<?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-14204500</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:06:14.782+08:00</updated><category term='{it is about time i wake up}'/><title type='text'>mystery</title><subtitle type='html'>one of my mysteries revealed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14204500.post-6846128828871200009</id><published>2009-03-05T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:08:27.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>today i turned 18. really cool. however i am sick. from last Friday i started to have a high fever. and for 2 days Saturday and Sunday, i felt really bad. so at Saturday morning i went to the doctor and got my blood examined. so that means a needle was used to draw blood and the doctor said my platelets were low and it mean i may have dengue. so it was really scary when the doctor said i would bleed easily since the platelets clog the blood. anyway Sunday i went to tan tock seng and had another blood test then another full blood test at cdc on tuesday. however thankfully i am fine and i celebrated my birthday today with my family at swensen's. luckily silat training is this starting on the 10 march as i am feeling weak. dengue is really a sickness where there is constant headache and really makes you feel weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6846128828871200009?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6846128828871200009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6846128828871200009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6846128828871200009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6846128828871200009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-8519550192021515290</id><published>2009-02-19T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:07:55.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to go</title><content type='html'>i have 1 more exam left then i can relax. it is on friday at 2. what a timing and the location is about 3 bus stops away from the mosque. i dont know what to do. anyway the final exam is structural mechanics. just need to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just heard mcr did a cover called desolation row. it is really a nice video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hxq-rTGxpyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hxq-rTGxpyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so happens i just search mcr and a new video pop up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8519550192021515290?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8519550192021515290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8519550192021515290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8519550192021515290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8519550192021515290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-more-to-go.html' title='1 more to go'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-7805458859459687068</id><published>2009-01-24T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:02:57.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really cant wait</title><content type='html'>cny is really great timing for me. other than an eclipse being speculated on monday on 26 january, the chinese new year holiday is great to finish up my projects. 4 days to complete. and i love wednesday because it is always half day lessons, ending at 12. and then my cca at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a long break is very needed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7805458859459687068?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7805458859459687068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7805458859459687068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7805458859459687068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7805458859459687068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-cant-wait.html' title='really cant wait'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3569449150308730884</id><published>2009-01-24T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:46:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is really quite stressful for me. this is because i went to school at 8 and end at 8.00. in the morning there is test. then there is flash animation. it is really stressful because i am grouped into a bad one. i really am angry with my group member this myanmar person. he is really irritating because he expects me to do the work. although he have already have backgrounds in the course, he is really under performing and always loses out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly is really different because you have to attend almost every lecture and make friends as it is not like secondary school where you can miss one day. anyway then go friday prayers. the class starts at 1 but came about 2. its because the class was at 3 but my friends wanted the class to start fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it is workshop and my group finish the stuff. the class was just building the trellis, like a shelter, and it is fun. we made concrete out of newspaper instead of sand and stones because just doing experimentation. i like the lecturer mr sia. he is malaysian and he is really funny. he helps us and teaches us a lot about concrete. i remember that i pour cement on his pants accidentally because i was holding a scoop and it was too much. i was really sorry and in the end used my hand to put the cement in the mould. lol the next day my hands become rough because of the cement. imagine i had the feeling of swimming 3 hours just by holding cement about 10 minutes. anyway i was happy the class ended at 4  when it was suppose to end at 6 and chinese new year is coming. i seriously like chinese new year because you can seriously relax and it is a 4 day break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly is sad as there is no cny performance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3569449150308730884?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3569449150308730884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3569449150308730884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3569449150308730884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3569449150308730884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-really-quite-stressful-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-2236164406515609758</id><published>2009-01-21T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:00:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i revived my blog. so today there is cad and it is really difficult. it is because i was using autocad when i am usually using microstation. sorry. so microstation and auto cad are computer aided programs and it is used to draw stuff using computer. so now i am just in the silat club waiting for the training to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2236164406515609758?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2236164406515609758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2236164406515609758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2236164406515609758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2236164406515609758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-revived-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-1054681439633855158</id><published>2009-01-04T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:45:59.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi today I would like to tell you about how I feel about the attacks in gaza it is really horrifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1054681439633855158?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1054681439633855158/comments/default' title='Post 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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-14204500.post-7866560001558288722</id><published>2008-08-23T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:02:21.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday was really cool. well it was really unexpected. really. so afternoon was boring because i went to school taking 50 minutes just to crush a concrete cube. i really do not want to come but then if i don't i will be like irresponsible to my groupmates. so then go back home. then i went to the gym a walk away from my house around 1830. then i just spent 1 hour. then go to the mosque for a while then go to library. my neighborhood is really cool. so i went to the library just to borrow some books on martial art like taekwondo and judo then when i was about to go down the library, i met chin jian and nisa. there they were studying for their exams while i have just finished only test. i dont have exams yet. however we laughed and tell joked until 9 when the library closed. then we met their friend from my school from nyjc but i dont know her. anyway we ate at kfc and nisa was funny. haha the joke was on him. i really had fun that day. i feel that whitley friends are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the exciting part was the last one. i really feel like swimming after watching the olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7866560001558288722?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7866560001558288722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7866560001558288722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Civil Engineering ($50,940)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil engineering is considered one of the oldest engineering disciplines, attracting those who are analytical by nature. Civil engineers design and supervise the construction of highways and byways -- from roads and bridges to tunnels and dams -- and work in fields such as water resources and structural concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These professionals must simultaneously be inquisitive, detail-oriented, and interested in the big picture. In their designs, civil engineers must consider potential environmental hazards, construction costs, and government regulations that can affect their creations. Bachelor's degrees are required for most entry-level jobs and continuing education is critical as new technologies emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job outlook: Employment growth for civil engineers is expected to move at a pace that is faster than the average for all occupations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Weiss McGolerick is a freelance writer and editor specializing in features on education, relationships, parenting, and health. Her work has appeared on MSN, AOL, and Yahoo! HotJobs, and she is a regular contributor to ClassesUSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the web site&lt;br /&gt;http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/career-articles-the_top_5_in_demand_majors-466&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked that my course civil engineers is a high paying and on demand jobs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must study hard for uni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6830515525215605295?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6830515525215605295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6830515525215605295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6830515525215605295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6830515525215605295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3735596258785979004</id><published>2008-08-13T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:15:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>today was terrible. i had 3 test in 1 day. felt like i am not gonna score but just pass. moreover, my critical reasoning skill discussion cafe was a D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feeling pretty down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's geomatics is really bad. i did not do 20marks of question.&lt;br /&gt;then building, technology and material is ok. the killer subject was japanese.wow really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but now i am really into sports. i like the feeling. i did poly 50 last time and it was great. the built and environment club cheered me on. that really motivates me. the one who gave the ticket too was really supportive. she always say go go when we took the tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this poly 50 is about a relay 50 times around the carpark. really tiring. people are really like animals. banging and tripping and stuff. so i represent silat club in sp and we got 45 position out of 121. that is really cool. so the 6 boys and 3 girls in the team were happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls ran on the 1st 10th 20 to 50th. the bous ran the rounds which are not 10th. soorry my english is getting weak. i just cant wait for the vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3735596258785979004?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3735596258785979004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3735596258785979004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3735596258785979004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3735596258785979004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-9194669835728670956</id><published>2008-07-21T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:52:33.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the 3rd day of madrasah. (every week). i feel that religion helps people to have an aim in life. seriously. i still remember my english teacher, mrs oehlers, saying that religion is bad. everyone kept quiet. maybe she is old. anyway being in a band 1 english class is quite tiring where debates and arguments are always in play. the exact words about why religion is bad because it turned the world a violent place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think that man itself is the cause for the world in conflict. greed and selfishness is the main factor. religion has nothing to do with that and i belief it is like a manual in life. if you already have the value of humanity instilled in you you still need to have guidance. sometimes too much logic makes people confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read the alchemist. i still remember miss singh talking about it in class during sec 4 and it is a good book. it is about getting to your dreams. however it is written by a human and i must say i do not agree with some parts the author wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, today this new semester the boys and girls in madrasah are put together. i really feels awkward the first time. we dont talk at all the boys and girls. we are together yet separated since it is a madrasah. the right are the boys and the left are the girls. anyway i just wanted to say that it is really embarrassing during the last period. it was learning the arabic language and the teacher saw letters which is unusual on a piece of paper. i did not realise it was there and i was seating at the front. so the teacher asked me what writing is that and at first i thought i was writing arabic untidily since the class almost ended and i was rushing. then she said on that paper and i just become blur. i did not say a word but my friend beside me said to her it was japanese. the reaction is quite amazing and i was really embarrassed. i realised something, i am killing myself with 4 languages. arabic, japanese, malay and english. if i have to choose which is more important it is arabic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-9194669835728670956?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9194669835728670956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=9194669835728670956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/9194669835728670956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/9194669835728670956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-3rd-day-of-madrasah.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-5585500086394486402</id><published>2008-06-20T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:42:36.