<?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-3805517553169481205</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:41:41.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWRbiteME.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805517553169481205.post-6654424968994232935</id><published>2007-07-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T07:47:27.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of harrypotters</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : sleepy *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : with or without you - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to wicked. seriously. going with henry. which is utter random. blek. whatever. louis doesn't want to go with me. lalala. i hate you louis. would've considered going with ben or something. blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the harry potter book. my mum bought it for me. at &lt;u&gt;carrefour&lt;/u&gt;. $69.90. hell cheap. she bought it for me, while I was watching the movie with my brother. I was FORCED to. it sucked. really sucked. I don't see why Farah is so psyched about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-6654424968994232935?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6654424968994232935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=6654424968994232935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/6654424968994232935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/6654424968994232935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-harrypotters.html' title='of harrypotters'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-7817476237563241410</id><published>2007-06-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:48:26.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ocean's 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : no music. sound of noisy form 2 terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : THRILL! WOOOHOOO! A FOR SEJARAH! &amp; SCIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooh! i watched Ocean's 13 on the 8th of June but whatever. I just have to blog about that Friday. :] before that... I will tell youu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I GOT AN A FOR SEJARAH &amp; SCIENCE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoooh. x) lots of people didn't get an A for both subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sam here&lt;/u&gt;: i got 2 a's too! (: i beat carol in science &lt;b&gt;BTW&lt;/b&gt; lolss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahhaa. am beat us for Sejarah. (: but we beat her in Science. hahahahaa. okkkkay, now I shall talk about MY FRIDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;/u&gt;: she went with yew eng.. bt not me!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. shush sam.. this isn't about you. its about me! :D iLu, sam. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 10.40am.. stupid yew eng sms-ed me and woke me up.. called me twice too. nyek. he told me to get the tickets for the movie 'coz he couldn't. called him around 10.50am and he said he could. stupid. wake me up for nothing. I stayed in the house and went online for awhile. did some photoshopping. then went out around 12pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him (as sam said, yew eng) outside TGV. yes, TGV. not GSC. TGV. gosh. couldn't get tickets. acap got them for me. :D he was wearing the most unmatching clothes.. he wore his blue DOHA shirt, jeans, his striking turquoise CROCS and his brown hoodie. lol. very unmatching, no? hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to scout for Shuq's present. we first went to Nike.. couldn't find anything. then it was Roxy.. but yew eng said too expensive. cheapskate. we went to body glove instead. haha. Shuqs got mad later when she got it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went later on to watch the movie. was *insert American accent* Fuckin' A. hahahah.  was damn cold in the theatre. hogged yew eng's hoodie. :D went for TGIF's later. yum yum. had Loaded Potato Skins. yew eng had nachos. bill cost freaking 81 bucks. x.x damn expensive. lalalalala. sam looks annoyed at me since I'm using her laptop. I love you sam. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sam&lt;/u&gt;: i want movie also.! bt tgv sucks.. :P okay her carol.. im satisfied. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-7817476237563241410?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7817476237563241410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=7817476237563241410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/7817476237563241410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/7817476237563241410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/oceans-13.html' title='ocean&apos;s 13'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-5338252121313835433</id><published>2007-06-18T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:18:15.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carpal tunnel of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : carpal tunnel of love - fob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : jumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title has nothing to do with the post. seriously. its just that I'm listening to it. and it just changed to &lt;b&gt;How to Save a Life by the Fray&lt;/b&gt;. *sigh* today was an okay day. nothing unexpected for a Monday happened. except Mykester's hair. yeah, only his hair. and that Otis shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard of Otis? its some elevator and escalator company. see them everywhere but never bothered to know what it was. lol. Otis came to our school to do a talk about safety rules and stuff. Dr Rizal was right. