<?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-32331311</id><updated>2012-01-01T05:30:00.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaziqAz™</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, the way I live it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>860</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-142292862254647016</id><published>2011-10-09T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:54:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zouk was so fucking awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-142292862254647016?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/142292862254647016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=142292862254647016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/142292862254647016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/142292862254647016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/10/zouk-was-so-fucking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2793420015940026126</id><published>2011-08-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:05:27.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1u_9a25byY/TkUsk9V9ETI/AAAAAAAACJY/se_uSux3laY/s1600/252716_10150214771144193_742929192_7282306_6411516_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1u_9a25byY/TkUsk9V9ETI/AAAAAAAACJY/se_uSux3laY/s640/252716_10150214771144193_742929192_7282306_6411516_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The VS contingent in A Division 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a blast. Well, mainly because there hasn't been school until Thursday. I spent the whole of my Wednesday either studying or relaxing. Thursday was an extremely tiring day! Started off the morning with math, and then econs. Ms Halimah didn't come so we just did an essay outline for the whole lesson. PE was after that, and we played tennis but it got pretty boring. I can never really play tennis well. It looks easy but in reality its so hard to hit the ball with all the topspin and everything! I need more practice. After a while we got bored so we played frisbee in the tennis court heh. After our break was GP, with Mr Lye going through another form of essay. Chrystal period was spent on the movie therapy session, which I must say was quite good. Well, maybe just the movie because I didn't really listen to the rest of the stuff the lecturer said. Ended off the day with math lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to pray and then did vectors. Was super tired so took a nap at the benches on the fourth floor, before training started. Training was super duper tiring I swear. Before it started I was already feeling pretty thirsty, due to the weather being so hot and humid. Luckily we trained until 7 only. Training itself was pretty fun. Did the usual drills, and then we played 3-on-3 games! Filip decided to split us up into the Muslim team and Chinese team. HAHAHA. I played with Syakirun and Amshar and our line scored a lot hehehe so fun! So training ended at 7, and afterwards me and amshar made our way down to the canteen to break our fast! MJC Iftar 2011 was quite good, honestly. So much good food, and great company. Although the people who turned up were just a percentage of the total number of muslim students in MJ, I still think it was great. Though it would have been nice if more people turned up! So yeaaaah. We ate alot. Okay not me, but the rest. Unfortuately for me and Amshar, we didn't have appetites because we had just finished with training. &amp;nbsp;So we ate really little. The whole thing ended at around 9, I think. After that, I lepaked with a few guys til 10pm near school then cabbed home. Great night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friendly match with some corporate team tomorrow so I should sleep now. Last chance to play floorball before promos! Gotta make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2793420015940026126?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2793420015940026126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2793420015940026126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2793420015940026126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2793420015940026126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/08/iftar.html' title='Iftar'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1u_9a25byY/TkUsk9V9ETI/AAAAAAAACJY/se_uSux3laY/s72-c/252716_10150214771144193_742929192_7282306_6411516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8286226694047846071</id><published>2011-08-10T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:40:55.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8s4Ukf3eTM/TkIxU9yThkI/AAAAAAAACJM/6i6JM06XKmw/s1600/DSC-0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8s4Ukf3eTM/TkIxU9yThkI/AAAAAAAACJM/6i6JM06XKmw/s400/DSC-0393.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5BLAXuX1rE/TkIxVNpmmwI/AAAAAAAACJQ/c5QtTnXJREM/s1600/DSC-0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5BLAXuX1rE/TkIxVNpmmwI/AAAAAAAACJQ/c5QtTnXJREM/s400/DSC-0396.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night out with my cousins yesterday. We met at around 6.30 (because abang maman was late -.-) and trained to city hall, then went over to Marina Square to look for food. Buuuuut when it was time for buka, all the stores were packed with people. We originally planned to get some snackers at KFC to snack on while waiting for the fireworks, but seeing that it was crowded everywhere, we just bought drinks to break our fast and then went to the big steps facing esplanade to catch the fireworks. It was quite a while before the fireworks show started, but it was worth waiting. I haven't watched fireworks in years, and this was definitely an awesome night. We were all joking around about how taxpayer's money is getting blown up everytime there's fireworks but I think its worth it hahaha. Beautiful show yesterday, especially having fireworks shot from the top of buildings in the city area. Nice touch to the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRKrixWOwbI/TkIzodeS73I/AAAAAAAACJU/lF_tkIa2LwA/s1600/DSC-0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRKrixWOwbI/TkIzodeS73I/AAAAAAAACJU/lF_tkIa2LwA/s640/DSC-0352.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, we were wondering what to eat and where. We knew that the city area would be packed with everyone who watched the fireworks and also those who actually went for the parade. Soooo we took the train and took an impromptu decision to stop at Stadium Station, and went to Kallang Leisure Park. We tossed a coin to decide between KFC and Pastamania, and the coin decided that it would be KFC. We stepped in and the first thing we smelled there was shit. Literally the smell of shit, as though somebody shit in KFC and left. So it was fated that we went to Pastamania! Haha. Ate our hearts out then because it was already 9pm and we were hungry to the point of starvation. Abang Maman's friend, Izzat came over after that. At the very end, Kak Fiqah bought us this desert. It was kind of like pizza crust, with melted chocolate and bananas on top. Delicious, you guys should seriously try it. And its only $3.90! After eating, we went to the area outside 7-11 while waiting for another of Abang Maman's friend. He finally came at around 11+? Super late haha but we all had a great time just sitting and talking to each other while waiting. After he came, we carried on talking until 12.15am when we finally decided to go off. Managed to catch bus 10 at the bustop near Dakota MRT, and then walked home from Tampines interchange. It was super duper empty at the interchange! And also on the streets. Totally empty, like only one or two occasional people. Haha. I reached home at around 1.30am. It was a great night though, enjoyed the fireworks and most importantly, the company. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be my all-out study day. Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8286226694047846071?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8286226694047846071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8286226694047846071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8286226694047846071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8286226694047846071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8s4Ukf3eTM/TkIxU9yThkI/AAAAAAAACJM/6i6JM06XKmw/s72-c/DSC-0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5210539737119987300</id><published>2011-08-09T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:25:34.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebrations and Bazaar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA5fMTpRncY/TkDNbqMWKDI/AAAAAAAACJE/ShHvN2gFBf0/s1600/263337_10150268955903122_755233121_7744193_2196233_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA5fMTpRncY/TkDNbqMWKDI/AAAAAAAACJE/ShHvN2gFBf0/s640/263337_10150268955903122_755233121_7744193_2196233_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Meridian Floorball Team of '12. We'll hopefully be the ones who get double champions again, and at the same time bringing the Championship Trophy back to MJC for the third year running, and keep that trophy. We'll train hard to see that happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a nice day. School was filled with red people. HAHA. I mean, people wearing red shirts because of the national day celebrations. It was .. okay. The usual songs, and there was a "Don't Forget The Lyrics" competition with all the national day songs! Frin won with her team 'Fresh Fruit Juice' hahaha I swear what a lame name but damn funny. Celebrations ended at around 10am. Afterwards a few of us went to the library and watched KL Gangster together! Haha I've watched before but again its a hilarious movie. With all the lingo like 'mehmeh' and 'sayur sayur sayur!', 'sengaaaaaaaaaaaat' and 'sial ah, pui!' which all of us have been using far too much nowadays. Heheh. After that movie ended, we watched 3 Idiots. Good movie! I've never watched it before but its about these three guys who got close together while in Uni. Reminds me of my brotherhood with Taufik and Farhan, but unfortunately that's non-existant anymore EH. Haha. Oh well, people come and go. Made my way back and reached home at around 3pm, if I'm not wrong. I took a quick shower then slept until 7! Woke up just before maghrib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndSg-EknWkA/TkDSLcY3jKI/AAAAAAAACJI/h7PbdMO6DEM/s1600/289543_2280989633006_1496762267_32557235_1010479_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndSg-EknWkA/TkDSLcY3jKI/AAAAAAAACJI/h7PbdMO6DEM/s640/289543_2280989633006_1496762267_32557235_1010479_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the grainy picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maghrib, I got ready and went to meet insyirah, huda, amsyar (and his sister), naufal, farhan and shahirah at Paya Lebar. We waited for a while then went to Tanjong Katong Complex and met up with amshar and lili there. We walked around the Bazaar for a while checking out all the stuff on sale, but it got pretty frustrating because there were so many people! It was so packed, probably because of the fact that it was National Day eve. In the end we gave up and we decided to buy food and lepak somewhere. I bought "Black Paper Dengdeng" because that's apparently how they spell pepper hahahaha. Bought "Tako Yama" which is the way Insyirah's dad thinks Tako Yaki is supposed to be pronounced, and also Burger Ramly! We sat at some playground near Amsyar's house and ate after that. Had a superbly good meal because all the food is so fattening but delicious. HAHA. We parted ways around 11.30pm and I took the train home with Naufal. Reached home around 12. Had a great day, especially with such awesome company around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to watch the fireworks with my cousins! Era, Kak Fiqah and Abg Azman. Probably going to have a food feast too, looking forward to that. And then we have MJC iftar on Thursday after training with most of the MJC muslim cohort so I'm really looking forward to that too! It's going to be a great week ahead Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5210539737119987300?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5210539737119987300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5210539737119987300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5210539737119987300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5210539737119987300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/08/national-day-celebrations-and-bazaar.html' title='National Day Celebrations and Bazaar!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA5fMTpRncY/TkDNbqMWKDI/AAAAAAAACJE/ShHvN2gFBf0/s72-c/263337_10150268955903122_755233121_7744193_2196233_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3134620667698323587</id><published>2011-08-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:43:00.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five months</title><content type='html'>Been bloody ages since I've blogged. Always depended on twitter, but thing change. I guess I actually miss writing about my life in more than 140 words. Heh. Sooooo its been five long months since I've last blogged? Guess I barely have the time with all that's been happening in my life. Fast forward to now, its already the 8th day of Ramadhan, and so far my Ramadhan has been going well. I feel like a changed man, praying and actually keeping myself patient during this month. Hope its the beginning and that this will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to summarise my past five months into a few paragraphs, hell that wouldn't be enough. Besides, I forgot most that has happened anyway. But let me touch on major events that have happened in my life since I last posted. Definitely, one super special event was of course the A Division Floorball Championships 2011. Well, what can I say about that. I didn't regret getting a transfer to MJ and starting anew here. In a campaign where we remained unbeated, we defeated VJC in the finals by a score of 5-4. Close game and VJ played hard, credit should be given to them. They scored the first two goals of the game, with my defensive lapse being the cause of the second goal. But I'm proud of my team for not giving up because we scored five goals in quick succession in the second period, bringing the score to 5-2. And thankfully, I assisted one goal to make up for that mistake I made. But in the third period, VJ fought strongly and were rewarded with 2 goals, but we managed to hold on til the end, securing MJC's second successive championship. The girls too, were champions after defeating RIJC in finals with a score of 2-0. Double Champions, ftw. I'm so proud to have trained with these guys and girls and not given up throughout the season. We worked hard, played hard and fought hard and were certainly rewarded. Shall remember this team for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyi0qnGTO6A/Tj-sgYOoxjI/AAAAAAAACJA/63S1BvN1tn8/s1600/252684_10150204452078340_615918339_7026614_3912416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyi0qnGTO6A/Tj-sgYOoxjI/AAAAAAAACJA/63S1BvN1tn8/s640/252684_10150204452078340_615918339_7026614_3912416_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball aside, school in general for me has been a blast. Its been fun having all the people who I usually hang out with. In class, I have my group of friends like Amshar, Clive, Clement, Insyirah, Jeanette and Clarice. These people always entertain me in class and during breaks with their jokes and comedic actions. I am never tempted to pon class because these people make me want to stay in class. Hahaha if you all are reading this, love you guys! Apart from that the company in school has been awesome. From the malay table people, to people I hang out during breaks, and also the standard table people, you all never fail to brighten up my lives and give me joy even through the most boring of days. Also during the hardest of times, you guys always cheer me up. Thank you. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe starting from this blogpost, I'll start blogging more. Really miss writing everything out and documenting my daily life. Ain't gonna promise much, but I'll post regularly. Its somewhat therapeutic too, blogging. It sucks recovering from a really bad break up. But I'm Haziq. I'll march on. :)&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3134620667698323587?