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing</title><content type='html'>i went to an malay class outing last sunday. it was fun. go to east coast for the outing. adam and haiqal didn't come but still fun. we spent 1 to 2 hours playing uno and i did not know it was fun really. then play cheat or something haha. however it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped the isc, silat finals for this outing because i rarely see my class. i am starting to miss secondary school. the teachers, uniform and friends. i really missed my class because they are cool. i miss biology because mr gunawan is so funny. when i went to secondary school i miss primary school but now it starts all over. i really just wanna go jc. if i can go back i would take combine science. y jc is really better than poly. it is like hard to make friends. i still remember daniel, jeremy, antony, ah kiat and somemore in my class. i really miss the time mcr was famous and i would hear them on radio or mtv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isc i missed. my friend told me that the first match that is h class had a nice finish. because rp vs nyp. rp was playing dirty but hitting face or something but nyp just fight on. then the funny thing was when nyp manage to make the pr fall the whole stadium cheered. however rp lost due to disqualification as nyp cannot stand up. like wrestling. sp won 1 silver and 2 bronze. that is really good. however sp silat emphasize studies are more important than silat because eduacation and qualification will help life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna say i do not want to cut my hair. i was influence by nabil and mcr. i think i watch too much I'm not okay. i also went batam yesterday. 1 day only. it is so cool you are like rich there because you can buy steak there for $5. there is also a&amp;w. i almost want to cut hair but maybe i will when it is ns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5585500086394486402?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5585500086394486402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5585500086394486402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5585500086394486402'/><link rel='self' 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passion. i hope trombone section will be the best but it will be better that the whole band becomes good. aim for that gold with honours for syf. start from now. i would be really proud if wcb got gold. if that happens there should be a huge celebration. i will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now i am concentrating on sports because ns is coming soon and i want to be ready for it. i join sp silat and it is really a good. my fitness improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri, sat, sun, i went to republic poly for the Inter-Tertiary Silat Championship and it is interesting. one of the nus person is playing dirty with ours and he won. the story is the judge is the teacher of silat for the nus and he side the nus guy although it is clear cut he punch the guy and kick him in the back bone when the referee said stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also interesting to see non- malays playing silat. there are chinese and indian i think 10 but they played well. the last match for sunday is sp fight with smu. smu was a chinese and he fought well and he won sp. but i tell you the last match the ambulance come because our fighter fractured his smallest toe and the smu student got a big bum on his sheen becuase he sweep a lot. however both fought until the end that is soo cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1680619054205287034?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1680619054205287034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1680619054205287034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1680619054205287034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ok another clue for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has poles planted there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may get into a fight if you accidentally lean your bag on an apek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if your thining of a club, you are wrong. it is the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi i have never been inside club i just have the idea that it is like that so if you think it is wrong just comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-466233361024231717?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/466233361024231717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=466233361024231717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scold me. i also don't know why. he said in chinese but i know it is not mandrin because of the frequent use of nya in his words. i just heard 1 phrase. wam pa tan which means bastard i think. but i just say sorry, sorry and like ignore him. actually what am i suppose to do, fight. but he kept scolding and swearing in chinese, like i am suppose to know what he is say. i am dark colour and have have a big double eye lid, one of my friend even said it was triple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am obviously not chinese but he just kept scolding me but i ignore because the only one that is embarrassed is the apek itself. i can even see he like want to lift his arm but if he were to assault me he is definitely in a wrong. however people are all like minding their business, but i would really appreciate if some one translate what rubbish is coming out of his mouth, which apparently didn't happen .so i just took out my mp3 and hear music. so after like toa payoh where there is fewer people i moving inside and inside. don't want to see that old apek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i realised that when i came in, i was holding my haversack in the front and it leaned on him. i knew i did not bang anyone so he got angrylah. so i put down the bag. wah because of my laptop i need a haversack because a sling bag is like much more strenuous. what did he expect the mrt was full he should like not make a scene, other than to show that he is uneducated. yeah he is in the corner of the door? he thinks he owns the mrt? arghhh i am seriously furious man. did't wanna talk anymore about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think elder lies should also have to go for civic and moral education.you would realise that elderly think they and big because they are old. i have seen an auntie was given a seat then an old man just took the seat. it is like people will die if there is no seat. i find it is ridiculous. and when you wanna go out, people already go in and you have to like bang on them before the door close and take you to another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another incident is on the bus and auntie go and poke me with an umbrella and ask me to press the bell because she cannot reach it. the i donno what she said in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i should have taken that mandrin lesson offer in sp but why did i take japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back about elderlies. they are suppose to be better role models but it seems the are more rude than youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so poly today was really fun. at the library we took pictures with daniel and sakinah laptop. really funny. we like make funny funny faces. and like almost the whole class in the library and we took a picture 10 people taking picture in a laptop with only 1.3 mp. cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the first thing on my list which i loathe is M MATI(MRT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note i find that the best elderly is my grandmother. she is really caring and nice. another note. i do not find all elderly like that only some&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1521433986267135161?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1521433986267135161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1521433986267135161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1521433986267135161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1521433986267135161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-apek-phobia.html' title='having apek-phobia'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-4472388388527677153</id><published>2008-05-05T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:04:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that 1980s show (kisah cinta)</title><content type='html'>wow i watch a show i think in 1980. you know why i guess the show is in the 80s is because the yellow pages show 1983 if i am not wrong. it is really nice man. OK actually the actress sings really really good. i like the counter melody and the base parts which backs and compliments her singing. man the 80s film quality is not good but you will have this like a vintage or antic feeling when watching it. it is like having an old car in the 1960s. although it does not look nice but you would have that feeling like it is precious and antic. after watching that show i want to keep that 80s look the hairstyle. man it is so cool. i feel now the hairstyles are from japan and it is really so common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually the show is about this girl who is a singer like a rich guy. i missed the first part about 30 minutes. so she read a note that the guys mother said she is poor and should not go for her son. so after reading she avoided him and they like got separated. note actually both of them love each other but they were unlucky because of this. then the guy got married and she found out. the guy was forced actually by the mother. the same time the singer got popular so the guy go to she her perform with his wife here is the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VofCPILCwE0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VofCPILCwE0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then the guy try to get her back and even said that he never touch his wife. she then got a little mad and said that all man are the same then i started to cry because i did not see after that. it is because of the upgrading process star hub does. i am also watching a temporary recording so after upgrade i missed everything. man why can't star hub upgrade at like 3 am. anyway my mother watched the story and told me the ending. basically she and the guy made a promise that they would spend 1 day together and go their separate ways and they really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the ending ain't a happy one but in my opinion the situation in that story is really screwed up. it is because the guy is already married and if she were to get back that will be like a big problem. anyway but at least they manage to have 1 memorable day together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story, don't cry over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today now i am really tired man. poly isn't what people say(easy). more over my course uses maths and physics. the subject physics is not my favorite but i must hold on for 3 years. i feel my friends in poly is better than secondary school. i mean the class. it feel like were are normal. my class ain't united in Whitley because the smart ones are always studying and it is not such a good bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joining sp silat club as my cca. the people there really nice. weird though during the cca drive see mostly guys at the booth but during the first day the number of guy and girls are almost the same. wow it seems i want to change. don't want to join band because i heard from a senior they ain't united. i wish i dont have to bring 3kg to school everyday. now the course uses computer and it is really hard because of the programing. i wanna sleep bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-4472388388527677153?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4472388388527677153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=4472388388527677153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4472388388527677153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4472388388527677153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-1980s-show-kisah-cinta.html' title='that 1980s show (kisah cinta)'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-7795012613543424590</id><published>2008-04-10T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:00:52.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>donno why</title><content type='html'>the first 3 days of orientation is great. first day did not make any friends but learn valuable lessons about using the sp online services. it is soooo cool. because you can actually get your time table on my course, diploma in civil engineering and management on the Internet. that is so great. there is actually a total of 6 classes i think each has about 20 pupils in it. weird thing is i expected the course to have only guys but there are some girls too. so did not talk to my classmates that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was really funny. everyone in the built and environment course B.E. go to the auditorium to meet the pricipal. well he said he hoped the students dont finish the course too early or later especially early. why? well if later you will retain to take some course but if earlier means you dropped out. so it is scary. another thing the pricipal emphsize is to study hard and play hard. because universities wants an all rounder. well if that were to be said by our whitley pricipal well maybe in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rd day have games it was fun my group. we did not win much anyway yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day flag day went to boon lay. not much  collected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring. i have like head aches for 3 days now. want to join built and environment club or malay cultural club i donno. both fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7795012613543424590?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7795012613543424590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7795012613543424590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7795012613543424590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7795012613543424590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/donno-why.html' title='donno why'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14204500.post-1457507801792274024</id><published>2008-04-05T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:49:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freshman orientation camp</title><content type='html'>hello i am back from camp i am really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA the first day i was really badly bullied. you know the bondman's trail. they put a lot of stuff on us. they put flour water and make us roll on mud. that is why they say to bring unwanted clothes. some of my friends threw away their shirts pants and shoes. rich kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day we did some games like battle ship. the only thing they use water bomb and we must crawl and hit people. then at night we go and play the night walk. it is really good. they put obituaries on the lift and that is really sick man. they really did a good job man on that game. WA it was bad enough that in the blind man trail we slept at 3 or 4 am. then the night walk we sleep at 6 am because we must wait for every one to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i did not sleep because i have to do belt upgrading later so i went out of poly at 6.30 and go straight to bishan. WA really shiok. i go city hall side and slept until woodland. wow i was really furious other than not having enough sleep i need to waste 30 minutes going to bishan. than when i reach home i took a long shower and it feel really good. i slept a while then went to the centre to get my yellow belt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the third day after i return in the afternoon i went to the camp we have a campfire night with a fake campfire than go and sing the camp fire song. then there is a Shem night where the guys dressed up as girls with balloons as breast and make up. there is also a little tattoos which is drawn over. wah those guys on stage are brave man. they are really embarrassed as they have their leg hairs duct taped, doing pole dances with the senior guy acting as the pole. but the worst re the one they do push up facing each other and the lap dance. wah the camp chief was given a lap dance and the freshman really force his balloons on his face. the guy said wah really violent lol. then after that we go to a building where then is a disco or clubbing place. wah really i hate it man. the loud music people dancing in a cramp environment WA imagine people are drunk when clubbing high on drugs too. anything can happen. the bloody lights rapidly blinking is hypnotising and making you feel dizzy and high wow there is bound to be a lot of people getting into trouble man. i mean people who go to clubs are those who really know they are gonna get themselves into trouble, more trouble if your alone. oh man that will be my first and last experience going to such a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the clubbing ended at 5am, i most of the time went outside to no get deafted by the music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day we had a play where i played a police who catch a thief . well the camp overall made me feel more confident it in a bad way. so i gtg soooo late .bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no i forgot i remember our group called cancri came in first. first time in any camp a group with me inside came in first lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1457507801792274024?