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;it is for kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. we were laughing shitloads though. how fun, no? [: they had that &lt;i&gt;mascot&lt;/i&gt;.. the Mr. Otis. &lt;u&gt;frigging hell, it was funny&lt;/u&gt;. no elaborations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing.. math kills. mr lee gave us 7 exercises. all with the compass and angles and lines stuff. for chapter seven. to pass up in two days. he's freaking crazy.. and I lost my geometry set. how screwed is that? nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cempaka scene's first screening was today, waw. it showed us in it. the kayaking expedition. haha. was funny. enjoyed it, sort of. even though it was so short. deng. i've got sejarah to finsih. and not to mention math. blech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk new layout. x)&lt;br /&gt;made it out of inspiration of the image itself. the pink isn't my type. but I went with it anyways. I'm loving the new layout. which reminds me that I haven't given Jane hers. lol. so bored. its like 9.17pm. nyehh. Ben ditched me, with the &lt;u&gt;brb&lt;/u&gt;. nyehh. he's on mobile. lalalala. I think I'll sign off. you know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-5338252121313835433?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5338252121313835433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=5338252121313835433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/5338252121313835433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/5338252121313835433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/carpal-tunnel-of-love.html' title='carpal tunnel of love'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-4964547189442773817</id><published>2007-06-17T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:03:43.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanessa hudgens and zac efron, dating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : you belong to me - jason wade (lifehouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title says it all. you're as shocked as I am. yeahh. they're dating. so *gasping*. you don't believe me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;b&gt;number one&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;have you seen Vanessa Hudgens' music video of Say Ok? no? it features Zac Efron as the guy she supposedly loves. well, and if you think that's just a little acting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2007/03/vanessa_hudgens_say_ok/vanessa-hudgens-say-ok-music-video-70.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2007/03/vanessa_hudgens_say_ok/vanessa-hudgens-say-ok-music-video-59.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-00.vo.llnwd.net/media/jj1/2007/03/vanessa_hudgens_say_ok/vanessa-hudgens-say-ok-music-video-57.jpg" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number two&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;people's magazine states so. you think thats gossip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;number three&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;their holiday in hawaii. lets see what the paparazzi caught, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/2529/zacefronandvanessahudgebe0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to gasp at this picture below.. ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/5536/zacefronandvanessahudgenn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-4964547189442773817?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4964547189442773817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=4964547189442773817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/4964547189442773817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/4964547189442773817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/vanessa-hudgens-and-zac-efron-dating.html' title='vanessa hudgens and zac efron, dating?'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-3231442043650391899</id><published>2007-06-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:52:33.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genting, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : four in the morning - gwen stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : dead tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genting highlands! whoo! went today. for a day only. darn tiring. but seriously fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 9am, and dad told my brother and I to get ready 'coz we were driving up to genting. had brunch at Gohtong Jaya. that chinese store.. with good Tong Fun. x) when we went up, we bought outdoor tickets. first ride was the Corkscrew. hella fun! its a roller coaster. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/132/322877383_8a99591c75_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my brother and my dad and I lined up for the Space Shot. four times. everytime we lined up, it'd be raining. fuckaroo. really. finally got to sit it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/space-shot-video.jpg" width="320px" height="240px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had corn in a cup. went to meet my dad's friend. ate tea at his store. yum yum coffee bean after. then we tried a new ride. heck, it was scary. its called the "Flying Coaster". roller coaster, which you lie on your stomach. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/flying-coaster.jpg" width="320px" height="240px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. had dinner at Kota Damansara, and well, yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;good nights. I'm darnnn tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-3231442043650391899?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3231442043650391899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=3231442043650391899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/3231442043650391899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/3231442043650391899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/genting-baby.html' title='genting, baby!'