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3134620667698323587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3134620667698323587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3134620667698323587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3134620667698323587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/08/five-months.html' title='Five months'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyi0qnGTO6A/Tj-sgYOoxjI/AAAAAAAACJA/63S1BvN1tn8/s72-c/252684_10150204452078340_615918339_7026614_3912416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1079945388147494550</id><published>2011-03-26T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T03:43:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MrosfZjeLUY/TYzreO7rzBI/AAAAAAAACIk/XdXICDVNRVU/s1600/196888_10150105496782911_720302910_6422359_8185530_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MrosfZjeLUY/TYzreO7rzBI/AAAAAAAACIk/XdXICDVNRVU/s640/196888_10150105496782911_720302910_6422359_8185530_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I've been training with, and going to play with in A Division 2011. Excited, nervous, happy. Hope our days and nights spent training will bring us glory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So todaaaaaay was Friday. But I wouldn't say it was any other Friday, it was just something special about this day. Went to school as per normal, ended at 10.25am. After doing some math, I went over to Kallang and finally got my new stick, my Unihoc Player+ Bow 4.5. After a few weeks of waiting after my exel floorball stick broke, the feeling was ... awesome. And this stick is so beautiful, so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SltLP8nKkxs/TYztZjGpVOI/AAAAAAAACIo/OIjNyQ0NREU/s1600/player%252B_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SltLP8nKkxs/TYztZjGpVOI/AAAAAAAACIo/OIjNyQ0NREU/s640/player%252B_07.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O2WhWxFAyXw/TYzt06pjsbI/AAAAAAAACIs/1usWJ0ZxSZc/s1600/25032011365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O2WhWxFAyXw/TYzt06pjsbI/AAAAAAAACIs/1usWJ0ZxSZc/s640/25032011365.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that bow - now that's sexy. Haha sorry I'm just excited about getting a new stick, especially after the heartbreak when my floorball stick broke a few weeks back. This new stick almost gives me enough motivation to play well and train even better. I'm so excited for next training so that I can use it properly. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, after getting the stick at Valhall, I went back to school then went to the mosque for Friday prayers. Aft that, I actually wanted to follow Naufal and Farhan to Bugis. But my parents were leaving on a 'Cruise to Nowhere' later on, so I decided to go home first to check up on my siblings. Arrived home just in time to see my dad leave for the cruise. So exciting, my parents having second honeymoon! Haha. I hope they have fun and get to destress without the kids around. :) But anyway, after that I went out and met sofia at simei. Then we both took the train to Bedok, and then parted ways because I wanted to go to Huda's house for a get-together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering at Huda's house was nice and fun. We played kinect, mostly. I still can't believe that shikin is so pro at boxing, she beat me and Naufal in it! Hahaha. And mardhiah was awesome at bowling. O.O She had strikes in almost everything except for 2 spares and one frame with 9 pins knocked down. I lost to ayeshah in kinect soccer, because she slapped my face while playing. HAHAHA accidentally of course, but it was so damn funny. So anyway, most of the girls left around 9+. Tang left after that for clubbing, so it was left with me, saufi, naufal and huda. Played fifa11, then naufal had to go. Soooooo yeah, it was left with only us three. Ended off my awesome friday with a nice HTHT for a damn long time, until about 1.30am. I love having these friends around who I can really depend on and confide in, and expect just logical and good replies. So yeah, after that HTHT, me and saufi left, bought stuff at 7-11 and (thankfully there was) took the Nite Owl Service 2N. Reached home around 3, which is really late. Haha. But its been a really good day, and I'm thankful for that. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1079945388147494550?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1079945388147494550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1079945388147494550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1079945388147494550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1079945388147494550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/03/bow.html' title='Bow'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MrosfZjeLUY/TYzreO7rzBI/AAAAAAAACIk/XdXICDVNRVU/s72-c/196888_10150105496782911_720302910_6422359_8185530_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1913044913109611379</id><published>2011-03-18T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:00:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't updated this blog in a really long time. Haha but I haven't forgotten it though! Feels good to be blogging again. Haven't had the time to do much relaxing lately, just been school, floorball, family and girlfriend. Haha the life of a JC kid, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School lately has been nothing much, just ending late almost every day. But the difference between last year and this year is that I'm more focused, more hardworking and I actually listen in lectures/tutorials. Heh. And I do all my tutorials! Sigh, what a big improvement from last year really. I'm proud of myself. :B But I know that I can do even better and manage my time better. Just still getting used to being hardworking, being a JC kid. Haha. Floorball meanwhile, has been satisfying. I'm finally playing the floorball I love, and not too much PT like last year. Sure, my fitness isn't as hiong but at least I'm regaining my touch in floorball. Unfortunately a few weeks back, my stick broke so now I have to get a new stick and get used to it. But all's fine, other than that. I really love playing floorball now. Trainings are on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday so I have plenty of time to study too. Ms Seah is not our coach anymore, unfortunately. Filip took over, but damn he's a good coach. I like him already. Hahaha. I really enjoy training under him, and training with the MJ team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a much happier boy now that I'm in Meridian. My classmates are awesome, the floorball is awesome, and the company I have in school is really damn awesome. To the standard table and the malay table, a shoutout to all of you. Thanks for making my life in MJ so fun and enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;HaziqAz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1913044913109611379?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1913044913109611379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1913044913109611379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1913044913109611379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1913044913109611379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-is-awesome.html' title='Everything is awesome'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1470579990894880802</id><published>2011-02-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:55:48.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(MY)SPACE ORIENTATION 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUqbDGhsqxI/AAAAAAAACII/V4RD9zfkbWA/s1600/179999_10150106190114193_742929192_6403150_8209501_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUqbDGhsqxI/AAAAAAAACII/V4RD9zfkbWA/s640/179999_10150106190114193_742929192_6403150_8209501_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MY)SPACE ORIENTATION 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, I've been busy with school. Okay, when I say school I'm sure it sounds like studying and everything but no, I haven't been studying. Because I have been having so much fun, its almost a crime. Sooooooo, starting it off. The first day of school was exactly one week ago, 27th January 2011. That was our first administration day, where all the lame boring shit about administrative stuff were talked about. I was pretty bored, so me and some of the retainees finally escaped out of the hall and we went to Burger King at Whitesands to have our breakfast. Afterwards, we went back to school where we learnt MJC school cheers! Hahaha that was pretty okay. We were released around 4. The next day, was even just as boring. Had more talks in the morning, then friday prayers. Met sofia after that, then reached back to school around 3. Learned the mass dances, school anthem and cheers! I was feeling supaaaaaa high after that heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend came, and then it was monday back again. It was the day I'd find out my class! But the day was awesome, I found out my class, I had awesome OGLs, and I had a really great time. We learnt cheers, went everywhere around the school playing games, had mass dance and all sorts of fun. I got high, and I got to know my classmates. Suits me fine. Haha. I don't exactly remember all that happened, but at the end of the day, I was wet from head to toe because of the wet games. And the best thing was that I forgot to bring extra underwear, so guess who had wet pants even after bathing! Haha. The day ended around 5pm. Oh, and the good news was that Insyirah got into my class! So at least there's someone I know and I can click with in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was much more tiring. Amshar came back from Australia, so I had another friend in class! ;D &amp;nbsp;It was MMM (Mighty Meridian March) day, so we were supposed to go out to different places to do games and activities. We first went to Orchard, where I had to stick my hand into a container full of sawdust, and worms. O.O I was feeling very high that day, so I didn't mind. We did many more activities around different areas like Somerset and Clarke Quay. Unfortunately, it ended early because of bad weather. Came back to school and after mass dances and cheers, we were released. I met sofia after that and accompanied her to the doctor, and then went back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and final day of orientation! It was also CNY celebrations. Started off the day with lion dance and whatever at the assembly plaza, then it was wet games! Omg there were so many water bombs. I had loads of fun throwing them! And I got really wet because people kept throwing water bombs at me and splashing bucketloads of water at me. Grr. But it was fun because in the end, I was soaking wet and I felt soooo damn high. The finale was fun, with the whole J1 cohort on the field trying to defeat the "Nian". Hahahahaha. Anyway, went to bathe after that. Then it was breakfast with our senior class. They bought us chips and other stuff! Sooooo nice. Hehe had fun but my bag got dirty after Virgil spilled F&amp;amp;N grape all over my bag. Haha. After that we were released. I waited for the rest of the gang before finally going home. Went out again, met sofia. She got blonde highlights hehehehehe ^^ After that we went to the airport and celebrated Adibah's birthday. Went to seashell park and lepak-ed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, ORIENTATION WAS AWESOMEEEEEEEEE. Okay, I guess the company was great. I couldn't ask for a better start to my MJC life. I'm looking forward to the two years in this school, looking forward to playing floorball for MJC, looking forward to studying and sitting for A's in less than two years time. Sounds crazy, but I'll do my best after that one year delay in VJ. Oh, and I lost my voice pretty bad because of orientation. Hahahaa. I croak like a frog now. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1470579990894880802?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1470579990894880802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1470579990894880802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1470579990894880802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1470579990894880802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/02/myspace-orientation-2011.html' title='(MY)SPACE ORIENTATION 2011'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUqbDGhsqxI/AAAAAAAACII/V4RD9zfkbWA/s72-c/179999_10150106190114193_742929192_6403150_8209501_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4723474947846795640</id><published>2011-01-26T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:58:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUArjzcml_I/AAAAAAAACH8/GdCKFDp32qg/s1600/26012011307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUArjzcml_I/AAAAAAAACH8/GdCKFDp32qg/s640/26012011307.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, meet my new school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, indeed, I'm transferring out of VJC to MJC. And I'll be retaining in J1. Buuuuuut, I'm extremely happy and excited! I mean, if you've been following me since last year the temptation to leave VJ was really great. But finally, I got the chance. I shall not flame my old school, but I'm glad I'm out. I mean, people will call me stupid for turning down VJ and joining MJ, but I truly believe this is where my happiness lies and I won't screw up my chances again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo anyway, my past few days have not been too eventful. Basically its just going out or slacking at home. Oh, and I've been attending MJ floorball trainings and its really fun!! I'm having loads of fun in training hahaha. Its been a long time since I've been able to play without any pressure or worries or the thought of hardcore suicides after training. :D But anyway, about going out, yessssss I've been going out less often. But everytime I go out, its mostly with my baby. I wanted to spend all my available time with her since I'm starting school earlier than her. Ahhhh, I'll miss her so much while I'm in school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, yesterday me, baby and my sister went to Simei first to open up my sister's new bank account, then we went to Marina Square to look at bags! I got myself a nice new bag for school. Oh, and a new wallet too. I love leather stuff, seriously. They're so long lasting and so nice to the touch. OH and we went to VJ to hand in my withdrawal letter! Okay so after getting my stuff at Marina Square, my sister went off to Bugis, so me and baby just roamed around before I sent her home at 7. Today, I met her again!! In the morning she came over to my house. Then we went to MJ to get my appeal stuff done and buy uniform. After that went to taper my uniform. Then, I had to go to VJ again to hand in the appeal stuff. Then back to MJ to hand in back the appeal stuff. What a tiring day. After that, I met baby at Tampines after she got her appeal done at TP. Sent her back home after that. That marks the end of my last day of holidays. Sucksssssssssssssssssssss :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4723474947846795640?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4723474947846795640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4723474947846795640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4723474947846795640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4723474947846795640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/01/meridian.html' title='Meridian'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TUArjzcml_I/AAAAAAAACH8/GdCKFDp32qg/s72-c/26012011307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-716101654303557800</id><published>2011-01-11T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:16:50.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't blogged in quite a while! Guess I didn't want to make time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of January, the members chalet kicked off! And I must say, what a chalet it was. Full of laughs, fun, joy and everything. Sure, I had trouble in the planning because basically it was only me and farhan who planned for the whole thing, and we did have trouble in getting the finances for the chalet, but at the end, we found ourselves smiling because this chalet was mildly successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, we did nothing much. Checked in at 3, then we just unpacked and sat around discussing stuff. We made a last minute decision there to have a BBQ the next night. Other than that, the day was free and easy. The view from our chalet was amazing! It was overlooking Changi Beach, we could see Yachts and the sea. It was really windy too, so we didn't need the aircon because at night it was very cold. That night, the rest slept at around 6 but I knocked out pretty early. Second day was quite rushed - I had to go out and buy the BBQ stuff. All of us woke up at around 11am. At around 12, my mum picked me and Saufi up and we went to Simei Eastpoint to get stuff for the BBQ. Thank god the finances were all in order and we didn't overspend. Met sofia too there, then we went back to the chalet. My mum went back to marinate the chicken for the barbecue. So back at the chalet, we unpacked the stuff, discussed some more stuff and ATE! Hahaha the food was nice, especially the curry chicken. At around 5, it was drizzling but I started off the barbecue with the help of Abang Talhah. I should say the barbecue was good. There was enough food for everyone! Except that I guess we needed more fishballs and hotdogs. Haha. Ended it off around 11, cleaned up and then that night, I don't remember what we did but I ended up knocking out at 3 on the queen sized bed all by myself.