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1457507801792274024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1457507801792274024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1457507801792274024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1457507801792274024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/freshman-orientation-camp.html' title='freshman orientation camp'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3317583669987671092</id><published>2008-03-25T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:53:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>push ups</title><content type='html'>last time i did push during sec 3. i remember my max is like 60 push up. that is not those slipshot or unstandard push ups. the weird thing is i start at 5  push ups. well tather a while people thought i went to the gym which i did not at sec 3. some people who are jealous which i realised now may have made me stop doing it. its teerapot. an irritating guy who say my chest are big. well actually after stopping for a few months during sec 4 my chest did go down. lol what an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however now, i can do about 30 max and the part that caused me pain is my you have guessed it, it my tricep. lol. actually my triceps and chest. eh i forgot my tricep also is quite big that time but after now working out it is a little on the not so muscular side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well why am i talking rubbish. because there is nothing to talk about until poly starts i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah there is also memories where the class holds some arm wresling competition lol. and you have guessed it. i always won. i even won those who are 1 or 2 years older than me. lol but after no training, i lost first time to one person. he  is indonesian. hes anthony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anthony has a big forearm and a little shorter than me. there is this story that made people call him short when he is actually average sized. you know who started calling him short. it was that guy who talk alot, using his nose. it is none other than teerapot.he is like if someone is better than him he would be jelous i believe so he would say him short until people call him short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically teerapot is shorter than me and anthony is just about 2 or 3 cm shorter than him. really ironic. what is with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people may say i am rude and i am sorry if i offend anybody who likes this guy but i just want to say i just don't like the way he treated me and others. so peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3317583669987671092?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3317583669987671092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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enrolled</title><content type='html'>i just got into polytechnic. i am really disappointed. i rather go to yjc because at least i have time to think. however the course i took is actually not what i choose. my uncle chose it. i never went to any poly open house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am using my new laptop and it is really cool. even though there is wifi on this notebook, it is really slow so i connect it using a cable. now i hope the computer does not always spoil because it is made from a acer brand. i think buying computer parts and installing your self in sim lim square is really a bad idea since the computer always have defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have signed up for an orientation camp at singapore poly. the briefing which is 2 hours long is really weird. the club made us play games and breaking the 'ice' sort of things. the scary parts are the forfeits. it is really extreme but not that extreme. like they even have a person lie on the ground and another guy face the guy leiying and they have another sitting on the guy to do a push up. so that give you the idea what is in store. it is some sort of like an adult camp like young adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am really scared that at night people put toothpaste or something while sleeping because i have experience band camp and when i was sec 1 i got toothpaste. i cried of course. but other people did get worst stuff like the whole body. i never in 4 year of band camp played that sort of trick. it is stupid, disrespectful and irritating. if the prank is play when fully awake and aware at least know know who did it. but doing it while someone is sleeping is rude and it makes people feel hurt because people may be sensitive to the toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this tradition became uncommon as years go on. the final band camp only less than 3 were hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to dover from bishan. it was really loooooooooong. like 45 minutes. wow. did you know from bishan to dover by mrt going to marina bay or woodlands is the same journey like if i feel that i want to see the view out in singapore i would go to ang mo kio or woodlands area. and if i feel i want to be in a crowded, like sardine can environment, i would take the marina bay way. either way i would arrive at dover i about 45 minutes. isn't it nice? lol. wow now i really hope that mrt would have tv mobile. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7034559323133895782?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7034559323133895782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7034559323133895782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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birthday, i got my first mp3 player. just have a radio and can play music. its a samsung and it is really nice. i really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i learning my guitar by myself and it is quite hard. it is like learning a trombone so must be patient to master it. it took 1 year for me to get used to my trombone and it seems i may take a while to get the hang for it. i just know some chords lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5893138932012148948?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5893138932012148948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5893138932012148948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grow up, i feel everything i did in the past is childish. lol. i learn guitar from a dvd my uncle gave and i think i improved a bit. it is just lke learning my trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am going to singapore polytechnic doing civil enginering and management, i must wait. really boring. so must really wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it seems nothing is happening except my birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1495457028876990685?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1495457028876990685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1495457028876990685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and she has to go through it. it was nice and the comedy is not much. i don't how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i also watched a HINDUSTAN movie. realise how i emphasize on thehindustan because it ain't a tamil movie. i was like 4 hours long and there is an intermisssion. an intermission. wow although it is long you are really drawn to it. i realised or i mean already know HINDUSTAN people a good looking. they aren't that dark for all those steriotypes but about fair and tanned.( refering to hindustan) please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i got an acoustic guitar that my uncle gave because he said i had good results. i was really suprised because my marks are average but however i really thanked him for the guitar. the reason is that every time my uncle go back home, he would bring  back his guitar and i would ask him how to play so he thought a litle so then i think he thinks that i am interested in guitars which is really true so i get it. sorry but i am bad at explaining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6213371018069355547?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6213371018069355547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6213371018069355547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6213371018069355547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6213371018069355547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/watch-movie.html' title='watch a movie'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3571956272247443219</id><published>2008-02-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:30:44.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>i really want to cut my hair. but because of chinese new year the barber is charging extra. it is really weird because the malay barbers are doing this. why do they when hairdressers and chinese barber charge the same. it is really iritating. i can understand if it is hari raya but chinese new year. i this the move is really ridiculous because my classmates who are mostly chinese would go to a hair dresser it really affects me and non chinese customers. well i hope malay barbers would not charge extra during chinese new year because they should be business minded. for example instead of charging extra, they should have a discount. wouldn't you agree. it is really stupid. it is like you go to kfc and they charge extra $2 for every meal purchased. you think people would come and buy. they would rater go kopitiam. so you should get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something weird, i have seen before a newpaper article which featured a barber shop charging extra $2 for a haircut during chinese new year and they proudly place it at the shop thinking it is an acheivement. well i don't think so. really this is like a singapore culture or maybe a tradition. really irritating huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just have to wait for a while until the sign that says about the price increase is torn off. but anyway i want to wish a happy year of rat to the chinese and non chinese because everyone is celebrating it. you know why because it is the biggest holiday in singapore. and many people are not working during this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it good that singapore is a multi racial society. well know know why because during chinese new year in china chinese people still have to work even it is chinese new year and i really pity them. they have to fix the power because of nthe storm. however in singapore, they can depend on the non chinese to work so that the singapore economy is still running. and noone lose out. because when there is hari raya it becaome vice versa. so i am really greatful to live in singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3571956272247443219?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3571956272247443219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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^ew "ear</title><content type='html'>cny again. my neighbours gave a nice gift, ferrare rocher, kitkat chunky charamel, maltose and somemore sweets. she is so nice. so share among my family members.&lt;br /&gt;today really you cannot go out because you know a lot of shops are close so it is quite boring. so i read blogs. however allens blog is really good. i did not know he puts a lot of effort in the blog. wow. i think i want to add him to my tags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did say last time my blog is interesting but he is really much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8041050617484297882?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8041050617484297882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14204500.post-1131772544194495156</id><published>2008-01-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:44:29.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>before the results come out for o levels i had a dream of getting 23 for something for 2 times. at first i thought that it was the result of my brother getting 223 for psle. then when the results for the o level came out it was really 23 for l1r5. when i woke up after the dream i wish that that result is for my l1r5 not l1r4. my l1r4 is 18 and minus the cca points it may be 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite sad that i did not get 20 or less for my l1r5 but maybe my effort is not enough. actually i cannot believe i got from like 39 to 23 that is a jump. it feels good because i always fail humanities but i managed to pull through with a b3. my English too is a b3 and so is my e maths. b4 is surprisingly my chemistry and the rest are Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the results i do not know what to do. i can go into mi or poly. so went to mi open house which is also like a secondary school. the thing that scares me about mi is that only 40% went to university. that really is not attractive and also the presentation is like a 2 hour movie which repeats the good parts until it becomes boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so only at night on sunday i realised there a counselling in all polys and i planned to go on monday but after i talked with my mother and uncle i came to a decision i want to go to a poly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1131772544194495156?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1131772544194495156/comments/default' 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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-14204500.post-6979417801910445358</id><published>2007-12-07T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:04:20.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>there is this woman with her husband going to a petrol station a car. then when reached there, the woman driving the car asked the petrol attendant whether he would charge the battery of a car. he said yes. then she said well put the battery on the car and charge it to my husband credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting is happenning this days. some more i have to dance in a competition. well it is hard because i am really like solid or hard. well in the dance they said i should be softer. no wonder dancers are usually girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-14204500.post-4296357226864575530</id><published>2007-12-07T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:43:24.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70Ph7jgLUz4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70Ph7jgLUz4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1J9V7MwSw6k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1J9V7MwSw6k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-U_XXFu8i9c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-U_XXFu8i9c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41icO7-kaRU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41icO7-kaRU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-8461168136660445052</id><published>2007-12-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:28:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is just like any other day</title><content type='html'>oh my this is the first time i can post a you tube thing on my blog. well this song is really nice. i reminds me of Switzerland where you can understand what they are talking about unless it is in English and where their English reminds me of foreigners in my class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well during the holidays there is nothing much to do, well actually that's a lie. there is a lot of thing i can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go to kelantan. that place is near the land with a thousand smiles. well i heard people there look like that country. don't know the country yet. here's a hint. they talk like they are holding thir nose. still nothing. well it is thailand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the holidays i have been hearing 987 fm mostly at 12am. well that show really is quite not for those who are still kids or those who have a mind like one 'open close' kg. anyway i like wednesay night haha some people have such lame insults they should reward the dj 2 phone for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i went to t3 at the airport and my what a bore it was. a library is much better because both have air cons but the library have books for entertianment. the t3 is really lame they have a koi pond which is empty. at leasty there are no dead fishes. and another thing the i would recommend going to t3 open house for those who will never be able to go into the departure terminial lol. the thicket is just 2rm, i mean $1 for a so called self tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am offf. hope i got better thing to talk about in my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8461168136660445052?