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-9161999772377153688</id><published>2007-05-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:38:52.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kayaking expedition</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : never again - kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa yeah, baby. its was the &lt;b&gt;BOMB&lt;/b&gt;. seriously. lets start from the &lt;i&gt;beginning&lt;/i&gt;. from the &lt;u&gt;weeeeee&lt;/u&gt; hours of the cold, tuesday morning. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;Day One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakes up, brushes teeth, breakfast, change clothes, off to Damansara! first thing I do when I got there, check groups. I still remember. sort of.. err. Sam, Redhza (Ashraf), Carolynn, Katherine, Vanessa, Min Hua, Au Yong, Yung Mun, Kia Jie, Feona. Group E. sucky shit. haha. called Sam, told her we're in the same group then talked to Coach Kamal for awhile. then Mike came, Sam, Mike and I talked for five minutes. then Mike went. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had short briefing from Encik Salleh, got stuff and walked to bus. shouted by to Yew Eng, as loud as I could, and went on the bus. watched Spiderman 1 and 2 on the bus. sat  next to Sam. Fen sat in front of us. slumber-ed the whole way. reached, was pumped. around 1pm, after ferry and stuff. had lunch. was okay, I guess. short briefing and introduction. the dude strictly said &lt;b&gt;no couples&lt;/b&gt;. wonder if &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; listened. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/7056/cassilverkayakingbb85casi0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/7056/cassilverkayakingbb85casi0.jpg" alt="Briefing Session"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had first time with handling kayak paddles. was heavy and cool. :) don't know what's the dude's name. but he was cool. ashraf buat lawak. he sucks at it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/7673/cassilverkayakingbb8739cx9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/7673/cassilverkayakingbb8739cx9.jpg" alt="Paddle Handling"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/1299/cassilverkayakingbb87afmw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/1299/cassilverkayakingbb87afmw1.jpg" alt="Paddle Handling 2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaahhh. you can see me, right? lol. this picture [below] shows that Brannon sucks at life jackets. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/4128/cassilverkayakingbb87c9rl8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/4128/cassilverkayakingbb87c9rl8.jpg" alt="Brannon's Sucky Life Jacket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for a little test run, and thats our "raft" down there. we've all got constipated looks except for Katherine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/1198/cassilverkayakingbb880akg5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/1198/cassilverkayakingbb880akg5.jpg" alt="Our Raft"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't bad, eh? sooooon, it was night. yeah. so fast. Day One ending already. took a nice silhouette picture. Brannon, me, Sam, Ashraf. isn't very clear though.. since we were all wearing black. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/8807/cassilverkayakingbb8853fp9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/8807/cassilverkayakingbb8853fp9.jpg" alt="Silhouette!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a clearer picture.. but its me, Sam and Ashraf only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/3056/carolsamashrafeh4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/3056/carolsamashrafeh4.jpg" alt="Carol, Sam, Ashraf!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had some ice-breaking game. which I have no pictures of. lol. sorry. later, we went for night-trekking or night-owling or night-walk. was scary. so dark.. can't even see the steps. no pictures either, which is a relief, since I looked stoned and sleepy. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;Day Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 6.20am. fell back to sleep. woke around 6.45am, then brushed my teeth and got ready. 7.15am, sang Negaraku and the school song. went for a run. a long long run. then we had morning exercise. was funny. we were doing very funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3715/cassilverkayakingbb853aem1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/3715/cassilverkayakingbb853aem1.jpg" alt="Morning Exercise"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did the team thingy. with the flag and the kite and the stupid war cry. and no, I won't elaborate. ;) this picture, well, you can't see me. you can only spot my worn out Nike shoe, and my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img400.imageshack.us/img400/3574/cassilverkayakingbb8577uu0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img400.imageshack.us/img400/3574/cassilverkayakingbb8577uu0.jpg" alt="Group E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie Ben! :P random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/7007/cassilverkayakingbb8598aw9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/7007/cassilverkayakingbb8598aw9.jpg" alt="Ben loves this picture!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to fly our kite.. and that's us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/558/cassilverkayakingbb85b8no4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/558/cassilverkayakingbb85b8no4.jpg" alt="Groupie!