&amp;nbsp;Day three passed by really fast! I had to go off in the morning to MJ to see the teacher. After that my parents sent me to Tampines where I met up with farhan, then we went to the chalet together. Reached around 4pm. So yeah, that day and night passed really fast. Everyone planned on NOT sleeping that night, but turns out most did. Haha. I just remember Saufi turning really biol around 3am, with him belting out tone-deaf versions of malay songs. He was laughing to himself too. Freaky boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, now that the chalet is over, everyone's back to their own lives. That chalet went according to my wishes. For me it was a worthy sacrifice for myself to plan this, even if it was on my own, so that every one of my brothers could re-establish ties. I guess that worked. It was an escape from reality and now that its over, everyone's back to his own busy lives. Sadly, a gathering like this only happens once a year. Other times of the year, its never complete. I miss my friends sighhhhh. But I guess that was a good chalet, it was really awesome while it lasted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got her results too. It wasn't what we all expected, but I'm still proud of her. I'll support you too, Hazirah, wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. The world seems nicer now, does it not? 2011 certainly has been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-716101654303557800?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/716101654303557800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=716101654303557800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/716101654303557800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/716101654303557800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2011/01/chalet.html' title='Chalet!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8422588233988382324</id><published>2010-12-30T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:01:08.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two o one oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a year so taxing, so tiring, so stressful, so utterly disgusting than 2010. This was the year I really suffered and lost all hope in whatever I was doing. But then, towards the end of the year, I found myself in love. And then everything seems to go along fine. Though 2010 has been a bad year, I would say the end of 2010 would most certainly be one of the highlights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwQ8-nrfMI/AAAAAAAACHA/J_gOjQnxAa0/s1600/haller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwQ8-nrfMI/AAAAAAAACHA/J_gOjQnxAa0/s640/haller.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable was of course, January. After waiting for 2 months, I finally received my O Level results. I was expecting nothing less than 12 points! So was my mum. My dad expected 15. But I beat all odds and produced a miracle; getting 8 points. I was surprised myself that I had got such a score, but at the same time thankful to Allah, my teachers and the extra effort I put in after mid-years. I remember people coming up to me with surprised looks on their faces, with some saying "bloody hell you're a smart matrep". Haha I really hate them calling me a matrep. And yes, I could understand their surprise. After all, I have never gone below the 20 points mark in all my exams in vs. I jumped 13 points from my prelims to O Levels. I was really very surprised! But alhamdulillah, it was something now I could hold on to proudly. I was glad to make my parents and family really proud of me. But then came the realisation that the brothers that have been with me for 4 years wouldn't be in the same school as me for the next two years. We would be splitting up into different institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we really drifted apart for most of the year. I really missed them. We met so&amp;nbsp;seldom, I felt like I had really lost them. There were times when I think I didn't meet them for at least two months. I really needed them, but everyone was busy with his own life. But thankfully, nearing the end of this year, I really got closer to my brothers again. Saufi, Afi, Taufik, Farhan, Luqman, Izzat, Wisnuh, Ziyad. We're hanging out together more often now. :) Of course, the first part of the year was especially hard too with Fawwaz migrating to Yemen. But once he came back for a short stay in singapore, we found ourselves hanging out a lot and that was what really got us back together. Thanks, fawwaz. We needed you to come back, I guess. There's not much I can say, and love is a strong word, but I love my brothers for being there for me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwRYQ9b8wI/AAAAAAAACHE/9ZwxWgTXz78/s1600/s42%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwRYQ9b8wI/AAAAAAAACHE/9ZwxWgTXz78/s640/s42%2521.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course after that, came possibly the hardest decision that could ever be made in my life. MJC or VJC. I could enter MJC through merit, or VJC through sports appeal. After days and days of thinking and consulting my parents, who really wanted me to go to VJC in place of the other, I decided on Victoria. But that's where everything went really wrong for me. At the end of 2010, I really regret making that choice on going to VJC. Some people call me stupid for regretting such a choice of a prestigious institution, but they don't know what goes on behind the scenes. Honestly, I don't think its the school for me. The culture's just different from what I can adapt to. The people are great - my classmates, my other friends - they gave me enough strength to push through the year, but now I just don't want to go back. My studies were freefalling; absolutely terrifying. I did have A WHOLE LOAD of fun with my class, 10S42, but I'm afraid my journey with them has to end here. :( I wish them luck for A Levels in 2011. I wish I could have gone through the 2 years with them, have more fun with them. But alas, that is not what fate has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwRkhfb94I/AAAAAAAACHI/sQukNjASDIo/s1600/4547957978_ca0cfc492a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwRkhfb94I/AAAAAAAACHI/sQukNjASDIo/s640/4547957978_ca0cfc492a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember playing hockey in VJC, I was given the trust to play at right-back throughout the season. I haven't played hockey in two years and suddenly I was in the first-team, that was really tough. But I gave my best and so did the team. I must say that I really respected my seniors in the hockey team that year - Raj, Manoj, Vikash, Sabir, Louiis, and all the others. They really did well and brought the team far, and some of them only started hockey in J1! So in the end we got third after losing to eventual champions SAJC in the semi-finals. It was a tough but fun season, but I lost out a lot of lectures and tutorials for the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwR5ISLm8I/AAAAAAAACHM/MYJ9NxrTOxY/s1600/253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwR5ISLm8I/AAAAAAAACHM/MYJ9NxrTOxY/s640/253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball in VJC was ... wow. Four goals, I scored. We cruised through the group stages. The came the semi-finals with MJC. Truthfully, we wanted to meet them in the finals but guess it wasn't fated. One of us had to go. I remember the match vividly. In that match, I was put as a forward, out of my preferred position as a defender. In that match, when we were down 2-3, I remembered scoring the equalising goal. A dragshot around the defender. I was stunned myself, I just stood rooted to the spot. But the feeling of immense happiness was just .. awesome. But our happiness was short-lived when MJC scored the winning goal and we couldn't score one back. But we lost to truly worthy opponents, and they went on to win YJC in the finals. The semi-finals with the most heartbreaking. I remember looking at afi, and both of us were shedding tears. How hard we tried to win that game. I felt a total hearbreak after realising that we had lost despite me scoring the equalising goal. But it was fated, so we just accepted it.And then came the 3rd/4th placing and we lost to RIJC. Honestly, I don't see it as any of the players' faults but my coach's. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwVvCbYO8I/AAAAAAAACHQ/ChpLnMrHi5U/s1600/01052010053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwVvCbYO8I/AAAAAAAACHQ/ChpLnMrHi5U/s640/01052010053.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club floorball. The first part of the year was awesome, I played for MS Victoria School in Division 3. I always looked forward to the matches because they were fun, especially with the people I played with. We played really well. I think we lost on one or two matches in the league and drew one time. Eventually after some admin details were settled, we would eventually be promoted to Division 2. Really good for a team of students all below the age of 18, if you ask me. We did really well. Then later on in the year came the part where I was selected by my school to go for combined schools trials. But at that time, I was in a confused state on whether to join combined schools or the Division 1 VS team. Eventually, I chose the VS team. Played in Div 1! Although I scored only 1 goal, I gained a whole lot of experience. The players in Division 1 are much better than any opponent I've ever played with before. And throughout the league, I was playing in centre or attack which was out of my preferred position, but I learned a whole lot. We ended up finishing in 6th place in the league, and that's not bad for a team which is only into its third year in Division 1. And I got to know a lot of guys there too, and I always had fun with them in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwXfyFSqMI/AAAAAAAACHU/vzSPxnfHuKU/s1600/DSC03830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwXfyFSqMI/AAAAAAAACHU/vzSPxnfHuKU/s640/DSC03830.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a loss in my family. My maid who has been working with us for 9 years got diagnosed with cervical cancer and only four months after that, she lost her fight against the cancer, at home in indonesia. I will always remember her as a great cook, a good caregiver, she worked tirelessly for us! A great person to talk to and joke around with. Really, her services were irreplaceable. I remember in june when she was first diagnosed with cervical cancer and tests showed that her cancer was at stage 2B, we felt a little relieved because we knew it could be treated and cured. But unfortunately for us all, we didn't have the finances to help her. We had already forked out more than $5k with all the tests and hospitalisations and were running dry. Neither did her family have the money. :l If only we could help, if only. On October 28th, just four months and one day after we discovered that she had cancer, she passed away. My whole family was grief-stricken and extremely sad. All of us felt lost. It felt not long ago that she was in the kitchen, cooking for us, or cleaning the house, or watching tv and laughing along with us all. It was a great loss to our family, and she will be remembered forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwZ8doWWGI/AAAAAAAACHY/AHyZDEXuIJc/s1600/23092010052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwZ8doWWGI/AAAAAAAACHY/AHyZDEXuIJc/s640/23092010052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier things, this was the year I found tubby! I remember her first being a noisy and very small kitten crawling at my uncle's void deck. I picked her up, and despite objections by my mum, I was dead set of raising her as my pet. It was tough during those first few weeks. She would do nothing but drink milk, pee and sleep. I experienced the joy of looking at my little kitten growing. She used to be so small, but now that its been more than three months, she's really big and really naughty. Haha. I remember the joy I had when she started eating her first serving of solid food. Meaning I could slowly stop giving her milk and give her wet kitten food. I remember her mews when she still wanted milk. And then slowly she learned how to lick water from a bowl and after that, it was much easier taking care of her. I remember training her to pee and poo in the litter box. She took only a day! Sure, she peed outside the box once. But one day after feeding her milk, she crawled to the litter box and peed there. I was so happy that she found her own way! Haha. Feels like having my own little kid to take care of. But guess she's been the reason I've been happier nowadays. Its especially nice when she sleeps right beside me at night and curls up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that 2010 is ending on a high note.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8422588233988382324?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8422588233988382324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8422588233988382324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8422588233988382324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8422588233988382324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-o-one-oh.html' title='Two o one oh.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TRwQ8-nrfMI/AAAAAAAACHA/J_gOjQnxAa0/s72-c/haller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4232886536906450739</id><published>2010-12-26T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:59:31.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I fell, I fell so hard I couldn't get back up ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't blogged in quite a while, and during that time, a lot of things have happened in my life. First off was my trip to malaysia; KL and Cameron Highlands. It was a good retreat, but not that good. My little siblings are irritants, I swear. But they're my siblings, have to live with them. Haha. KL was great, good shopping. But I didn't get much done because of those two little siblings. Though I really loved the night scene and night life. I'm thinking of asking farhan and a few other people for a trip to KL and let loose! :D Spent three days at KL and then we drove up to Cameron Highlands. I love it there, its so cold even in the morning and its so relaxing. Did a little more shopping, though that place was more for relaxing and putting our minds at ease. But I remember going to starbucks there until midnight every day just to talk to my baby because I was really missing her. Overall, the trip was nothing spectacular, but it was worth the few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my family chalet/bungalow retreat. My dad managed to get his company bungalow for five days from 20th to 24th. So we stayed the whole time, but it was pretty boring. There was nothing much to do. Lucky for me, I had farhan who stayed over for three nights, so it was much less boring. Though we spent most of our time crapping around. Mostly what I did there was relax, sleep, watch movies, play games, eat,&amp;nbsp;barbecue, and talk crap. Wished more friends would come over though, but its fine with the company that came down. Plus Ziyad and Wisnuh slept for one night, and Fik did too but on a separate night. Good thing was that there was good food, and that matters especially to monsters like me and farhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been&amp;nbsp;short-listed&amp;nbsp;for the combined schools team! Along with my friends clement, marcus, afi, eugene, bing yu and hamzah. The number of people have finally been cut from 70 down to 30+. I really hope I can make it through everything and play for APAC (Asia Pacific Floorball Championship) at Perth in January next year. It'll be a super good experience! Plus I've never ever been to Australia. Seriously. But I think the rest of the people there are really the&amp;nbsp;crème&amp;nbsp;of the crop, so it'll be hard to get through. But I hope with all our experience, we'll get through. It'd be nice to see my friends with me in Perth. Praying hard, playing hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been a really bad year, but I think things are finally looking up again. Everything's going swell. I like this peace in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4232886536906450739?