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8461168136660445052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8461168136660445052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8461168136660445052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8461168136660445052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-is-just-like-any-other-day.html' title='today is just like any other day'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-5648742604782144075</id><published>2007-12-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:30:17.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not okay backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZmLBaZGvj0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZmLBaZGvj0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5648742604782144075?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5648742604782144075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5648742604782144075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5648742604782144075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5648742604782144075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='i am not okay backwards'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-5554790650184336623</id><published>2007-11-22T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:09:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation night</title><content type='html'>i wore a double breasted coat with a yellow shirt in it and a tie. i wore casual pants and a black shoe. all is black except the tie which was red and the shirt of course. the coat is borrowed from my uncle. he bought it for $600 after half price so it is really expensive. anyway i arrived at the grassroots club with my grandmother in a taxi and at the whole event i never see a guy wearing the same coat a i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway during graduation night the principal give a story about a dandelion and the moral is to slowly plant your seeds until they become a beautiful scenery. it is about not wasting your years doing nothing but slowly do something grand. then if i am not wrong it is Rock contest. i joined in the i am the lead singer. it is like made up rock band where the singer use a toilet cleaner and the guitarist use brooms and mops. the drummer use a pencil. anyway i really enjoyed myself out there jump around and all. then we win actually the two band playing won and get 5 Ferraro Roche. Gabriele was really selfish. i got a of the chocolate but the rest he took. he should really share no wonder he is fat from sec 1 till now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the the lucky draw and then a 1 hour break. at the break i ate a lot. i took a lot because i thought it looks great but that is a big mistake. the food causes the whole event to be a head ache for me. any way i took very Little pictures because i forgot to charge before going an only managed to cartridge 10 minutes. after the break the is the whitleyan contest and then a scavenger hunt. the scavenger hunt was interesting but boring. after that another lucky draw which i won. i got a bottle. it is soooooooo cool. after that the final of whitleyan contest and the ending. oh my the end was so horrible. i wanna take more picture but the head ache was tooo much. i left early with Daniel. initially i want to take the bus 13 because it will reach my house but Daniel persuade me to follow him to the mrt because he goes off at ang mo kio. i wore the coat the whole way because i was scared to lose it. well people do look at me at the mrt ha ha.after going off at the mrt i went home. i vomited before reaching home as i could not take it. i really ate too much. i vomited another 2 more times before i ate panadol and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my youngest brother got his psle results. don't wanna say how much but his results is the same as my second brother results. i really don't want him to go to whitley. the school is really not so good now al though it is a good school. i really want him to go to a better school may be mayfower?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5554790650184336623?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5554790650184336623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5554790650184336623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5554790650184336623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5554790650184336623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/graduation-night.html' title='graduation night'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3920020844393530616</id><published>2007-11-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:33:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow tommorrroe is the graduation night. i just got a kind of outfit for it. anyway today i went for madrasah and this is the second last day as next week is the final day. i went with my friend to the fair price extra and he bought a wireless mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there is an accident in front of my house at the bus stop st23. it was fatal and an elderly woman was in it. it was really scary but i didnt witness it but my uncle told me while he was ion the way to my house. it was really scary as the road is placed in such a way where the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [traffic light]                      [bus stop]                     [traffic light]&lt;br /&gt; X----------------------------------------XXX--------------------------------------X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                       xxxxxx[divider of the road]xxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  X---------------------------------------XXX--------------------------------------X&lt;br /&gt;  [traffic light]                      [bus stop]                     [traffic light]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people tend to be lazy to go to the traffic light and just run across the road to the other side of the bus stop vice versa. so maybe the lazy cross the road from the bus and did not see the traffic. my uncle also say there is a motorcycle and a car involved. well before this, it is so frequent people cross the road that police cars passing by did not mind it. so people just crose like their everyday lives. i did remember running across that road when i was young and almost got hit but luckyly the car travelling was travelling slowly. when he horned i just ran because it was afraid. but so far this is the first time i ever heard of a fatality here as the cross junction to the mrt and junction 8 is alwayus the hot spot for accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a while it made me treasure life as anything can happen to you. like going out may be unexpected as the whole day isnt fixed but fool of surprises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3920020844393530616?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3920020844393530616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3920020844393530616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3920020844393530616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3920020844393530616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-tommorrroe-is-graduation-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-5066459715392332311</id><published>2007-11-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:06:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooo</title><content type='html'>the day after o levels is so relaxing. i also almost forgot how to count for a while there. anyway my brain is just recuperating after the o levels. bio paper was the last one and i messed up. how does it feel to change the answer the last minute when the answer you put in is already correct. it feels as though... anyway  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the graduation night is coming and i don't even have a suit right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday i went to gym with basyir any it is quite cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5066459715392332311?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5066459715392332311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5066459715392332311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5066459715392332311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/5066459715392332311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/oooooo.html' title='oooooo'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-4105196898692727110</id><published>2007-08-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:35:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the school is cool there is night studies. i am going there. anyway i am aiming to not use the computer at all. no msn or blogging. i know i have reached my goal if i have to revive my hotmail. mrs tan said she will give me $100 if i get 8 and below for L1r5. i am aiming for that. i will not wastch television or waste anytime now. so this is the final time i am using the computer until the end of the o levels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-4105196898692727110?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4105196898692727110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=4105196898692727110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4105196898692727110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4105196898692727110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-is-cool-there-is-night-studies.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-6551473061654460019</id><published>2007-08-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:05:39.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio ct</title><content type='html'>today bio common test. quite easy. only paper 1. mr gunawan wanted us to pay $2 for may/june paper but i didn't know that it was used for the common test. then he asked others to mark the paper and tell the marks. first time a common test is marked by students and told to the teachers. a k already say that his marks is wrong. he suppose to get 35 instead of 29. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway those from the back seemed to get quite high like more than 30/40. they must like i don't wanna say. after school i go home with adam and fathul and another guy. anyway mt results are this monday. monday is also my english oral. a sore throat is also coming. what luck i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that guys when go out don't carry a bag but a girl have a handbag. then what a guy have a suit case for formal use or a sling bag or bag for informal. the only thing a guy have is his pocket and a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do i feel tired&lt;br /&gt;i CAN'T take the stress&lt;br /&gt;no one not even YOU can take it&lt;br /&gt;i am at my limits and i can't UNDERSTAND the o levels&lt;br /&gt;why do the o levels determine the future of ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6551473061654460019?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6551473061654460019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6551473061654460019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6551473061654460019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6551473061654460019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/bio-ct.html' title='bio ct'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-520422016934341832</id><published>2007-08-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:11:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>today is the eve of national day. i was suppose to have physics common test to make up for the day i did not come. however another of my classmate wanted to have it on monday so what i studied yesterday is ... sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-520422016934341832?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/520422016934341832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=520422016934341832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/520422016934341832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/520422016934341832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;anyway last night i have a really bad sore throat. my body temperature reached 38 degrees. it was really hard to sleep and i did not have the mood to study physics because it was really painful and uncomfortable. the next day was going to be physics common test and spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today did not come to school and went to polyclinic. got 2 days mc but i am going to school tomorrow if i am well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7217108298166082336?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7217108298166082336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7217108298166082336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to do it only about 20 minutes after the paper was given. the last question i did not manage to cross refer to other sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thare is biology skill 3 and it is quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last time i met baram and he asked me why i never come for band. so i explained i know how he felt. i felt it too when my sec 4 seniors left when i was secondary 1. i felt like not fair but now i know that the stress of o level is very great and if band were to continue until o levels, it is gonna be tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2483753337814808078?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2483753337814808078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>english?</title><content type='html'>now i just want to say my english teacher mrs oehlears has been having an interesting lesson this pat days. we actually mark our comprehension by ourselves and it took 3 days to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you may say huh? or why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell you that when she goes through the 14 questions, there is bound to be 1 question she would elaborate and make a discussion about it. well since it was band one english and she is the hod of english wasn't it funny. wow if someone can't cope in english they would not learn much in her class except to think and be more open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who may not understand this, here is an example. the issue on homosexuality came up and we discuss it among the class. i realised that in the end it was really a subject which is very subjective because a lot of people have different views on this. as i am more conservative, it was shocking to hear she accepts it and tell her reasons. people may  disagree her and give their reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway one time she asked the class tell me what would make a better world or something like that. so i said softly, or so i thought, religion. then she heard that and bombarded reasons that religion causes chaos to the world. the the whole class have nothing to say. actually i disagree her view on religion because we would be lost without it. i am beginning to think she is a free-thinker? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i rode thiru's bike for a while to shell station near the school with nabil. i love riding bikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2594428599567145348?l=mysteryjournal.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-14204500.post-1358762381852752877</id><published>2007-07-12T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:38:58.