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/5866/cassilverkayakingbb85c2ix4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/5866/cassilverkayakingbb85c2ix4.jpg" alt="Kite-Flying Horror"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats me and Sam, and some lanci dude who can fly the kite really really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4870/cassilverkayakingbb85b9ak2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4870/cassilverkayakingbb85b9ak2.jpg" alt="Look at the Beautiful Sea.."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did a little race. not little actually. hella tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/5503/cassilverkayakingbb85f7za8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/5503/cassilverkayakingbb85f7za8.jpg" alt="Kayaking Race"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played water. :] I was next to the guy when he found this octopus in some baked beans can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/8136/cassilverkayakingbb85fbxo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/8136/cassilverkayakingbb85fbxo5.jpg" alt="Octopus"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats our Groupie One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3884/cassilverkayakingbb8609ha9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3884/cassilverkayakingbb8609ha9.jpg" alt="Group One"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our Groupie Free Pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3488/953295408lpb3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/3488/953295408lpb3.jpg" alt="Free Pose"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our Groupie Free Pose Side View. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3113/cassilverkayakingbb8610bj6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3113/cassilverkayakingbb8610bj6.jpg" alt="Free Pose Side View"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our first expedition! that's me [in silver shoes, long hair, in front of the kayak] and Jenq Yao struggling to keep the boat up. :D we kayaked for about 7km. LAUREN. didn't kayak towards. oh that little girl! :D she sat in the BOAT. nyek. she kayaked back though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/9784/cassilverkayakingbb8615se2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/9784/cassilverkayakingbb8615se2.jpg" alt="Jenq Yao and Me!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we had BBQ dinner! while waiting for the dinner, Lauren and I wrote our names in sand. whoa. it was pretty. :) and huge too. people kept stepping on it. :D then I talked to Ben, Fen, Rick and Yung Mun. was funny. kept making jokes about "pussy licker" aka PL. haha. no elaborations. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had War Games. my whole team masuk tidur. ohhh well. so I watched. and didn't play. but got wet anyways. Ben laa. it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/1497/cassilverkayakingbb8673qo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/1497/cassilverkayakingbb8673qo5.jpg" alt="War Games"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a nice shower.. and day two ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5am. went back to sleep. then woke up at 6.30am. went to brush teeth. lepakked in the tent.. then breakfast. yummy. nasi lemak. i never talk food eh? haha. well the food was okay. after breakfast, we went for our expedition. whoa. that was really tiring. few kilo walk. no pictures. haha. we walked up into the jungle. which was very dangerous and slippery, but it paid off. while walking near this store, MR KOH. the one and only &lt;b&gt;MR KOH!&lt;/b&gt; drove past in his motorcycle! omg. its such a small world. I seriously panned. and Sam too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well day three ended up in exhaustion. and last place! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/6623/cassilverkayakingbb86f8xv8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/6623/cassilverkayakingbb86f8xv8.jpg" alt="No, you can't spot me. I promise"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to the jetty, and onto the ferry. &amp; we were all sunburned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/2719/cassilverkayakingbb8745ou9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/2719/cassilverkayakingbb8745ou9.jpg" alt="who's the sunburned one?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cheras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; bus with Fen. boy, hella fun! beats the Damansara bus, ANYTIME. [no offense guys] six hour ride home. I sat alone with Fen and Hanrick in front, Ben and Ron beside Fen and Rick and Yung Mun across my seat. I sat with Ron's fitness first bag and Rick's bag. I listened to music with Yung Mun. then I ate. then I watched Pirates for awhile. and we [Ben, Rick, Fen, Me, Yung Mun, Ron] talked the whole way. and then Yung Mun and Rick started having a gay contest. "Who's the Gayest?". shucks. Yung Mun bagged it. haha. we all guessed so. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, is beaten. did this. nyek. i'm gonna sleep now. nights. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-9161999772377153688?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9161999772377153688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=9161999772377153688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/9161999772377153688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/9161999772377153688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/kayaking-expedition.html' title='kayaking expedition'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-2390941306282018293</id><published>2007-05-27T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:59:56.