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4232886536906450739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4232886536906450739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4232886536906450739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4232886536906450739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-i-fell-i-fell-so-hard-i-couldnt.html' title='Once I fell, I fell so hard I couldn&apos;t get back up ♥'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-646851321199754169</id><published>2010-12-11T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:39:56.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, floorball, and an attempted break in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TQJgsjd-zgI/AAAAAAAACGo/7UHfeqIRPaw/s1600/155462_1603715966164_1034051694_31546536_7632870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TQJgsjd-zgI/AAAAAAAACGo/7UHfeqIRPaw/s640/155462_1603715966164_1034051694_31546536_7632870_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a while since I've blogged, but besides there's not much to happening in my life anyway. Okay, except for some stuff I'll still blog. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so back was Kak Syidah's and Abang Maman's birthday. Soooo on thursday some of us met up to get the cake and where else to we go to get delicious cakes? Royals! I swear to god their chocolate cakes are just orgasmic. Though I THINK they used to be nicer a few years back. So anyway, we ordered the cake, then went for dinner. Caught up and yeaaah, it was nice to see these people after so long. But we didn't stay so long since we'd be meeting on the saturday to celebrate the birthdays. Saturday came, and kak syidah didn't turn up because she apparently had a migraine. So the cake was all for Abang Maman and it was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. :D After eating two slices of cake, we ordered food from Botak's Favourites at Simpang. The cajun chicken was pretty nice. But my cousins laughed at me for getting burger buns. What's wrong I love buns. HAHAHAA. :B Afterwards some had to leave, so that left a few of us and we went to Tampines Starbucks and lepaked. And it was really something new because kak qila and abang maman have never gone out with us on cousin outings before. Guess its better now that we're older hahah. Went back home around 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball! Yeah that part again. Haha I think I've fallen in love with floorball all over again. I lost interest ever since vj suspended me from training and I haven't been training for like what, 6 months? NO. 8 months now that its december. I didn't realise but that is sooooo long. I miss floorball. BUT ANYWAY I decided to go for combined schools trials and I should say that its really fun! I got through the first two rounds of selection and I'm hoping to go all the way. If I get chosen, I get to go to APAC in Australia next year! :) Thats a really good thing. Buuuuut I hope my 8 months hiatus from floorball won't hinder me much because I really lost my touch and those at the trials are really the best among JCs and secondary schools. :/ Pray for me! I really hope I can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaand then this part is about another big drama in my life! Last night somebody tried to break into my house through the sliding windows. And me and my sister were awake during that time. We discovered because the would-be thief dropped a bamboo pole outside our house hahaha. When I went to check it out, the guy bolted. I gave chase but he had a pretty good head start before I could go chase. I don't want to tell the full story, but at the end of it I knew where he went and where his escape route was but my dad didn't want to call the police. -.- So after friday prayers I had to go make the police report myself since I saw the person and I knew where he went and I knew there were bound to be cameras that caught him. So I really hope the police solve this one. Apparently there has been a series of break ins around my area. The police sent a letter to my house but my mum didn't show us. My parents ah, seriously. -.- Danger to society mayn. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, tomorrow is cikgu shyamira's wedding and I'm excited! :D Hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-646851321199754169?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/646851321199754169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=646851321199754169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/646851321199754169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/646851321199754169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-floorball-and-attempted-break-in.html' title='Family, floorball, and an attempted break in.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TQJgsjd-zgI/AAAAAAAACGo/7UHfeqIRPaw/s72-c/155462_1603715966164_1034051694_31546536_7632870_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6309494789304677064</id><published>2010-12-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:29:26.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Yemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPaAA4dn8WI/AAAAAAAACGc/0J8tsdehBqk/s1600/01122010249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPaAA4dn8WI/AAAAAAAACGc/0J8tsdehBqk/s640/01122010249.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene in Saufi's kitchen at 2 in the morning. We were all hungry but too lazy to move our asses out to the coffee shop downstairs. So armed with 9 packets of maggi, rose syrup and evaporated milk, we made ourselves a nice supper of Maggi Curry with Bandung. NICE. The background is that I asked everyone to gather for a sleepover and fawwaz would come so that we could spend the last hours of his time in singapore with him. We kind of succeeded, but fawwaz couldn't sleep over so yeah. But apart from that, the rest of us had fun. With all the maggi and bandung, we watched a horror movie. The Exorcist. It was a super old movie BUT DAMN FREAKY I SWEAR. And not to mention it was crude and disgusting. But it wasn't that scary, just a few shocking parts. After that movie, we were all very tired so we just fell asleep. Had only two hours of sleep before I had to go home, bathe, and then follow my grandfather to CGH for his appointment. My mum, uncle and aunt came along too. I was so sleepy because of the lack of sleep that I actually just slept while waiting for my grandfather's turn to come. Haha. After that we had breakfast at Qi Ji. Sent atuk home and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept from about 1pm to 8pm. I was really very tired. I only had 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days! The previous night I stayed up til 6am to watch El Clasico and woke up again at 10.30am to accompany Sofia for her interview at Toa Payoh, and then we went out to eat and just walk around all the way til about 7pm? Haha. I was really tired because of the lack of sleep but I just carried on. :/ Besides I went to a lot of places unexplored by me in Marina. I realised that I really don't know that place well! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Fawwaz left for Yemen today! :( He was here for such a short while and then he'll be back what, next year? I think we won't see him for more than 6 months again. And that's really sad because once again, one brother is missing. But always in our hearts. Hahah. Left home around 8.45, waited 30 minutes for saufi at Tanah Merah, and then met the others at the airport. The stewardesses from British Airways were SO DAMN HOT. Especially the blondes. Woaaaaaaah. Okay, enough. We planned to have dinner with Fawwaz before he left, but right after we ordered our food, Fawwaz had to leave. So we watched him go, and then continued with our meal. Heh. Wah but seriously, I wish he could stay longer. :/ Sigh. Caught the second last bus home with Saufi and Afi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I want to sleep. But I want to play Sims 3 now. :B&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6309494789304677064?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6309494789304677064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6309494789304677064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6309494789304677064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6309494789304677064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-yemen.html' title='Back to Yemen'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPaAA4dn8WI/AAAAAAAACGc/0J8tsdehBqk/s72-c/01122010249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-799415924405695323</id><published>2010-11-30T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:00:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching El Clasico, Barcelona - Real Madrid, and it just entered the second half and Barca are 2-0 up. Beautiful play by Barca, and absolute domination by them. I like watching them play! If only I could play floorball as well as Xavi, Iniesta, Messi, or any other of them Barca players can play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is sooooo much I want to do in my life right now! Like I want to just sit by Bedok Reservoir or the beach with my friends, talk about the old times and&amp;nbsp;reminiscence of the good and bad times we all had. I want to go explore places in singapore that I have yet to explore, with sofia. I want to go to Austria with my dad and experience snow! I want to go somewhere nice, quiet and dark and stargaze. I want to go to the airport to see planes land and take off. I want to have a nice shisha session with my friends and get lost in the smoke. I want to cycle to places with my friends, have a night cycling session again and successfully cycle to Marina Barrage this time round. I want to sleep over at taufik's house with farhan and just spend the night talking about random nonsensical stuff. I want to go bowling with my friends! I want to go kite-flying with my family. I want to go and have fun, do whatever with my cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life like I usually do. My life as of now is such a mess, I can't even make out what to do every single day. I want to study, but I also want to sort out my future as soon as possible. And I've been having a cough for more than a month and it's not getting any better. It sucks and its so irritating. I haven't been able to play floorball because of it. I haven't been able to do physical activities normally. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its retribution. Retribution because I haven't been remembering Allah as often nowadays. Look at me now and look at me a year ago, I'm certain the change is very obvious. What the hell. I skip prayers and to reassure myself, I say qada' is enough to pay it back. I put sleep beyond prayers. What I do, I don't remember Allah first ahead of all others. I really wonder why I'm doing all these. I'm certain that my priorities have changed, but this is one priority I should keep at the top. It seems as though somewhere down the path I walked, I took a wrong turn somewhere. But I did it almost willingly. Maybe my hand was held and I was led by the devil, maybe. But I'm glad that late night session with my friends on friday night was one that made me realise this. That's why I say I really need to start afresh and start anew. I really hope I'll pull through this one and get where I want to, InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life ain't going good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-799415924405695323?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/799415924405695323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=799415924405695323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/799415924405695323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/799415924405695323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want.html' title='I want.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2668664412224561046</id><published>2010-11-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:48:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria, Yemen, Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIuwu4IH-I/AAAAAAAACGQ/eoPpucNqWwM/s1600/27112010245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIuwu4IH-I/AAAAAAAACGQ/eoPpucNqWwM/s640/27112010245.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I take photos, my eyes will get smaller. Maybe its my smile! Or not. Hahaha but its like chinese eyessssss like this -..- But anyway those are my new specs! Levi's specs they're really nice if you see the sides. Well worth the money too since I'll be wearing for the next 2-3 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway if you've noticed, I've changed my blogskin! YAY after damn long. C: I kinda like this simplistic design. And I've removed the tagboard because the tags are close to zero, and anyway there's formspring to ask anything so yeah. :) I think it's a good change too. The green colour in my previous blogskin was getting a little too annoying heh. Enough about the blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my dad off at the airport yesterday night! His company sent him to Austria to do some fire engine testing and its snowing there! He's so lucky. He never gets this kind of opportunity, so this is his first time ever. And he's going for 9 days! Really lucky. He was supposed to bring me, but the tickets are really expensive, so I couldn't go. It would have been an awesome experience if I went! I've never touched real snow, I've never been to a country with sub-zero temperatures, I've never been to Europe! And its like fire engine testing I love that! I'm very interested in engineering and I thought going there would increase my experience. Saaaaaaadly I couldn't go so I'm stuck in singapore. Haha but its good because I get to spend more time with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all read from my previous post, fawwaz is back! From Yemen. He was supposed to go back to Yemen yesterday, but apparently his flight got postponed to next Thursday so everybody's happy that we can spend time with him. Dinner at Simpang on friday night with almost the whole group of them, then about 8 of us went over to the poolside at Taufik's place and lepak-ed til around 12 plus. We really caught up and wow, it was&amp;nbsp;reminiscent&amp;nbsp;of the old days say 1 or 2 years ago when we did this every once in a while. Right now, we haven't done anything of that sort because everyone is busy or just don't want to spend time with us. But I guess now that fawwaz is back, it plugged the hole in our friendships and truthfully, right now I can see who's sincere in continuing in being friends or who is not. The past few nights I've been hanging out with the same people and I'm glad they're by my side on this. :) Okay anyway, after that we went up to Fik's room and just played his PS3 while waiting for his dad to come and send us home. BUT it soon reached 2.40am and his dad still wasn't home, so those who were left like me, Saufi and Afi decided to cab back home. I reached home around 3, the latest I've been home so far. D: But well worth the time. Love the feeling when I'm with my friends and I never want to go home. Haha can't wait for our chalet and to just spend time with them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just got a little better.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2668664412224561046?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2668664412224561046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2668664412224561046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2668664412224561046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2668664412224561046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/11/austria-yemen-singapore.html' title='Austria, Yemen, Singapore.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIuwu4IH-I/AAAAAAAACGQ/eoPpucNqWwM/s72-c/27112010245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6931217120647490048</id><published>2010-11-25T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:11:00.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TO1gFqHJ9MI/AAAAAAAACFk/1-s5A1fVqkg/s1600/01112010218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TO1gFqHJ9MI/AAAAAAAACFk/1-s5A1fVqkg/s640/01112010218.