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some motivation</title><content type='html'>last time mrs oehlesr brought like a scholar or a teacher to be in class to be interviewed. i enjoys mrs oehlers lessons because it is different. we can like have conversation like so. anyway back to the interview. it was really motivating to hear the scholar that during her prelims, she scored like L1r5 36 or something. when she got that result, she studied very hard until she score a 12 for  L1r5. she then got a2 for both her chinese and english at her a levels. wow. i did asked her how many hours she studied after her prelims and she said the whole day until she don't  know whe is night or day. i hope this message motivates those taking o levels this year. anything is possible if you believe and of course with hard work too. byeeeeeeees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1358762381852752877?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1358762381852752877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1358762381852752877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1358762381852752877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1358762381852752877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-motivation.html' title='some motivation'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-2021500408941200457</id><published>2007-07-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:18:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defected ezlink card.</title><content type='html'>on thursday i had my oral. oh man i feel soo lucky. i can't believe the passage is about frogs and toads. the conversation is about pets. i feel quite lucky because the english prelim oral is about pets too haha. they said what would i have for a pet. i said a cat and give a stupid reason that it can be toilet trained. during the oral only 4e1 and 4e2 malays went for oral. i am the only malay from whitley and the rest is indonesians. the oral is held at bartley secondary. anyway most of the indonesians said they would have a pet dog except one who want a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the way back to toa payoh central on the bus 28, my car was spoilt. luckily i had 55cents. anyway when i reached toa payoh the indonesian invite me to eat with them but i wa just left with like about $1 so i declined. then i went to the ticketing office for help. so i am suppose to go to amk hub to redo my card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to amk hub to do my card. well must for 1 hour for it to get ready so i went shopping at ntuc with my mother and gradmother. well today is live earth and i wore green. haha. well today i saw a westerner with her daughter paying and they went to the extent to bring their own you know the clothbag, the one you can buy for $1 in ntuc. wow, i see they took out like 10 bag from one bag and use the bags to put in their groceries. it was weird because you rarely see this in singapore. well i thing singaporeans are not ready to do such a thing. even some shops put plastics when i buy like just a small can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=EwS3fiFFuEs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2021500408941200457?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2021500408941200457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2021500408941200457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2021500408941200457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2021500408941200457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/defected-ezlink-card.html' title='defected ezlink card.'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-1994169346765491871</id><published>2007-07-03T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:23:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me trying to choose where to go</title><content type='html'>from the the library computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i talked to miss rohaya about where to go after o levels. i really dont know where to go now. anyway today there is someone who is like a teracher go to school. he is from oxford and he shares his experience with us. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1994169346765491871?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1994169346765491871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1994169346765491871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1994169346765491871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1994169346765491871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-trying-to-choose-where-to-go.html' title='me trying to choose where to go'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-6749291849939132790</id><published>2007-06-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:09:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last day of the holidays. must study hard seriously. term 3 is coming and prelims too. o levels is happening at term 4. today study differentiation. 15.1 for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am really tired after going for holidays with my family. before the holidays i went to sentosa with my juniors in band. really nice especially at night it is really romantic with the torches all over the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to port Dickson the day after sentosa. i played bowling and swim. i am really dark now and sunburned. i got a haircut there too. it is really short but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i went for flag day. oh it was really scary at first because the Malays and Indians have to pair up with catholic high boys. in the end however the catholic high boys suggested that we split up and meet when finish collecting at mc donald near our school. so i went with dinesh, my classmate, with huis friends at orchard road. one valuble lesson i learnt at flag day is that westerners are not so charitable as singaporeans. coleecting money is hard you must approch people and charm them into donating. anyway i collected half can full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will be blogging rarely now. maybe i'll write some peoms and paste it on my blog. anyway i appreciate you people for reading my blog. byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6749291849939132790?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6749291849939132790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6749291849939132790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6749291849939132790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/6749291849939132790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-last-day-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-155546319865748063</id><published>2007-06-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:14:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night</title><content type='html'>just now at night i accompanied my grandmother to the mosque for an event. the mosque is so near my house. it is near j8 and a ten minute walk from my house. anyway today at the mosque, on the left side there is uncle Ringo carnival or something and on the right side there is a soccer match going on. it is a little noisy especially soccer at the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my grandmother said that one of her friends went to the carnival at junction 8 and wasted $300 because her friend had a lot of children. anyway it is ironic having an event that is held bi anually, what i read in the newpaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-155546319865748063?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/155546319865748063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=155546319865748063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/155546319865748063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/155546319865748063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/night.html' title='night'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-4157103861335394155</id><published>2007-06-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:35:48.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrengganu</title><content type='html'>Terrengganu. the first day was funny my temporary mother thought i was old enough to ride a motorcycle because of my size. she asked me to move the bike and start the engine but i cannot haha. any way when i reach my house it was better than school camps i went to. i was treated like a guest. anyway the toilet is the best. using curtains as a  the doorand it is like one hut out in te open. anyway i cannot understand their slang that well because they talk fast and end some word with -ng. anyway i don't talk that much during the stay. it was a wonderful experience there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her my grandfather is from terrengganu andmy grandmother is from kelantan both from my fatherside. my mother's  grandfather is an indian muslim and marry my grandmother who is a javanese. anyway my father said he will go back to kelantan during december. i remember last time i went back there was when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the day i went home. it was the most embarrassing thing ever. i cannot believe i made a fool out of myself. adam's parents want to send me back and i don't have confidence talking to them and talk like a blur. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-4157103861335394155?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-14204500.post-3304010502192103347</id><published>2007-06-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:21:57.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a maths lesson</title><content type='html'>today went to school at 7.30 for a maths. i thought it will end at 9 but it just continued to 10.30. that is about 5 periods of a maths or 3 hours. however there is a reason. Mr kelvin is transferring to a school starting with s and i heard it is a boys school. anyway he is transferring term 3 so he is finishing the syllabus of a maths to the end. he said he is rushing because some may like his style of teaching. anyway miss tan is gonna take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; as a good teacher. last time i played soccer and left my bag in class. after soccer, the classroom door is locked. then i think i asked around for the keys of the classroom and i don't know how but i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; kelvin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt;. he helped me find the keys by telling me to find the attendant. then when i get the keys, he stayed back while i packed my bag and leave passing him the key. the reason why this event still remains in my memories is because it is one of the rare occasions a teacher is helps a student in a different way. he sacrifice some of his time to help a student. i feel bad when he wanted to stay because it does not feel good wasting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; time even a few minutes or seconds. lastly he offered to return the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tommorrow&lt;/span&gt; i am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;terengganu&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow with the sec 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; students. i remember last time i went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; last year. it is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;funnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3304010502192103347?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3304010502192103347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3304010502192103347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3304010502192103347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3304010502192103347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/maths-lesson.html' title='a maths lesson'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-2770995862135406870</id><published>2007-05-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:30:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to my mother</title><content type='html'>today was my mother's birthday and yesterday was my cousin who turned one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today my cousins went to my house to celebrate both their birthday together. anyway it is nice when they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night just now i went with my mother to buy her present but some how i cannot find her any. well i will try to find tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i forgot to tell about the mother tongue paper. actually i am quite okay with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2770995862135406870?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2770995862135406870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2770995862135406870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2770995862135406870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2770995862135406870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-to-my-mother.html' title='happy birthday to my mother'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-351221406796640263</id><published>2007-05-30T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:56:38.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a maths</title><content type='html'>today went back to school for relative velocity. another maths teacher teaches it because our maths teacher said it is hard for him to teach. well it is like physics and the only part hard for me was using sine rule and cosine rule. anyway after that there was a briefing about going to malaysia in terengganu. anyway it is 2 hours long but it seems a shorter time than 1and a half hours of relative velocity. anyway i am looking forward to it. anyway i am a little worried anything would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i see monfort and whitley having an exchange at the hall before a maths. there is a feeling of missing band. i hope i will come for the band camp right after the trip to malaysia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-351221406796640263?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/351221406796640263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=351221406796640263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/351221406796640263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/351221406796640263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/maths.html' title='a maths'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-8666504030153790719</id><published>2007-05-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:31:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>today went to the library during malay. we just do last year o level paper. anyway i know i am going to do badly for my malay o level. my malay teacher said that more than half will retake the o levels. sigh. the indonesian students are even better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then i got my results. i did badly. i better study during the june holidays. anyway i going malaysia with  the malay sec 4. anyway it is going to be fun. i hope it is like last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8666504030153790719?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8666504030153790719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8666504030153790719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8666504030153790719'/><link rel='self' 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like guys who talk too much. yeah i think he talks more than a girl. after that he reply that his girlfriend like him talking a lot. hyie. anyway the class alway laugh because of him and his 'gang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why i can be so quiet in madrasah. however in school i talk a lot. i want to change. people keep insulting me. oh man one day i did not perform at the hall for showcasing our band for syf to the school because of aem. the the next day people asked me did i quit band. than suddenly they say without me the band would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7216799156880251572?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7216799156880251572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7216799156880251572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7216799156880251572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7216799156880251572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-958958552771628247</id><published>2007-05-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:22:35.