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahoy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt;: this is my now - jordin sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt;: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waw. kayaking expedition is in two days. no, about 1 day and ten hours. I'm rather excited and afraid. excited that I'd be able to get away from this wrecked house. and afraid that I'd be homesick. yes, I'm twisted. crap it. hate being home, and afraid of missing home. amazing isn't it? mixed messages. been getting that very frequently the past few months. annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to annoy me. really. everything. even little things like trash on the floor. PMS-y, says Yew Eng. sure, PMS. what do you know about it, Yew Eng? lol. we had the talk about having &lt;I&gt;periods, having sex and making babies&lt;/i&gt; (didn't I tell you I'm open-minded?). lol. was rather &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt; because Yew Eng was protecting his words about &lt;u&gt;pleasure&lt;/u&gt; while I was talking about the &lt;u&gt;pain&lt;/u&gt; we go through. I won. ahah. sucker. okay, you need not know that. but who cares? I'm bored. not like anyone reads this sucking thing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehhh. the f1s still '&lt;I&gt;fighting&lt;/i&gt;'. yech. nahhh. anyone who's reading this, don't get involved. seriously. don't. screwed later. like those f4 people who get expelled for '&lt;i&gt;bullying&lt;/i&gt;'. yeah. I won't mention who or whom. zipp. figure out yourself. &amp;amp; if you form one people are reading this, oh puh-leese, don't do this. don't get yourself expelled over something so stupid. yeah? okay. don't listen to me if you like. but well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll change the topic. my brother and parents are officially labelled most annoying. yes. my parents don't let me sleep at Sam's house. annoying. my brother won't stop snooping around in my room. annoying. my parents won't let me go out with Yew Eng. lagi annoying. my brother trashed my room. lagi annoying. my parents reason for not letting me 'see' Yew Eng is 'coz I didn't let my mum watch Grey's Anatomy [what kind of stupid reason is that?]. freaking annoying at boiling point. brother stopped when I told him to go learn to fly if he wanted to annoy me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are over-protective. &lt;b&gt;really annoying. really really annoying to the maximum. REALLY REALLY ANNOYING. &lt;/b&gt; if I could really put labels on them &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; would be &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;. I mean, everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeyzus&lt;/b&gt;. no, not Jesus. Jeyzus. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-2390941306282018293?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2390941306282018293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=2390941306282018293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/2390941306282018293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/2390941306282018293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahoy.html' title='ahoy?'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-4959406067294707966</id><published>2007-05-25T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:32:14.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new age ; the form ones of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt; : slow down - the academy is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt; : excited. (for no apparent reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes. new age. seriously new age. with all this bitch fighting and shit. dayummmm. we were never like that when we were in form one. (considering that was last year..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;four hot spots &lt;u&gt;against&lt;/u&gt; two lovey dovey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. kids. (lol. I'm just talking big aren't I?) crapping, bitching, making up lies, criticizing, making friends with the seniors or more popular people to get some "bases" and "strength". ohmawkgosh. (hahaha. I'm imitating Sin Han) the form one kids &lt;b&gt;sure are different&lt;/b&gt; from what &lt;i&gt;we were&lt;/i&gt; last year. form ones were all like together together. only little bitch fights which meant nothing. no take sides. no I'm being friends with them 'coz they're popular. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes us, &lt;b&gt;form twos&lt;/b&gt; make us feel rather sad. I mean. yeah. school is this place where you go to, to make &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;. not bitch about each other and stuff. the four hot spots have been saying they've stopped bitching. the two lovey doveys never bitched in the first place, it seems. whuuuuuuut? now who's telling the truth? come on lah. the seniors pun &lt;u&gt;satu&lt;/u&gt;. take sides? oh puh-leeeeese. (no offense, *s, l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nayy la. times changed. like rapidly. so much for this whole thing happening. nobody even knows the freaking reason this happened. one says they started it for no reason. the other said they started bitching first. nyek. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw la. you guys take care of this yourself. but I hate it, that one side thinks I'm taking the other. so to clear it up, if you're reading this, you four hotspots, I'm on no ones side. I just listen to the two lovey doveys talk and say "yeah", "sure", "okay". done and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-4959406067294707966?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4959406067294707966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=4959406067294707966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/4959406067294707966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/4959406067294707966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-age-form-ones-of-2007.html' title='new age ; the form ones of 2007'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-1211923219408009126</id><published>2007-05-21T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:02:30.