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crazy for the past few days. For the past three days I have not failed to go home after 12am each and every single time. Its crazy that I usually have school the next morning, but I'm doing this for fawwaz since I haven't seen him for 8 months and he'll only be back for a short while. My first day was with Saufi, Farhan, Nivash and Fawwaz. Saufi asked to lepak at his place so we stayed til pretty late. Ended off with supper and I reached home at around 12.45. Thank god for the bike I restored so I had transport back home, and its pretty nice cycling in the middle of the night. The second day was with the same people minus Nivash. Just met them at tampines, ate at food culture, then I went off to Tanah Merah and sent sofia home. Then today, I went to make new spectacles with my parents after maghrib. Then in the car otw home my parents got angry at me over my mum's facebook app on iPhone. -.- So I went out and sat on my own. Then went back home, took my bike and went over to Ziyad's. Endy, Wisnuh, Afi and Fawwaz were there so we just talked, watched tv, and did random stuff. Went out for supper at 1am and then I left at around 2.40? Rode home and reached ten minutes before 3. I have school at 8 tomorrow. o.o Whyyyyyyyyyyy do I still have to go to school. Sigh, I don't want I swear. But we'll see how it goes. I have econs remedial! :O But I'm not going I swear. Buuut then again, tmr is the last day of lectures so we'll see how it goes. Chances are I'm going to fall asleep and not wake up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more stories some other time. I need to get my sleep now. Goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6931217120647490048?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6931217120647490048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6931217120647490048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6931217120647490048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6931217120647490048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/11/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TO1gFqHJ9MI/AAAAAAAACFk/1-s5A1fVqkg/s72-c/01112010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6451155635918191034</id><published>2010-11-12T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:35:53.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNwtX6o5NaI/AAAAAAAACFY/3YPEPick1WY/s1600/73474_460709233251_813008251_5373989_2317916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNwtX6o5NaI/AAAAAAAACFY/3YPEPick1WY/s640/73474_460709233251_813008251_5373989_2317916_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is finally over. Gosh, who knew. :/ Time flies. Thanks VJ091 for being an awesome group. Despite frustrations here and there, we pulled through. Its now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew, today would be the day! Like finally, all our effort into PW ends of on this day. Oral Presentation, or OP for short. The process through PW has been like from our individual Preliminary Ideas (PI), then we knew our group. Then we set out on doing Group Project Proposal (GPP), thinking about ideas for what we were going to do and deciding on Recycling as our model and Reintegration of ex-offenders as our target. I won't say it's been smooth sailing, there have been conflicts and stuff. I wasn't too committed at first, but after I realised that it needed group effort, I decided to change and put much more effort into it. It was kind of boring staying up late, or staying back after school on days to do our PW. It was a draaaaaag. But to think about it, it has increased my knowledge of recycling and the reintegration of ex-offenders. And a plus point is also that it really teaches how to work together as a group. PW has been stressful, to say the least. Drafts after drafts after drafts of our Written Report (WR) were sent in and rejected, we fine-tuned it and finally came up with the final piece. Having that done made us feel as if we had a whole load lifted off our chest. But the next worry was OP, and yes, this was the tremendously difficult part. Days of practice, days of coming back to school just for dry runs taking at most 45 minutes and then staying back to perfect our powerpoint. It wasn't really smooth sailing for me either, I fell sick and had a really bad cough and it lasted until today, the OP day. But I must say, our hard work and confidence paid off as I think we pulled off a great presentation. The sense of relief after the end of PW cannot be described. Who knew we would come to this day! YAY! Now, there's nothing left to do except to wait and hope for an A. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P, PW. We hated you, and we're glad you're gone from our lives. Til you haunt the next batch of J1s.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6451155635918191034?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6451155635918191034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6451155635918191034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6451155635918191034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6451155635918191034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-is-here.html' title='The end is here.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNwtX6o5NaI/AAAAAAAACFY/3YPEPick1WY/s72-c/73474_460709233251_813008251_5373989_2317916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-151796117379837009</id><published>2010-11-06T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:42:10.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floorball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNV2UANdY5I/AAAAAAAACFU/xhiGJrnOqJ8/s1600/30102010211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNV2UANdY5I/AAAAAAAACFU/xhiGJrnOqJ8/s640/30102010211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy boy! I got to play floorball today. And yesterday. Its been AGES. I've been severely deprived of my one and true love, and that is never good. Lets start with yesterday. Deepavali! Public holiday. Woke up late and then me, dad, my uncle and cousin went for friday prayers at Masjid Khadijah. Its been ages since I've been there. After that, we sat down and had teh tarik at a coffee shop. It was a nice drink because it was going to rain later that day, so it was quite chilly. After that went home, and at around 6 I went out for VS training. Reached late, partly because I was stuck in the rain. I met and said hi to Sofia in eastpoint! Hahaha she said I'm tall. I beg to differ. ^^ Then I met Shermin at the mrt. Why everyday I see her, I also don't know. Haha. She said she was going to eat at 17 Chefs and I got a little confused, until she corrected herself to 18 Chefs. Sooo training was nothing much. Tiring, still. And the games were as usual, a little crazy. Especially since we were playing against Innebandy players. They are fast and strong. I am neither hahaha. And to think about it, I was damn rusty lah. I haven't played in sooo long my touches are nowhere like they were last time. I nearly scored a nice half-volley but it went over the bar. Soooo training ended at 10, and after bathing and slacking for a while 4 of us went to Mr Teh Tarik at Bedok for supper. Ate and talked, its been a long time since I've been with these guys. But anyway, reached home at 1230. Slept at 4 after watching HIMYM. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today at 10 and after bathing and eating a light breakfast, made my way to Catholic High for my friendly match. It was not my VS team, not my VJ team. But a superduper ultimate team. Got called by JB, and Afi, Eugene, Bingyu, Jared, JHeng and a few other VJ alumni were there. There were also a few people I recognised from other clubs like Keith the airhook master from Innebandy, Xing Long from Nhac Tre, Helio (though I don't remember his club, I only know he was in coral sec). So yeah, we were team 'Indian Rojak'. We played against Kent Ridge Hall Boys, and if I'm not wrong they are from NUS. The match was okay, me and Eugene kept a clean sheet but we seriously need to work on our passing, covering and spreading of play. We're not sure of the final score, but it was estimated to be 20-2. I scored two very lucky goals. The first from my own goalpost. Intended to pass to Augustine but he continued his run and my hard pass bounced into the goalpost. Such a surprise, though I've scored those kind of goals before hahaha. The second came like 2 minutes after that, in the same shift. Eugene gave a lifted pass, I went on a run from my defence straight to the attack and when the ball slipped past the goalkeeper, I just tapped it in. 'Curi ayam' ftw! After the match I had to endure a long MRT ride to Choa Chu Kang and then took the Bukit Panjang LRT to Senja to my Aunt's place. Ate and slept was what I did. :B Too tired. Now, back at home, I'm going to go through my OP script and do I&amp;amp;R and watch HIMYM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-151796117379837009?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/151796117379837009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=151796117379837009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/151796117379837009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/151796117379837009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/11/floorball.html' title='Floorball!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TNV2UANdY5I/AAAAAAAACFU/xhiGJrnOqJ8/s72-c/30102010211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2368646538921567047</id><published>2010-10-31T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:36:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TM16DblohII/AAAAAAAACFI/kG9Oe-8YMLs/s1600/30102010214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TM16DblohII/AAAAAAAACFI/kG9Oe-8YMLs/s640/30102010214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working out. I swear, as much as I try to eat, I don't mass gain much. And because of that, it is very hard to get muscles. I'm skinny, yes my muscles will be defined. But I want to grow bigger, not more defined. AndI I need to buy a pair of dumbbells soon. I only have one 7kg dumbbell and another 3kg one. I cannot do chest flyes and everything that requires a pair of dumbbells. I.need.to.get.my.chest.bigger. Bigger boobies = naise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to brighter things in life! Today was a drag. Woke up for madrasah, went for it, had thosai for my breakfast, then back home and out of home again in 30 minutes to go to David Ho's house for our OP video. The video-making was epic. Some parts, we kept laughing and laughing though there was nothing to laugh about. I can't really stand my laughter at times. What can I say, Imma joyful boy. :D But we managed to complete it. WOO! I think it was pretty good. If I get the final edited version, I'll post it up once I'm done with my OP. I think we finished at around 5? I then made my way back homeeeee. Reached home, worked out and bathed and then now I'm practising my script for OP. Life sucks. HAHA. I think tmr after OP prep, I'm going to Bedok gym to get hold of the bench press and pec fly. I don't know, but I kind of like the feeling of aching muscles after a good workout. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy. Memorise, and then sleep. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2368646538921567047?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2368646538921567047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2368646538921567047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2368646538921567047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2368646538921567047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-we-fly.html' title='Sometimes we fly'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TM16DblohII/AAAAAAAACFI/kG9Oe-8YMLs/s72-c/30102010214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8648555529110235259</id><published>2010-10-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:48:51.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMl7bKH-YtI/AAAAAAAACFE/rElOUd6D3GM/s1600/7916_135901724957_522134957_2528494_6767438_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMl7bKH-YtI/AAAAAAAACFE/rElOUd6D3GM/s640/7916_135901724957_522134957_2528494_6767438_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How unexpected life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, truly the one who decides all. It was more like yesterday she was well, working tirelessly for us, preparing meals, cleaning the house, taking care of my siblings. It was more like yesterday she picked me up from primary school, riding the bicycle and getting lost in an unknown part of&amp;nbsp;Tampines. It was more like yesterday I joked around with her, laughing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more like family after those 9 years working for us. She did her work without much complains, she took care of my brother as well as she could. 9 years. 9 years she cooked delicious food. 9 years she cleaned every corner or my house. 9 years she would do things and buy things for us. And maybe, 9 years we took her for granted. We never thought she would go so soon. Even when she got diagnosed with Stage 2 cancer, we thought she had hope. We just didn't have the money to pay for her treatment. If I did ... I would. We hoped that miracles occur. But sometimes, they just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as I happily live life here, comfortable, having a good night's sleep, healthy, I forgot that she's back there, suffering in pain, wondering if she would live. These moments bring us all back down to earth. We don't live forever, and while we live, we must do good. We all pray for a better tomorrow, but the question is, do we really PRAY? Or is it just empty hopes with no effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as my family grieves with her loss, anything reminds us of her. The kitchen where she used to cook, the corridor where she hanged the clothes, the washing machine, the toilet where she washed clothes by hand. Whatever she did, all that she did, was invaluable to us. The meals she cooked, I ate them every day. On nights when I got home late, she'll be there to open the door for me. When my room was in a state of total mess, she would take the time to clean it up for me. When my clothes needed patching up, she'll sew it up for me. When I was sick or down with illness, she'd be there fulfilling my requests of food or drinks. There is so much she did for us, honestly I don't remember, but I only know I truly appreciate her. All she did, honestly if I had the power, I would have given her the most pahala anyone could ever get. But I am not god. All I can do is to pray for her. And I hope you pray for her too. She will be sincerely missed as a family member, not a maid. What she's done, nobody else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah sama-sama kami semua membaca Al-Fatihah untuk Sunarti Binte Taman. Semoga Allah mencucuri rohnya dengan rahmatNya. Semoga segala dosa-dosa yang dilakukannya dimaafkan, dan segala perbuatan baiknya dibalasi dengan pahala. Ya allah, berikanlah dia ketenangan dalam kubur dan di akirat, semoga dia termasuk dalam golongan Rasullulah yang dapat merasai kenikmatan syurga, InsyaAllah. Ya allah, semoga dia pulang kepadamu dalam keadaan yang suci dan bersih dari dosa. Ya allah, ampunkanlah segala dosa-dosanya, berikanlah dia satu tempat yang suci di akhirat nanti, InsyaAllah. Ya allah, ampunkanlah dosa-dosa yang telah dia lakukan terhadapku, dan juga dosa-dosaku terhadapnya. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8648555529110235259?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8648555529110235259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8648555529110235259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8648555529110235259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8648555529110235259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/al-fatihah.html' title='Al-Fatihah'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMl7bKH-YtI/AAAAAAAACFE/rElOUd6D3GM/s72-c/7916_135901724957_522134957_2528494_6767438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4705948481047643395</id><published>2010-10-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:04:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-color: rgb(169, 198, 2); 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border-left-color: rgb(0, 5, 178); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 10px; border-right-color: rgb(0, 5, 178); border-top-color: rgb(0, 5, 178); color: black; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Diploma in Banking &amp;amp; Financial Services&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-color: rgb(141, 0, 205); border-left-color: rgb(141, 0, 205); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 10px; border-right-color: rgb(141, 0, 205); border-top-color: rgb(141, 0, 205); color: black; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Diploma in Clean Energy&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4705948481047643395?