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emaths paper 2</title><content type='html'>today the exam paper 2 for e maths is quite hard. anyway today i ate at mc donalds at j8. beside me there is someone studying physics with a tutor. haha tommorrow is physics paper for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i see mr bean the movie going to france. the show is okay but the only memorable thing i enjoyed was the scenary and natural beauty of the place. the vast land of grass and scenary ah! it is so beautiful. it reminds me of other country like in switserland where you will find at least a mountain in a city. australia too is beautiful. it is really nice there because you will never find natural beauty in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is the ending of mr bean the movie. it shows the memories of his journey to go to cannes. he took a sony video camera to videotape the beauty. it is a quite romantic for that moment of the show ith this girl he met. i remember i went to geneve in switserland and we were at the train station and there is a train to go to france. my mother joked and said let us go to france. it is like singapore going to malaysia, just need to have the passports to go there. the world is such beauutiful place to live in. god made the world beautiful for us to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was small, i see other countries having the four seasons and i was confused why singapore do not have such seasons but now i know. well i wish to experience the 4 seasons and what a wonder it would be to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-958958552771628247?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/958958552771628247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=958958552771628247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/958958552771628247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/958958552771628247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/emaths-paper-2.html' title='emaths paper 2'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-1732982166556735058</id><published>2007-04-29T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:37:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library</title><content type='html'>today was nice. i heard a lot of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the library to study. i want to study e maths but i just study for a while. then i borrow some malay books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1732982166556735058?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1732982166556735058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1732982166556735058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1732982166556735058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1732982166556735058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/library.html' title='library'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3351635446702472445</id><published>2007-04-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:32:59.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid year</title><content type='html'>this week is the mid year exams. gonna be busy. it just happenned so fast. malay and english just past. i think i did better for english than malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to macdonalds and met rafiqah when i wanted to buy a cone. she was p5 when i was p1 in westlake primary. syuharah was her sister and same level as mein p1. anyway i still cannot believe i remember her after a long time and her name too. the face still looks the same i think. she did remember me but called my name shafiq. she must have made an impact to me if not i would not remember her for a long time. she said kirim salam or send her regards to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mother about her and she said that when i small i always cry. i also do not have any elder brother or sister. my mother said she ask rafiqah to take care of me when i was primary 1 to 2. she is like a big sister to me maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i remember when i take the school bus, i always talk to her or played with herduring p1 to 2. i do not really remember much. also when i was primary 3 or 4, i and my mother always meet her and she would salam my mother. i think she was in braddell-westlake secondary during the time we usually meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think rafiqah and syuharah when i communicated with them, they act the same. the way they talk i think. yeah about 2 weeks ago on friday i met syuharah on bus 88 and i talk to her for a while. only a while because i dropped of only 1 stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i want to wish every one taking their mid years good luck. actually i wish your guys to study hard. good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3351635446702472445?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3351635446702472445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3351635446702472445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lol. tomorrow malay. yeah malay language students are having it in my class 4e1. aircon room wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cut my hair. i did not realise being curly is quite hard to maintain. i am taking sat or something using band or playing my trombone to get into jc. fiona said she wants to go to sa jc by that. i know felica got into nanyang although her marks are not nayang jc standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-6281183283956292671?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6281183283956292671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=6281183283956292671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time-consuming but today i do not feel that way about band. although i felt that way during the past, i still went for band and do not skip much of the practice. only a few weeks before syf, i started to enjoy band. i enjoy band for the passion, art, music and most importantly band members. i started to prctice seriosly and aim for a gold, even better gold with honours knowing it is impossible. i put in my hardwork in band and the hardwork pay off, to a certain extent. it is because in the end only trombone section became one of the elite sections in the band because of grace, shawn and me. especially my juniors shawn and grace because without them the trombone section would not be as marvellous as now. i will also not forget my past senior min qi, si kai, joycelyn and others because they too and the ones that helped in the process. i miss band especially me section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toady we got silver but i expected a gold. other band cheered and celebrate but our band just was in shock and disbelief. some cried not in happiness but in sadness. they either messed up in the song or know they do not deserve a silver for all their hard work but a gold. i am was sad because i messed up only one small part and i know the band did well. i told the alumni i was really sad but they said i did well and toldthat my section was the best section in the band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-5998738864016022763?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5998738864016022763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=5998738864016022763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one of the rare moments i feel good about myself since i am always critised. anyway i think the reason is because of my juniors. they are always the one to advice me not to blast or rush. thats good. the one time that made me don't play loud or blast is when i heard monfort play at one of the band exchange. the sound of the tone cracking was horrible so i did not blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i learn alot from my juniors shawn, grace and cassandra, they are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i also felt that i did not do major mistakes. i remember the only time i never mess up in a performance is at the annual band performance at secondary 1. then after that i just don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a band it is never about you , yourself or myself. it isabout the team your in. you must heard everyone and try to blend the tone. do not just think about you performing well only but the rest are like horrible. you will also fall with them. that is a word of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last time at ang mo kio exchange the ang mo kio secondary conductor complimented the trombone section. that just made me feel so good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i know i am bragging on my blog, never ofrget this is my blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love myself and you want to comment feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way i do not know why i like avril lavinge. i heard her song when i was about p5 or 6 but did not like it. suddenly about a month ago, while i was walking to school in the morning, i started to play the song 'happy ending' by avril in my mind. then i started to go to videocure.com, since my com cannot play youtube, and find her songs are wonderful and the lyrics breath taking. i just love her song 'girlfriend'. it is just plain weird that i did not watch or hear her song then suddenly i love the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i like my chemical romance and when i like to hear a song i stick to it. now it changed to avril lavinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read magazine she started in the music business when she was 17. that is real coool. she must be real talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2744818495520579299?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2744818495520579299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2744818495520579299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2744818495520579299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2744818495520579299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-cool.html' title='real cool'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-1469235682710492482</id><published>2007-04-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:55:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again</title><content type='html'>3 people have complimented me on my poems. now i know how song writers felt when people copy their ideas. i have been inspired after hearing music and how they are able to make rhymes. i think their language must be very strong and apart from the rhyming tey must make the tune sound nice. i last time like my chemical romance but i suddenly like avril lavigne music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did not come to school because i got a flu. anyway maybe tommorrow i will also not come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-1469235682710492482?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1469235682710492482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=1469235682710492482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1469235682710492482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/1469235682710492482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-again.html' title='sick again'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-137398954135471636</id><published>2007-03-31T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:57:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exchange</title><content type='html'>today beatty seconday did not come. a bit disappointed because i thought i can meet up with old first toa payoh primary friends in band. well anyway we exchanged with monfort. it was a nice exchange and monfort trombone section brought a gift to our section. well it was because last time our section brought something for them during the ang mo kio secondary exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after band i ate with my band mates at kfc. it was nice since i was a ble to fit in. i was able to chat with them. haha. i find band is better than my class, seriously a lot of times better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-137398954135471636?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/137398954135471636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=137398954135471636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/137398954135471636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/137398954135471636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/exchange.html' title='exchange'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-4491318583311388558</id><published>2007-03-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:34:56.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain always hurts physically and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;the feeling will numb if it goes on continuously&lt;br /&gt;so try not get to much pain if it can be done&lt;br /&gt;as you think life is only about pain and not fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;em&gt;        done by afiq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will try to write poems.&lt;br /&gt;my poems will not make sense to some of you. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-4491318583311388558?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4491318583311388558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=4491318583311388558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4491318583311388558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/4491318583311388558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-3861018873339412956</id><published>2007-03-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:46:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strength can be found in your heart, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;these will not fade as you grow old&lt;br /&gt;if strength is only about using muscle&lt;br /&gt;surviving in this world will not be possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           by afiq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-3861018873339412956?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3861018873339412956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=3861018873339412956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3861018873339412956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/3861018873339412956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-7017233970700146225</id><published>2007-03-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:08:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>timeTime&lt;br /&gt;time is precious like i say&lt;br /&gt;slowly passing by each day&lt;br /&gt;the only flaw that time contain&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be repeated again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-7017233970700146225?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7017233970700146225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=7017233970700146225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7017233970700146225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/7017233970700146225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-8050654372717694399</id><published>2007-03-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:16:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aem</title><content type='html'>today in the morning i had breakfast with my aem freinds at mc donalds at nanyang. real cheap. the big breakfast cost $5.05 with milo upsize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did not attend school for aem course in nanyang polytecnic. we went to the sembawang park and collect samples for decaying plants, soil, algae and much more. then we took pictures there with teerapot's camera. wow i really enjoyed there at the sea. i also get to see people fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to nanyang polytectic to do the practical to dilute the specimen. real nice but i was real scared not that i would not be able to do it properly until the whole experiment fail. after the practical, we just take a look at the lab of level 6. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that at polytecnic, people can wear anything and most muslims women there wear tudongs. i have been thinking that i do not find much interest in the course i am taking. i find it too ... i cannot describe it. i better find an aim to what pre university course to take soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, today i met syuharah wear guanyang uniform. lol i thought see was a different person. she told me see just switched with her sister their uniform. no wonder i see her friend she is with in a betty uniform looking a little similar to her. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8050654372717694399?