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek the Third</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt;: i don't love you - mcr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt;: frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengggg. &lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/8701/darnbg6.gif" /&gt;  Shrek 3. tomorrow I think. gosh. I don't even know if my mum'll allow me to go. aaaaaah. I'm freaking gonna go mad. &lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3635/tongueys0.gif" /&gt; 9.30pm. oh man. gotta reason with her.. after exams, relieve stress, errr.. erhh. deng. I don't know. I wanna watch, quite badly. lol.. after the movie I can brag to my brother that I watched it before him. nyek.. hopefully mummy doesn't know I'm going with yew eng. &lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/6271/grinkh1.gif" /&gt; lol. she'll definitely say no then. ahaha. just don't have to tell her then.  hahaha. &lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9250/confusedmz8.gif" /&gt; lollies. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-1211923219408009126?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1211923219408009126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=1211923219408009126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/1211923219408009126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/1211923219408009126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/shrek-third.html' title='Shrek the Third'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-1320810420439612130</id><published>2007-05-20T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:03:34.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-fcked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt;: thnks fr th mmrs - fob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt;: rather pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you heard me. not so fucked. &amp; I'm loving it this way. I can say, everything's back to normal. loving it loads. had TGIFs for lunch. 170 bucks. nyeh. free fajitas next visit. whoo. there goes my fajitas. yew eng's gonna steal it. heh. had chinese food for dinner. studied for 5 hours. =/ currently, chatting, sms-ing, reading, checking movies online, signing up for things, listening to music, basically.. &lt;b&gt;not studying&lt;/b&gt;, which is what I'm suppose to be doing. or at least what my mum thinks I'm doing. whooops. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyekkk. wanna watch Shrek the Third. can't wait for the Simpsons Movie either. hehe. craving sushi again. ah well. I shall shush now. read my &lt;i&gt;Phantom of the Opera &lt;/i&gt;literature text. Ms Selvi's gonna kill me if I don't get everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He has a very nice voice - and he doesn't shout at people" - Madame Giry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how witty. *bleaugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-1320810420439612130?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1320810420439612130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=1320810420439612130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/1320810420439612130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/1320810420439612130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-so-fcked.html' title='not-so-fcked.'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-858973771502381259</id><published>2007-05-13T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:04:03.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music ; my drug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt;: little wonders - rob thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt;: delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is like life. or rather it describes life. describes the way love feels. when its heartbreak or a newly made relationship. describes friendship. a lost one or a great one. describes random things. but in the end, has a hidden meaning in the lyrics. music gives us inspiration. it gives me inspiration, anyway. motivates me to write and express my feelings. it motivates me to a lot of things. even doing my homework sometimes. nobody can live without music. one song I love listening to over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Wonders by Rob Thomas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. i love it. if you get a chance to download, do it. [: the song means lots. if you get the meaning that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;let it go,&lt;br /&gt;let it roll right off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;let it in,&lt;br /&gt;let your clarity define you&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we will only just remember how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;let your troubles fall behind you&lt;br /&gt;let it shine&lt;br /&gt;until you feel it all around you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't mind&lt;br /&gt;if it's me you need to turn to&lt;br /&gt;we?ll get by,&lt;br /&gt;it's the heart that really matters in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my regret&lt;br /&gt;will wash away some how&lt;br /&gt;but i can not forget&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these small hours, still remain,&lt;br /&gt;still remain&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders&lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;time falls away&lt;br /&gt;but these small hours&lt;br /&gt;these little wonders still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-858973771502381259?