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4705948481047643395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4705948481047643395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4705948481047643395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4705948481047643395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/diploma-in-mechanical-engineering.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2106928408355560934</id><published>2010-10-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:49:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMWG0e90vQI/AAAAAAAACFA/Pd69SvYORHY/s1600/26072010021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMWG0e90vQI/AAAAAAAACFA/Pd69SvYORHY/s640/26072010021.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, yes, hell yeah. This beat is dope. I love listening to this kind of music, seriously makes me highhhhhhhhhhh. Like how can you people not like trance, techno and house. Deprivation of good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaay, today was a short day. Only had PW OP prep at 8.40 in school. All the groups presented, and Mrs Liew commented on us. Our OP slides are more or less still very bare, we have not decorated and stuff. And we all need to do our scripts! I'm doing now but honestly I don't know how I'm going to last 5 minutes, really. Thats a long time .. not. Okay, somewhat it is. But you'll be in front of a whole class of people that you don't know! Its really going to test my public speaking skills and whether I have enough balls hahahahaha. Tomorrow is another 3-hour day of school and it starts at 1025! Damn, thats late. But good, I can wake up late. :) I want to go shopping after thaaaaat. I guess I'll check out clothes at Topman and Uniqlo. I need to get berms I sweaaaaaar. I think one of these days I might go down to bugis and get some, they have really cheap berms there. I ain't looking for anything expensive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I watched Paranormal Activity 2! It was still shocking, still scary. But honestly I had a good night's rest after that because it wasn't as awesome as the original movie. We watched the 1135pm movie at Tampines Mall and by the time the movie ended, it was already 1 plus. We moved over to Macs and then lepak-ed till like 2 plus, nearing 3, and then split up and went home. It was a nice night though, we managed to discuss about the chalet and stuff. Hope it'll be a success! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to doing my script for OP. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2106928408355560934?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2106928408355560934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2106928408355560934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2106928408355560934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2106928408355560934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/oral-sucks.html' title='Oral sucks.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TMWG0e90vQI/AAAAAAAACFA/Pd69SvYORHY/s72-c/26072010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6687890662079275346</id><published>2010-10-19T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:59:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in school - again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sooooo I haven’t had lessons since 10am and I’m still in school. At first we were contemplating on whether to go for lectures, but we gave them a miss and skipped everything altogether. Then we played games! On my laptop. Fangning was unusually high today and she kept on laughing and laughing. Well, I guess thats good. Destress! Everyone is stressed due to the submission of WR. My group has handed it in, but now we have to hand in the soft copy. So I had to wait for somebody to buy a disc and pass it to me before I could burn the file onto the disc. But then another problem is that the cover page is not attached to the original page of the WR. Arrrrrrrrgh. So I have to wait for tanya to send it to me and she’s taking ages. I’m sooooo bored I’ve been stuck in school for damn long I wanna go home and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep and watch tv! I haven’t done so in a long time I swear. So caught up with WR. Good thing is, tmr onwards there’s no school! &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile" alt="Open-mouthed smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TL0zSE1Rn0I/AAAAAAAACEw/-keIWf3BBtw/wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800"&gt; Because of OP preparation, but my group’s not meeting up so I’ll be at home the whole day. I think. Okay, I want to get this over and done with. Update later when I get home! &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TL0zqhNwe5I/AAAAAAAACE0/p5LVUhV9TJM/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vicky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6687890662079275346?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6687890662079275346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6687890662079275346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6687890662079275346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6687890662079275346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuck-in-school-again.html' title='Stuck in school - again'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TL0zSE1Rn0I/AAAAAAAACEw/-keIWf3BBtw/s72-c/wlEmoticon-openmouthedsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1003868959133794574</id><published>2010-10-19T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:29:40.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLx1rXgTc5I/AAAAAAAACEo/65oG2l-gmnQ/s1600/desktop.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLx1rXgTc5I/AAAAAAAACEo/65oG2l-gmnQ/s640/desktop.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my desktop. Damn clean and simple, I kinda really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one part of me that wants to go to a poly. I mean seriously, my results suck ass. But on the other hand, I really love my class. S42 rocks ah seriously. Decisions decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1003868959133794574?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1003868959133794574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1003868959133794574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1003868959133794574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1003868959133794574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/torn-apart-i-mean-theres-this-one-part.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLx1rXgTc5I/AAAAAAAACEo/65oG2l-gmnQ/s72-c/desktop.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6572030486377061284</id><published>2010-10-18T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:08:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project work sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m outside the school library doing PW. Well, watching my groupmates do actually. I wanted to edit but its okay. We’re going to print our Written Report today! Wheeeeee. Finally, once we get it off our chests we only have OP to think about. Grrrr. Anyway, I got back my GP results! I topped the class for essay but my comprehension was rather disappointing. Overall for promos, I got 60/100, which is a C, if I’m not wrong. The day went by pretty slowly. I came to school late, strolled in and as usual told the security guard that I was a j2. Heheh. Came in just in time for GP and then got back those results. We did nothing else after that except for PW. After that was econs, we just went through the paper. Break after eating was spent doing PW, and during math lecture we did PW too. The sad life of a post-promo JC student. So yeah, that was basically just my day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now that I’ve got back all my results, I’m just awaiting my fate. I really doubt I’ll get promoted, and I really think that I’m going to leave. Honestly I still see that as the best option, seeing that my basics are really very weak. There’s no use struggling to cope with J1 stuff when I’m learning new things next year, right? My final grades are SUSUC. Nice word it makes, eh? Hahaha. But the grades are less than nice. I screwed up big time, and personally I don’t know why. I really studied, I had tuition, I even attended all lessons and lectures. I guess its just not meant to be. I hope my parents won’t disapprove of me going to poly, though. My dad’s okay with it, but my mum still wants me to stay in vj. I think its something about pride, like my image will be tarnished if I go to poly. :/ But personally, I really think its for the best. Who cares what other people say! Hahah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay my laptop batt is dying, and the stupid power points don’t work here. Grrrrr. Soon I’m off to print the WR and then home! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vicky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6572030486377061284?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6572030486377061284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6572030486377061284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6572030486377061284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6572030486377061284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/project-work-sucks.html' title='Project work sucks'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7441928896642707629</id><published>2010-10-18T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:58:09.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my bestfriends - Sleep &amp; Lepak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLs1EG_SjhI/AAAAAAAACEk/NCPoXV_1fa8/s1600/Picture0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLs1EG_SjhI/AAAAAAAACEk/NCPoXV_1fa8/s640/Picture0008.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting at 1.40am because I'm bored and I know I'll have plenty of free time in school tomorrow and I'll be sleeping in class. Hehehe. Sooooo today was nothing much. Started off the day with religious class. Went home, and then planned for the outing later on. The outing failed. BUT the somewhat lepak session was fulfilling, I should say. There was me, izack izzat, afi, wisnuh and ziyad! We met at Starbucks then went to open plaza and when we got chased out, we went over to&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;at the interchange. Nothing much happened, we just talked and talked and talked. Oh, and planned stuff like outings for the bros during the holidays. I'm planning the whole load with the help of all these people and I'm really looking forward to the chalet we'll have this year! I'm going to plan properly and hopefully, everything goes along smoothly. And then there's the universal studios trip. Yeah, cost might be a problem but I hope everyone saves up for these outings! So left Macs at around 11 and reached home at 12.30. Been planning stuff for the chalet since. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun! Had school which was pretty slack because of all the gaming that s42 did. After prayers, I went back home and changed and went out again. Had late lunch with my friend at Food Culture and then took the MRT together and split ways because I was going to VS for training. It was my first training in months! I was damn scared that I'll be rusty and my stamina would have gone waaaaaay below normal. But I did okay I guess, my shots and passing have gone a little kaputz and my stamina is really nowhere. After training, went straight back home with juniors who had their night study. On&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;I woke up late in the afternoon, kinda really tired. Training hangover hahaha. I usually need plenty of time for my recovery sleep but my dad woke me up, and I was still pretty groggy and my body was aching real bad. Just to go for Syakir's sister's wedding. The wedding was awesome though, really awesome atmosphere and the food was really great. Oh and not to mention the number of hot girls there, it got me high. I should attend more weddings in the future. ;) Afterwards, went home and slept! Wooooooooooooo sleep is my bestest friend ever. (Y) I wanted to go out at night to lepak, but nobody responded. :( But ohwell, just spent time with Tubby. She's so cute! She won't sleep at night unless I'm lying down in bed next to her. Everyone say awwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm getting back my GP results! This paper determines whether I stay in vj. *shivers* Well, life's like that. I have half my heart hoping that I'll pass, the other half hoping that I'll fail so that I can go to poly. Hahaha damn attitude but I seriously think its a better choice for me. Better be getting some sleep now! Goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7441928896642707629?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7441928896642707629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7441928896642707629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7441928896642707629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7441928896642707629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-my-bestfriends-sleep-lepak.html' title='Meet my bestfriends - Sleep &amp; Lepak'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLs1EG_SjhI/AAAAAAAACEk/NCPoXV_1fa8/s72-c/Picture0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6929223725967509594</id><published>2010-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:48:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLRjH1EV64I/AAAAAAAACDw/BtwLN2gapn0/s1600/62204_1510777682765_1034051694_31365064_8282904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLRjH1EV64I/AAAAAAAACDw/BtwLN2gapn0/s640/62204_1510777682765_1034051694_31365064_8282904_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back our results today, and I was more or less devastated and my mood to do anything for the entire day was gone. The day started off okay, with the real sex education talk. Nothing new, basically it was all about STIs. Afterwards had math and we didn't get back our results. Yet. After that was physics, and got back my paper. Okay, I did improve but I still failed. :/ After that had physics lecture and then chemistry lecture. Got back our papers during chemistry and surprise surprise, I failed too. Even after dropping to H1, gosh how stupid can I get? I guess I was never meant to do chemistry ever. Now, I'm waiting for my other 3 papers. Econs, GP and Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I'll fail everything. Just let me pass GP, please. I'll be at least relatively happy because GP is my strongest subject? Haha. God, this really sucks. And to think that I actually studied for promos, like a lot. Tried to cover everything back and despite the setbacks like me falling sick, I thought I was okay. Ah.. Thats all dead and gone now. If my results are really bad, then I should really go to poly. I don't want to have these results all the way. I mean seriously, if its only one S or one U, I can work to improve. But all fail? Nah, I really won't take my chances. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets talk about other stuff. Yesterday we had this relationship workshop conducted by the Adam Khoo company. Our speaker was a guy named Leroy, and he was downright amazing. The 4 hours that we were supposed to sit through was actually a wonderful experience and I listened to every bit of it. He's really an engaging speaker and his story at the end of the workshop about his "brothers" really made an impact to me. I understand his grief and pain, because I myself have a band of brothers that I hold close to heart. Appreciate and tell them you love them every day, if not at least every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLR05L82EuI/AAAAAAAACD0/0vqlGK19yBo/s1600/12102010139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLR05L82EuI/AAAAAAAACD0/0vqlGK19yBo/s640/12102010139.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's grown bigger now and more active. Runs around a lot! She's now on wet foods too, so I don't have to give her food often. She's jumping, running and hiding everywhere. Cute girl, my little Tubby. Hahah. :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6929223725967509594?