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8050654372717694399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8050654372717694399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8050654372717694399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8050654372717694399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/aem.html' title='aem'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-7262968662653920890</id><published>2007-03-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:12:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>just came back from malaysia. haaaaaaaa. tomorrow got band camp oh man today only day i got to do my homework. i am really tired and tomorrow i must pass up my chemistry file which i promised miss rohaya today. i need to rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at malaysia it was really nice. i realised that there i can shop and ask for bargains. haha i manage to bargain something. anyway malacca was my favorite place. i bougt myself a ny hat, plain black and white letters of ny. i did not buy any sovineers though just foods lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going off for now. seems i am out of words. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-14204500.post-8805170149540911043</id><published>2007-03-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:12:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!goal!</title><content type='html'>today, the only thing i can say is GOAL. pe was really really fun. although i played keeper like i always do, i scored a goal. wow i pumped the ball and did a goal. the ball flew right into the goal. lol ah kiat, the oppossing keeper said he did not catch the ball because he thought keeper cannot score the goal but i think he underestimated the goal. wow it feels great and i was really surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i am pathetic elaborating on the goal i conceded. haha well i am happy to do so as i am rarely concede a goal and always asked to be the keeper. haha mybe one day in jc, i may want to join soccer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8805170149540911043?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8805170149540911043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8805170149540911043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8805170149540911043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8805170149540911043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/goal.html' title='!goal!'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-8607569580943201972</id><published>2007-03-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:49:55.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='{it is about time i wake up}'/><title type='text'>there is a limit to patience</title><content type='html'>today english lesson was really funny. mrs oehlers told us jokes about language misunderstanding and most of it is quite awkward to write about as some of you may feel offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at assembly, the vice principal told us a good story about a carpenter. i makes me feel that i should consistently work hard. it is about a carpenter retiring and his boss asked him to do a final house. although he did well building the previous houses, he did not have the heart so he did a sloppy job. so when his boss inspected his house, the boss gave him the keys to the house and say it is his. he was shocked and dissappointed. if only he did a final good job, he would have not regretted. this thing reminds me of zidane's headbutt. l.o.l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, 4e1 had a class match with 4e3. i played keeper and did not let in a goal. one of the rare moments. we win 1-0. it ends at 2.25 and just in time for band. i have been coming late for band because of soccer and i recently promised grace not to come late and i felt pround i fulfiled that promised. as usual band was boring and i chatted with my sectionn haha because the conductor rarely called us to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was really angry band ended late. the band end about 6.20 and we go home about 6.50 after packing. i realised i cannot play for the annual band concert at the rate i am going. i did really bad for my studies and also coming home late after band. anyway i got miss juanna's approval, the teacher in charge. so i am confirm stopping band after singapore youth festival this april.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-8607569580943201972?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8607569580943201972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=8607569580943201972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/8607569580943201972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in everyone knows tomorrow is my birthday. i was really happy and touched. i did not expect it and i did not tell anyone about it. it is really nice since the last time that happens was in sec 1 or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i did not continue band since my mother want me to leave fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i bought a hand phone and its a new one. i ws real happy. i must take care of it and try not to let it be spoilt. lol like last time, i went to sentosa and i was stupid enough to go to the sea with my handphone on me and i did not repair it quickly after that and it corrode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-4070095651165237223?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4070095651165237223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>in the morning i took the bus. then on the way to the mrt the bus driver suddenly say 1 student 1 car while pointing at the catholic high students in the car. i was really scared when he pointed and started to laugh at them. when he did that i looked away and ignored him. in my heart i was really scared and was in a high guard if anything happens. luckily it was 1 stop and i got of at the mrt station as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school during the assembly it was funny although some are not. it is like the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today band was boring and it was at the hall. i was really bored because most of the time the conductor do not call the trombone section. so i talk to grace about an hour just to pass the time. after band i followed my section with some others and went to mc donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is e maths common test tommorrow. i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly when i veiw my blog, i thought someone left rude a comment at the chatbox and i am quite disappointed but i realised later it was my junior cassandra. haha she always waved to me when she sees me and that is nice. i am thankful i do not have bad juniors hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2261000157274187742?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2261000157274187742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2261000157274187742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2261000157274187742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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was really nice to be there on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched movies at suria. one of the movie which i like is called violet or unggu i think. it was really nice, quite touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-2933144845796729785?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2933144845796729785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=2933144845796729785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2933144845796729785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/2933144845796729785'/><link 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/&gt;yesterday was chinese new year celebrations. i missed my performance with the lower seconday in concert band to take social studies test. serene and fiona from band skipped the test and they get to perform for the secondary 1 but i just took it anyway. haha i made lots of mistake on my first peice because i did not practice it but the second 1 i managed it because last 2 years i performed on chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school a lot of people went for movies but i went to the mosque. then i got tuiton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i rest at home for the whole day. tommorrow there is madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like chinese new year. i remembered last time i went to ang mo kio, it was so quiet and deserted. really cool. i just want to enjoy the silence because thats the only year you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to all readers out there, i wish you a happy chinese new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-9166505124627666735?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9166505124627666735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=9166505124627666735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/9166505124627666735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/9166505124627666735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-google-accout.html' title='new google account'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-117083833464835163</id><published>2007-02-07T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:52:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biology test</title><content type='html'>today i woke up 4 am today to study biology but slept until 6 am. lol. luckily i studied a little during band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school, seven people did not come. during social studies, miss singh did not come and i studied biology for a while. after recess, there are physics and chemistry lab so i bring the notes and studied a little there. i studied until the biology test starts. the i was able to do the test. i usually rarely do that but i hope i will secure a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is physics class test tommorrow. i hope i hae sufficient time to study&lt;div 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Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-117076744301089882</id><published>2007-02-06T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:10:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conference hall</title><content type='html'>there was geography common test today, i studied but still did not understand the last question. then during maths, i go it lab for a survey. while i was in the lab, i tag on her blog about her birthday. after 1 period went back to class but band members and i left at 10am. then we went to singapore conference hall to practice for syf. then i played soccer and came late for band. i went back to band but a lot miss band because got test tommorrow i think.i came although i got biology test tommorrow. today the band practice outside with nature hahaha.  in the hot sun! well i ask the dm wheather she got test tommorrow and she said she got 2. i felt bad haha as i was thinking of skipping band today. i think after april i will come to band every week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-117076744301089882?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/117076744301089882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=117076744301089882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/117076744301089882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/117076744301089882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/conference-hall.html' title='conference hall'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116999338383972169</id><published>2007-01-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:09:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i met mr gunawan, biology teacher, at mcdonalds after band. he was dressed soo cool with a black hoodie and long pants. he also style his hair to the centre. well as i was about to go out of mcdonalds, he asked me to stay while. so i stayed and he gave me some fries to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116999338383972169?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116999338383972169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116999338383972169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116999338383972169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116999338383972169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/cool.html' title='cool'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116962678465134856</id><published>2007-01-24T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:19:44.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library</title><content type='html'>i have been using the school computer since the computer at home was spoilt. i have been using the school computer but did not have the time to do so since everyday got extra classes and cca. it was hard using frienster in school. i use 1 hour to upload a testimonial and just in time as the library was closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be stopping band the moment CCAs are suspended. it is really tired going to band. nicholas is really rude. he made the juniors jog during sectionals and the drum major scolded him for that, he dare to answer back. then the conductor shouted and stopped both of them. it was really embarassing but luckily the juniors were not there during the fight. anyway why nicholaswasted his time running. the dm was right to scold him and in the end she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in social studies, miss singh made us spin a paper clip with our mind. well it works when you use your hand to hold the string to spin the paper clip but when everyone stare at the paper clip hanging on the projector it did not work but in did see a really small nudge. haha maybe it was my imagination. well miss singh say our mind is not powerful enough. well she say that we should try something easy like telling our mind to wake up at the time we desire. well i do believe her about our mind. i think we sub-conciously move the paper in a circle without knowing it since we think hard of spinning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will get to blog frequently, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116962678465134856?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116962678465134856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116962678465134856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116962678465134856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116962678465134856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/library.html' title='library'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116861370582244156</id><published>2007-01-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:55:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain</title><content type='html'>yesterday was nice. i really really like my classroom. it is 1 and a half times bigger than the old classroom and it is airconditioned. tghere is even an extra space about 2 m behind me. haha teerapot brought soccer ball and we play monkey with the ball during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went  for band and minci and si kai came. min ci tried for the 3 month jc an..d told us about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i brought a jacket because it was raining and the classroomaircon is blowing directly at me. during cme i made a fool out of myself because the teacher asked about an article and since benjamin used my article, i was out of ideas. so i made up about smoking banned at public places. the cme teacher was very patient although i talked a lot of rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116861370582244156?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116861370582244156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116861370582244156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116861370582244156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116861370582244156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain.html' title='rain rain'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116832401854008902</id><published>2007-01-09T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:26:58.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>i am using the school computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was half a day and we played soccer after  that. haha first time 4e1 win 4e2. affter that i went junction 8 to buy food. i realised i lost my file at night when i wanted to find the time table to find my bag.  i supposed i left it at old chang kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wanted to find my file after band. hah i do not know whether i should stop going for band at april or july after the band's annual performance at victoria concert hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116832401854008902?