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/858973771502381259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=858973771502381259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/858973771502381259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/858973771502381259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-my-drug.html' title='music ; my drug.'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</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-3805517553169481205.post-8742815045449991575</id><published>2007-05-11T08:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T06:05:12.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atavan Halen</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;current music&lt;/b&gt;: atavan halen (seven minutes in heaven) - fob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current mood&lt;/b&gt;: very pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself, that I'm not the desperate type'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is a bad day for me. &amp; for Sean too I guess. totalling the amount of his swearing I guess it is. I miss the days when it was without &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt;. =( practically no one will understand what I'm saying. or rather, nobody at all will. never told anyone about it. &lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt; is all he talks about. nothing else. I'm kind of &lt;i&gt;fuck distraction&lt;/i&gt; for him to get over her or some shit. stupid bitch. I don't care anymore. he can go away for all I care. I don't need him. I've got other people who treats me like a person. &lt;i&gt;so fucking fucked up fucker. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;eesh. I hate you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two girls in form four got expelled today. who? I have no idea. Sean won't tell me. but they got expelled for 'bullying' some other girl. but, who cares anyways, he says they're one of the hated ones.. bleh. the best time of the day, I'd have to say is during Lunch. only time I didn't fake a smile around people. &lt;b&gt;Nick, Sam, Hanan, gosh I love them for making me laugh so hard and smile so wide. Myke and Farah too. &lt;/b&gt;Farah and I fought over Mike's Heroes DVD. was the stupidest thing to do, but we did it anyways. made both of us laugh like bunch of nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanan and Nick were playing some staring game. Hanan's expression was damn cute. Nick looked constipated and very &lt;i&gt;sepet&lt;/i&gt;. haha. you get what I mean? yeah.. then they tried playing the laughing game. staring, Hanan can do. laughing, Hanan really cannot tahan. lol. Sam makes tard faces to keep them entertained. &amp; Lys was sort of pissed at me for not moving in to let her sit. her expression says it all. nyek. Sean made me laugh today to. his '&lt;b&gt;I'm-Emo-Don't-Come-Near-Me&lt;/b&gt;' look is so funny. that made me smile for the second time. for real, you know? third time, haha.. was our Nilai Play. shit that was funny. figures how much the people you're not close to can cheer you up rather than break you into tiny pieces and try to kill you and make you disappear. let alone want you to leave them alone and ignore you. fucker, you know I'm talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, went online and Sean and I started a conversation in BM. haha. we're suckers and we're jobless. shush. don't need to tell me. I already know. '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kesiannye Sean ku!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' lol.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked noob. &lt;i&gt;'ooi gut meh ixx hams'&lt;/i&gt; - I got my exams. rofl. *Sean Soon says ROFL like waffle. ahaha!* then you know, the mood went down when there's this thing about Sean's dad's close friend who died in a car accident. he had a pregnant wife and Sean saw him a few days before! made me feel like the time when I saw my dad's friend [the fishmonger who got shot, if you read the newspapers] the night before he died. it was very traumatizing that one day you talked to him and the next he died 'coz he got shot by a bunch of mafias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, then, here I am. supposedly 'studying'. but too pissed for my own good. Sha has been great. supporting me and making me really understand my real friends. iLu SHA! x) my mum cooked a crappy dinner 'coz she was sick. we had something supposedly pizza. but just tasted like cold bread and cheese. bleaugh. I so far, drank, 12 cans of Shandy since 9.45pm. still not drunk. need 50 to get half drunk. shucks. I can't take them all, otherwise my parents would've known. deng. just hopefully, my parents don't bust me in my room, &lt;b&gt;online and with shandy cans all over.&lt;/b&gt; yeah. otherwise, &lt;i&gt;byebye laptop, byebye phone and byebye freedom. &lt;/i&gt;ohgosh. I can't imagine.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget everything that isn't you, I'm not going home alone, cause I don't do too well on my own&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805517553169481205-8742815045449991575?l=rawrbite-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8742815045449991575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805517553169481205&amp;postID=8742815045449991575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/8742815045449991575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805517553169481205/posts/default/8742815045449991575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rawrbite-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/atavan-halen_3200.html' title='Atavan Halen'/><author><name>carolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18390893615067514811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