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6929223725967509594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6929223725967509594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6929223725967509594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6929223725967509594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TLRjH1EV64I/AAAAAAAACDw/BtwLN2gapn0/s72-c/62204_1510777682765_1034051694_31365064_8282904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-970742577576135285</id><published>2010-10-06T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:40:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best marathons are those in your seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKxb5om60pI/AAAAAAAACDk/g5HAQdGHuWg/s1600/tumblr_l008z73ul11qasjh6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKxb5om60pI/AAAAAAAACDk/g5HAQdGHuWg/s640/tumblr_l008z73ul11qasjh6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I know this post is a little delayed but better late than never, right? Anyway let me get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH PROMOS IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Now that's done, back to the post. My promos officially ended on monday, after physics paper. Oh, the sweet-smelling taste of freedom. Been waiting SO long. The steps I had to take, the obstacles I had to overcome to get to this freedom.. were HUGE. So the feeling that its finally ended is good. I mean, hey, there's a possibility I have to take R papers but I'm just glad I got over this. Still considering the other route though. It all depends on my results, but my gut feeling tells me I'm probably gonna go down that path. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo Monday after the paper, I went out with the classmates to lunch at Parkway Swensen's. I did my usual&amp;nbsp;mischievous&amp;nbsp;thing at Swensen's which only my classmates know of. Hahaha. We ate and talked and crapped around and Jonathan was being his usual bastard self. So after waiting for David to finish up his meal (he's apparently a slow eater and a big talker HAHAHAHA kidding), we went over to play LAN! Omg what happened to me since when do I play LAN. O-O But it was fun. We started out with CS, then with L4D2 and at last, we played this nice little game called Team Fortress. It was a cute game. So after 3 hours plus of playing, we decided to call it a day and go home. Though the most memorable thing about this LAN session was Samuel continually shouting at Martin to do stuff. Martin did his "okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" in the frustrated vietnamese accent. Afterwards we went to Macs, then I went back home. And then .. I went on a HIMYM marathon. I got hooked! Finished up the first season that day itself. Yeah, crazy huh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was basically a lazy day. I woke up at 12, watched 2 episodes of HIMYM and then went back to sleep and woke up at 5. PIG! But I bathed then went out to Simei to get Tubby's food and then ate at Banquet where I met Syafa'at and Wak Mar. Ate with them and then went off to Tampines where I met my friend and stayed there til 10 plus doing nothing much, and then walked her home. Stayed up til about 4 watching HIMYM again hahaha I told you I'm hooked! Today was more relaxed. Woke up at 10, and I was supposed to meet my PW group at parkway but I had to take care of my sick brother til my dad came home to bring him to the doctors, then I rushed out to meet them. But sadly, it was lunchtime and also wednesday, meaning contact time for all schools meaning they all ended early. So traffic was horrendous and when I arrived at parkway, I met them for a minute and then we were off. Damn. Got KOI after that with David, Khad and Tanya, then split up ways. I went over to parkway to get some milk for tubby since her's was finished, and then I went to Aibi to check out dumb bells, then to Harvey Norman and Best Denki to see computers. After that, I went home. Met Zakiah on the bus, talked about MCS stuff and yeah basically just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I wanted to go watch a movie but resident evil is not showing tonight wadafaaaaaaaak? hahaha. I want to go out tmr too, but I have to take care of my little brother. Again. Sucks no having a maid, and having a brother who doesn't know how to take care of himself yet. Haha but then again, I have to be a good older brother. :D I just wanna go OUTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Soon I'll be back in realityland and preparing for OP. God, that really sucks. But wish me luck! Now, I'm back to my HIMYM marathon. Told you I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-970742577576135285?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/970742577576135285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=970742577576135285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/970742577576135285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/970742577576135285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-marathons-are-those-in-your-seat.html' title='The best marathons are those in your seat'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKxb5om60pI/AAAAAAAACDk/g5HAQdGHuWg/s72-c/tumblr_l008z73ul11qasjh6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-949508999731806975</id><published>2010-10-03T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:35:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot hide any more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKhcSKZL7bI/AAAAAAAACC0/7qZ0PQajz-0/s1600/profound_sadness.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKhcSKZL7bI/AAAAAAAACC0/7qZ0PQajz-0/s640/profound_sadness.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I have to admit the fact that I'm overly stressed right now and there are really so many thoughts going on in my head. So much has happened in this week. Just this week alone. Yesterday, saturday, was a day I thought I really could study and relax. Get the stress out of my system, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it goes, god has other plans. Yesterday alone I was hit with a double whammy. If I count the other one in, a triple whammy. I really wonder - what have I done to deserve this? Me and my dad went out at 12am to get a drink. Two troubled men, talking things out. I told him about the fact that I really didn't think I could survive in jc and I wanted to go SP. He seemed okay with it, he just asked me to study really hard so that I could get into a university. And then we talked about other stuff - his problems. Frankly I'm disappointed too. I doubt people's sanity now, people who are so close to me. Why is that side of the family so screwed up? My dad's family is to me, the greatest one to have. We rarely fight and we really work together to achieve success in events. But ... Ah, this blog is too public to talk about it here. I just cannot stand what's happening, especially what happened last night with dad. I understand having no maid can lead to stress, but to do all those ... Gosh I really doubt your sanity. And I'm not talking about my dad. I had to intervene and say what I had to say. After that I just went out to get some fresh air and to clear out my tear ducts. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for 2010 to be a good year, a good start to the new decade. But its been bad. Really bad. Everything has basically gone downhill, and just when I thought I was at the foot of the hill, I rolled down another mountain. The scratches, bumps and bruises I get are okay, but the feeling in my heart that I can't stop myself from rolling down is the one that breaks me down. I have walls built around my heart, I consider myself emotionally strong. But break down those walls, I'm as&amp;nbsp;vulnerable&amp;nbsp;as a newborn baby. Giving up was never in my dictionary, so I'll persevere. But sometime you just have take detours in life. I'm going to stay strong. Pray for me, I need it. To all those out there who feel my way, Imma give you a hi-5 and then lets continue working hard in life. The last thing we need is to stay where we are because a certain part of life has failed on you. Vires Quod Animus, is strength and bravery. We need to have that and continue with life. Nil Sine Labore, nothing without labour. We need to work hard, persevere and brush aside the difficult times because nothing can be achieved without hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to physics.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-949508999731806975?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/949508999731806975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=949508999731806975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/949508999731806975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/949508999731806975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cannot-hide-any-more.html' title='I cannot hide any more'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKhcSKZL7bI/AAAAAAAACC0/7qZ0PQajz-0/s72-c/profound_sadness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7204928936995455757</id><published>2010-10-01T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:39:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The root of the problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKW4f1Oo4QI/AAAAAAAACCc/Y5XDxYt0lx0/s1600/Picture0059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKW4f1Oo4QI/AAAAAAAACCc/Y5XDxYt0lx0/s640/Picture0059.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was math paper. I should say it was manageable! But then again in my life, nothing ever goes according to plan. Hahaha. Three hours long, I still cannot tahan the length. I fell asleep like halfway through the paper so I went to the toilet to wash my face. Lucky I have tuition, if not I'll be more than screwed. I'm hoping for at least an S? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, ate at the canteen with S42. Or rather, 5 people of S42. When I went to buy food, the auntie greeted me with "Hi handsome.". I was shocked and laughed the whole way hahahahaha. Ate, slacked around a little bit then walked to the mosque for&amp;nbsp;Friday&amp;nbsp;prayers. The &lt;i&gt;khutbah&lt;/i&gt; today was pretty good, I didn't fall asleep. After prayers, took 31 home and at Tampines Interchange, I saw my sister and her 18 friends who were out for jalan raya. They all took 292 and it looked like a frickin school bus lol. I decided to walk home and I reached &amp;nbsp;home faster than them. They disturbed Tubby while they were at my house! :( The little kid was hungry and kept mewing so I had to claim her back from them to give her milk. They left around 4, so the house was a little quieter. She finally got her sleep and I got mine too. ^^&amp;nbsp;My sister was being annoying and said loudly in my room "Eh tubby is asleep!". AND TUBBY WOKE UP BECAUSE OF THAT. It was hard trying to make her go to sleep grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, YOU. I'm fucking disappointed in you. We stayed with you til late at night, advising you because we were worried about you. Genuinely worried. We knew it's best for you, what would make you happier in the long run. We gave you that advice, that support, that guidance as true brothers because we didn't want to see you suffering any more. We tried, but you fucking disappointed us. Mark my words, it will happen again. And we won't be there for you because we tried and failed because of your stubborn attitude. This thing about love, this is bullshit. You can, could, would have got over her. But you choose to follow your heart. And you know sometimes your heart is wrong. We're telling you it is now. Wake the fuck up. Sorry for the foul language, but you need it and I need to vent my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7204928936995455757?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7204928936995455757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7204928936995455757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7204928936995455757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7204928936995455757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/10/root-of-problem.html' title='The root of the problem.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKW4f1Oo4QI/AAAAAAAACCc/Y5XDxYt0lx0/s72-c/Picture0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5540236931034205593</id><published>2010-09-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:56:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKP6Yf55SuI/AAAAAAAACCQ/KKJL0O0c1BQ/s1600/62184_436009267097_584617097_5402581_7115124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKP6Yf55SuI/AAAAAAAACCQ/KKJL0O0c1BQ/s640/62184_436009267097_584617097_5402581_7115124_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people change as the years pass. I miss the old times when we were friends, true friends, who talked on the phone every single day, texted each other like crazy. Now, where are your texts on my phone? I never get them any longer. I miss you, and you. Where have those times gone? How I wish.. Maybe you're busy with your boyfriend and happy with him. But its okay, I see that you're happy and I can't stop you. Just the old times were gone to waste. And YOU, you've changed after hanging out with those people. I hate what you've become. Where's that sweet cute girl I once knew and loved as my own sister? Don't tell me hell yeah that you've changed, because I don't like what you turned into. And so do many others. Influences can be good, influences can be bad. Spare some time to think and you know which one you mixed around with. I need to talk to you soon. Maybe knock some sense into your head, but I know you'll just be stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life, eh? Where's those promises to keep in contact til we're old, where's the whenever whatever forever? Promises like that I wanted to keep, but maybe you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5540236931034205593?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5540236931034205593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5540236931034205593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5540236931034205593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5540236931034205593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/whered-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;d you go?'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKP6Yf55SuI/AAAAAAAACCQ/KKJL0O0c1BQ/s72-c/62184_436009267097_584617097_5402581_7115124_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6611812967301050846</id><published>2010-09-29T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:09:22.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim for the stars, but its okay if you just reach the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKM3GfROqTI/AAAAAAAACCM/3pELAuYz61c/s1600/62876_436009332097_584617097_5402585_86067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKM3GfROqTI/AAAAAAAACCM/3pELAuYz61c/s640/62876_436009332097_584617097_5402585_86067_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices I make in life aren't usually perfect. I mean, I'm more often than not prone to making silly mistakes. But this certain decision of mine will be life-changing. It'll be either good or bad. I'll make it good. I don't want to be that 5% of the students in vj who cannot get into uni, you see. After doing just 3 papers, I feel so demoralised. How am I supposed to pass promos? How am I even supposed to get promotion criteria? Even if I do get promoted, I'm pretty darn sure I won't be improving much and that is what makes me afraid of being the 5%. If your basics are nowhere, you're a goner. Maybe thats what I am. Maybe I need this change in life. Ultimately, I'm working hard to get into a university. Just that I think my path to uni will not be fulfilled through jc education. I don't want to keep scoring low marks constantly. People say its normal, its normal. But being bottom 10% in school is not. And if I do continue studying in a jc, take my A's and ultimately fail to get a place in uni, I'll be left with no qualifications at all. What will I turn to, teaching? Hurh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I sat at the back of the bus, unable to fall asleep, contemplating where I should bring myself. Ultimately my aim is to get my education and get into university. Just that I'm cheating myself and wasting my own time if I continue in this school. Duh, my family, friends and whoever else will be disappointed. Many have told me I'm their source of motivation and inspiration to work really hard for O's. But even if that is the case, let me tell you guys that whatever it is, O's is important. After that, consider your options carefully. Where do you think you can go and manage yourself properly? It seems that I made the wrong choice. I was never a consistent student, and who am I trying to kid if I say I was planning to be one? I wanted to work hard and get the results, but I did and I didn't get those results. So maybe, just maybe, singapore polytechnic will see me next year. I'm contemplating hard. Sorry. If I get myself into a course that I like and will be able to endure and enjoy, then I'm positive I will excel and earn myself a place in university. Moments, times like these, I pray hardest to god to solve my problems and help me along with life. Join me in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure as hell that I'm not giving up. Just that this may be a little .. detour in my life. Work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6611812967301050846?