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116832401854008902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116832401854008902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116832401854008902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116832401854008902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116800322959005420</id><published>2007-01-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:20:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secondary 1 orientation</title><content type='html'>it is back to school and all express classes have aircon, real nice. i am really concern for my malay, really seriously concern. my worst subject will be on mid year, june i think. still in band 1 for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the secondary 1 orientation was the best. it is the day to reel in the secondary 1 to your cca. miss juanna expects to get 60 students to just get their name and number if they ever want to join band. the band was very happy to get 56 students because we usually get 30 students or less and half of them usually quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy now that ccas are suspended from april onwards, after singapore youth festival. the band aims to get at least a gold but i aim for gold with honours. well it was inspiring to hear shawn said orchid park secondarty school which got certificate of participation at syf at 2003 and gold with honours at 2005. i think nothing is impossible if you set your mind to it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116800322959005420?l=mysteryjournal.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-14204500.post-116721353939975145</id><published>2006-12-27T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T17:59:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my eyes</title><content type='html'>for how many days i cannot sleepearly. haha. yesterday sleept about 4 or 5 o clock because still jetlag for going to switserland i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to geylang with my grandmother to change my long pants because my mother find it too big. before changing went to the wet market to help carry the groceries. haha. got to change to a smaller pants. later ate a coin prata. it is 6 small prata and it is expensive. $4 wow i can but a zinger meal man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116721353939975145?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-14204500.post-116698045296864394</id><published>2006-12-25T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:14:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went to a wedding of my grandmother's cousin whom she have not seen for 20 years. after that meet my auntie going for haji at mecca. after that went home.later went to caffour and bought a television and a karaoke set for my grandmother. i bought a $10 watch which my mother chose. it is quite nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116698045296864394?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116698045296864394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-14204500.post-116681120833473410</id><published>2006-12-23T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:13:28.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library</title><content type='html'>to day walk to bishan mosque and met my best friend in primary school,basyir, with his brother. after the praying we talk while walking to junction 8. he was going to watch a movie with his family and cousins about 'the night in the museum. then split up with him. go buy food and go to the library to borrow 4 books. then walked home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116681120833473410?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116681120833473410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116681120833473410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116681120833473410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116681120833473410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/library.html' title='library'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116539756405437246</id><published>2006-12-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:32:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>switserland</title><content type='html'>not many people know about me going to switserland except the band cause have to get excuse from it from practice. wow i miss a once in a life time opportunity to go to malaysia with my band cause it coincide with my holiday but my family is still important than cca. i am leaving to day at midnight. i am quite scared going overseas cause do not want anything bad to happen. i have been watchingf national geographic air crash investigations and it scares me. well i think i go back at 17 december. i hope theres internet connection there. haha can blog what will happen there. lets continue band now is quite bad now. my jr nicholas havesome issues with the head commitees. ow he is so sensitive, why he make a big issue when he was blamed. when i sec 1 there is some discipline but now not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116539756405437246?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116539756405437246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116539756405437246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116539756405437246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116539756405437246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/switserland.html' title='switserland'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116530911965294493</id><published>2006-12-05T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:58:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pants</title><content type='html'>haha. today last day in band for me and my brother till scool reopens for sec 1 orientation. today the whole time sectionals and i realised sectionals is much better than combined. after band i, my bro, jing han, danny and parvin played soccer in the basketball court. it was fun until i fall on my bum but luckily only a few scratch on my palm, no blood too. then i realise my pants on the back tore and it is so embarrassing. everyone laugh for a while but parvin is too much. then i do not know what to do. i only have today newspaper and tried to cover it up but they say its too obvious. then jing han really saved me from embarrassment. he lent me his sling bag to cover the tear and it works. i really thank him. he is really a good friend although in different classes but still bandmates. on the way home, became childish. his my junior and he kept saying out loud about my torn pants so i try to ignore him. yesterday i forgot to mention my senior, min qi gave me 'o' level papers cause she finished hers already. i was nice of her to do such a thing and she gave me advise on studies and other stuff. i missed band when i was in sec 1. next time i tell you why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116530911965294493?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-14204500.post-116524918168457412</id><published>2006-12-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:19:41.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>hopethis i do not write a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yesterday went to mosque for my p5 brother mengaji after that go to an awkward wedding. it is awkward cause it is so quiet and the place is half empty or half full haha. then went malaysia go cut my hair first then go for my relative's engagement at the kampong. it was tiring cause go there from 1 to about 5. my family help serving the food to the people who came. the malaysian custom is different from singapore. the groom side gave 7000 ringgit, a ring and and another 70 ringgit while the bride side gave just gifts. then go to giant to shop. haha go karaoke at the arcade and sang bye bye bye from n'sync just for 1 riggit per song. no jam while going back haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today go for band from 8.30 to 3.30, haaa so long. it is very boring. parvin kept talking about a ps2 game 'bully'. at least there is an hour of break at 12.30. before band resumes, jing han asked me to ponteng band but i dont want to cause dont wanna get punish. but in the end i talk to jing han, jeremy and danny then played soccer but got back to band room when gui xiang called. arhg after break i realised was sectionals. it was a waste of time so practice my tonguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after band send my grandmother to the doctor. when going back i took the bus and paid using 55cent coins cause i did not bring my ezlink card. then the bus driver scolded me and said i need to pay 90cent. i was embarassed and put in 50 cent. the stupid thing he said to me was to show my ezlink card if i was a student. why would i pay coins if i had ezlink card. dont you agree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116524918168457412?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116524918168457412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116524918168457412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116524918168457412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116524918168457412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-and-today.html' title='yesterday and today'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116488472560015489</id><published>2006-11-30T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:20:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to the clinic. i had a blocked nose and cough. while i was buying the medicine i forgot to ask for mc for band tommorrow. so went back to the doctor but the doctor said she erased the data or something so cannot get the mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up 6.45. i didnt go for band. still feel sick so i told my brother who is also in band to tell head committees i was not coming. then i rested from 8am to 2pm. so i am am not feeling so good. there is prison break later. what a good show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116488472560015489?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116488472560015489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116488472560015489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116488472560015489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116488472560015489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14204500.post-116461728380161195</id><published>2006-11-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:48:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating hari raya when it is over</title><content type='html'>yesterday when to madrasah with a baju kurung. the performance at the madrasah was quite okay. as it was planned about last week, i think last year was better. it was boring until the sec 3s do their presentation. they asked the sec 4s to act out what they have to do. the funniest 1 was gembira(happy). the guy just don' know what to do and he just skipped. everyone laugh. after everyting we eat. the food that was given to the mosque was deliciousor maybe i was hungry. they i went home with azwan. he told me a funny thing his younger brother did. his brother deleted a saved data from gta san andreas by pressing on a new game. the funny part was his brother thought a new game meant another new game. haha well maybe i type you would not understand by the way azwan said was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116461728380161195?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116461728380161195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116461728380161195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116461728380161195'/><link rel='self' 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the arcade . just 1 game and 1 riggit spent while waiting for my young bor picking his shoes. well i just got 78 mph i think. last time it was 85. then went to the super market and then go home. there is no jam today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116447218422260864?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116447218422260864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116447218422260864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116447218422260864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116447218422260864'/><link 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played nice, especially amk secondary. no wonder they got gold for syf. i like merry widow.it was suprising they can play and complete the song after getting it that very day. the sec 3 played it so they are able to side read it. well the amk conductor praise our trombone section and i think he was very suprised when he heard a sec1 playing first trombone. haha everyone laugh when they heard it. then the ice breaker part went horribly bad. everyone donno what to do. well the monfort trombonist are weird. they talk alot and one of them ask wheather to start a conversation about studies? huh? after that we went back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116437200914282156?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116437200914282156/comments/default' title='Post 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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-14204500.post-116421317801401440</id><published>2006-11-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:32:58.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring day</title><content type='html'>so tired today. i did not have breakfast and band end nearly 1p.m. when it is supposed to end at 12.30. i am really tired from 8.30 to 1p.m. and the head commitees said we go home late because we are punish in band like being late or ponteng, skip band but it is true. i just wished the conductor give more breaks, sit 4 hours on a chair, only once in a blue moon he does. well i feel very happy i am not punished in band anymore.after band karim called from macdonalds. he shouted my name and i looked up lol. well i just hand out with the malay boys for a while then i go home. wow i am really sleepy when i reached home. tommorrowgot band exchange with ang mo kio seconday and monfort. going to be tiring from 9am to 5 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116421317801401440?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116421317801401440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116421317801401440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116421317801401440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116421317801401440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/tiring-day.html' title='tiring day'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116409176225764981</id><published>2006-11-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:14:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at mcdonald in braddell !BAD!</title><content type='html'>today band starts at 8.30.so i decided to have my breakfast at mcdonalds. at mcdonald there is a cleaner watering the plants on the wall beside me. wow it was terrible. she stepped on the chair without taking off her shoes and watered the plant. then some water droppped on the table and drink where i was having my meal so i did not finish my tea. actually i do not understand, why she cannot wait for me to finish my food then water the plant. no common sense but i still must be patient because she is old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14204500-116409176225764981?l=mysteryjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116409176225764981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14204500&amp;postID=116409176225764981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116409176225764981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14204500/posts/default/116409176225764981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteryjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-mcdonald-in-braddell-bad.html' title='at mcdonald in braddell !BAD!'/><author><name>Muhammad Afiq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05122450493770392048</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-14204500.post-116394839280083394</id><published>2006-11-19T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:59:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time blogging</title><content type='html'>today went to madrasah. quite boring after recess because everyone is discussing about next week. there is a celebration on hari raya next week and every class is suppose to perform. luckily i was not picked because those who were stay backed a little longer. lol our class are all boys and they must dance with a partner. well hope it goes well next week. after that went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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