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6611812967301050846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6611812967301050846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6611812967301050846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6611812967301050846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/choices-i-make-in-life-arent-usually.html' title='Aim for the stars, but its okay if you just reach the moon.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TKM3GfROqTI/AAAAAAAACCM/3pELAuYz61c/s72-c/62876_436009332097_584617097_5402585_86067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4429113336114984353</id><published>2010-09-26T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:07:37.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJ9UQOuQknI/AAAAAAAACCI/QYjbWufz6hw/s1600/26092010080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJ9UQOuQknI/AAAAAAAACCI/QYjbWufz6hw/s640/26092010080.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked. Really bad. Save for meeting my cousins for Abg Nur's engagement. I can't be loving you no more. Oh and meet my new girlfriend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4429113336114984353?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4429113336114984353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4429113336114984353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4429113336114984353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4429113336114984353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJ9UQOuQknI/AAAAAAAACCI/QYjbWufz6hw/s72-c/26092010080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4473752755306598554</id><published>2010-09-21T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:16:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier things!</title><content type='html'>Okay now on to happier things in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I welcome little Tubby into my life. This little cute bundle of noisy joy, I found at my uncle's void deck. She's a really cute thing, and I'm planning to keep her. :) But it'll be really tough. Every few hours she's up asking for milk and I have to make it for her and feed her. Then I have to stimulate her to pee and shit too! But yesterday she had constipation and I had to bring her to the vet. :/ Taking care of a kitten is really not that easy. But I'm looking forward to seeing her grow up. Just like my own little kid hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJg9nBPftaI/AAAAAAAACBk/fxm4d9M3L_I/s1600/19092010028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJg9nBPftaI/AAAAAAAACBk/fxm4d9M3L_I/s640/19092010028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other things, I've got back my momentum to study. But its pretty stressful. :/ I hope I pass my promos. If not I have nowhere else to go but poly. But I'm considering all options though. Decided to flip through some of the poly magazines my sister received. But even if I do go to poly, it'll either be Singapore Poly or Ngee Ann poly. Though they're far, they're more established and better. But I don't know whether to do Engineering or Business though. I've got time to think. Right now, all I want to do is to pass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. I really really miss playing floorball. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJg_gSbkEKI/AAAAAAAACBs/Q219ds-UxE8/s1600/airbourne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJg_gSbkEKI/AAAAAAAACBs/Q219ds-UxE8/s640/airbourne.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4473752755306598554?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4473752755306598554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4473752755306598554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4473752755306598554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4473752755306598554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/happier-things.html' title='Happier things!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TJg9nBPftaI/AAAAAAAACBk/fxm4d9M3L_I/s72-c/19092010028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8030020700959406666</id><published>2010-09-21T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:58:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maid - Desi Ariyanti</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry for the super long time with no update. I didn't feel like blogging. BUT my life has been happening yo. Damn bloody happening you wish you were me. HAHA kidding! Just careful, this is going to be a wordy post so if you don't like reading my stories, you can go click on &lt;a href="http://www.pointlesssites.com/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and have fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, let me post about the runaway maid! :D Hahahahaha. Okay so during that time period when I was sick, my maid ran away. Let me explain from A to Z. I was sick and resting, at around noon my maid told me she was going to NTUC to get some Nutella. She asked my brother along, but he refused, and she forced him to come along. That in itself raised my&amp;nbsp;suspicion. And furthermore, I know that my mum doesn't allow my maid to go out in the afternoon when my parents are not around, or to call them before she goes out. This was neither. So she left for more than an hour and when she came back, she was empty handed. I asked my little brother where they went, but my brother kept insisting that he didn't know and he asked me to ask the maid. Sensing something wrong, I told my mum about it. She confronted my maid and my maid insisted that the Nutella at NTUC was out of stock. Fucking bullshit. And then when asked why she took more than an hour, she insisted that my little brother wanted to go play at the playground. Yeah, in the bloody hot 12pm sun. Oh, and another thing, I caught her talking on the house phone on several occasions. Talking in english. Got me wondering, if it was her family in Indonesia, why would she need to talk in english? That was another thing I told my mum. And when asked, my maid said it was the wrong number and that the person was looking for "Elsie". Motherfucking bullshit #2. And we asked why she talked to the person so many times, she said she called back and asked the person who "Elsie was". Bullshit fact #3. She was a bad liar. So I called the person on the phone and discovered it was ... *suspense* ... A BANGLADESHI! No surprises there. I asked for his name, his workplace, his particulars. And he was stupid enough to tell me everything. So that bangladeshi man was the final straw, my mum asked my maid to pack her bag and she'll be leaving at night. But guess what, about an hour later she was gone. My mum noticed her at the window in the kitchen, apparently "getting some clothes she left behind". But she was actually signalling to a bangladeshi man out in the park. I had noticed her going outside, doing something to the laundry that was hanging but it was actually a decoy. Damn. So we received no further news about her until the next day. She reported herself to the Indonesian Embassy. So the agency took her back because my family didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. But guess what? The bitch ran away from the agency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was on the run for quite some time. During that time, many people contacted us , telling us that they saw her. Everywhere! From the market near our house, to block 200+, and other places in street 11. Oh, nearly all the sightings she was together with a bangladeshi man. The day she reported herself to the embassy, my parents made a police report about her. So we thought the police would catch her but it was me who actually caught her on the sunday. I was on the way home from religious class, in 292. While the bus was driving along Avenue 2, I noticed a familiar figure walking along merrily. So when the bus was driving past, I was like "OMG THATS HER". So I quickly alighted the bus. Thing is, she noticed me too so she pretended to read some signs across the road. But as I was talking on the phone to my father, she walked past me and pretended like she didn't know me. So I shot at her, asking where she was going. She gave me a dirty look and told me "there, there. errr agency." I totally shouted at her in malay, "Ya you bloody liar you run away from the agency and you want to go back there? stay here." So she stayed. And then when bus 34 came, she slowly peeled away from where she was standing and wanted to take the bus. I grabbed on to her and she told me "don't you!" in broken english hahaha. So the bloody cow continued to the bus and I blocked the front entrance. She ran to the back door and entered. I also entered the bus and told the driver "Uncle, don't drive off. This is a police case." So he didn't drive and she got frustrated. She alighted from the bus and tried to run away! She literally ran. But what were her chances of escaping from me lol? I just ran up to her and held on to her arms. Once again she shouted in english "don't you!" After that I totally flipped. I shouted at her so much and created such a scene, and in the end she just shut her mouth and listened to me. Honestly, if she wasn't still contracted to my parents and protected my anti-maid abuse laws, I would have beat the living crap out of her for doing such a thing to my family and especially my little brother. Afterwards, my dad came along and we brought her to the police station. Finally, after interrogating her and settling stuff with the police and the agency, they brought her to lockup at Bedok Police Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent the night there and was picked up by the agency on monday. BUT she still didn't learn her lesson. She tried to escape from the agency again, this time by tying a blanket or a bedsheet to the window and attemping to climb down from the second floor. But she fell. HAHAHA. And now, she has a broken leg, spinal injuries and a fractured arm. I tell you, god is soooo great. Serves her right. OH and she was carrying a plastic bag with her belongings when she tried to escape. There were new clothes and a handphone. So the agency employee asked her where she got the money to buy all those, since her starting salary is $10 a month. And guess what? She prostituted herself to bangladeshi workers. She really did get her retribution. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8030020700959406666?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8030020700959406666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8030020700959406666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8030020700959406666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8030020700959406666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/maid-desi-ariyanti.html' title='The Maid - Desi Ariyanti'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-215315060677563028</id><published>2010-09-06T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:51:42.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TIR7j93kN1I/AAAAAAAACBM/KUipaGe6x9o/s1600/58479_422372213574_646028574_5033009_4176724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TIR7j93kN1I/AAAAAAAACBM/KUipaGe6x9o/s640/58479_422372213574_646028574_5033009_4176724_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soooo a long-awaited post. Hahaha. About the time I got admitted to the hospital! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday, the pain in my chest had not gone down one bit and I was still suffering. Me and my parents were both tired of the bullshit service CGH was giving, not even following up and not giving me the proper diagnosis. Even though I went there TWO times. So at night, we decided to go to SGH. And there, I felt though I was properly taken care of. In the ER, I was in a bed, not a wheelchair. So they ran blood tests, and x-rays again. This time again, they couldn't see any infection or anything in my chest area. So they decided to admit me to do further tests after I told them I couldn't eat or drink or even swallow. They said they're gonna do a scope on me. And mind you, it was already like 12+ or 1+ in the morning at the hospital and my parents were still there. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TIR-MX6bmtI/AAAAAAAACBU/DvR8DDevVyU/s1600/41134_422371608574_646028574_5032978_5085344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TIR-MX6bmtI/AAAAAAAACBU/DvR8DDevVyU/s320/41134_422371608574_646028574_5032978_5085344_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was wheeled to the ward. Ward 46, Room 26, Bed 10! Hahaha omg I still remember. The first night, I was still in pain so I went to sleep straightaway. But then the (pretty) nurse came in and checked my blood pressure and temperature and gave me the hospital clothes and talked to me for quite a while. Hahah I still remember her. ^^ So I changed, took my medicines and then fell back straight to sleep. The next day(sunday) was a pretty boring day. Apparently the doctors were having half-day of work so they couldn't do the scope on me then. Some doctors came to check on me and tell me what was gonna happen. My dad came in the afternoon to sign the form to allow them to do the scope down my throat. After he left, I went to sleep. At about 4, Taufik Sarah and Idayu came!! Hahah. They provided quite a bit of entertainment for me. Taking pictures and everything. Oh! Look at the balloon they bought for me. Hahaha idiots. But thank you! :) So they stayed until erm .. I don't remember. About 6? So they all went their seperate ways for buka. Then my whole family came. Wak Ani and Wak Sani came too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday, they finally did the scope! That was a ... weird experience. They wheeled me to the clinic, then the nurse sprayed some sort of medication down my throat to numb it. It was freaking disgusting, the taste. After that, they injected sedatives into my IV drip. Unfortunately, I was still awake when they inserted the scope! Hahaha I was wretching and like nearly vomiting and stuff. The doctors kept telling me not to fight it but as hard as I tried, it was just reflex action by my throat. But after a few seconds, I fell asleep. I woke up when I had been wheeled all the way back to my bed. And then, I fell asleep back when I was put in my bed. Hahaha. So the doctors came later that day to explain to me that the scope revealed that I had a few ulcers in my gullet, near the chest level. So that was the cause of the pain. And they told me it could possibly be a side effect of the medication I've been taking, so I can't take that anymore. And they told me they can't do much except let it heal on its own. So I had to take a special medication for it. Ah, finally I knew what was wrong. But it would still take a relatively long time for it to recover. Later in the day, my classmates came! I think 5 of them. They gave me a cactus! Hahaha a cute small cactus with a red head. :D So I hung around with them until they decided to go home at about 6. Oh yeah, Taufik came too! And he stayed all the way until 8.30pm. Lucky, or else I would have been soooo bored. And he brought his laptop! So we watched videos, played games most of the time. And he had to buka puasa so I did so together with him. But I couldn't really eat.. So yeah. It was my first time walking around SGH so I bought stuff from cheers and jollibean and brought them up. ^^ Haha. After he left, I did nothing much except play with my psp and sleep. I was bored so I did walk around a bit to observe the other patients, the nurses and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I was discharged! At about 1pm. Haha. I was quite happy because it was so damn boring in the hospital. At the same time, I was kinda sad because at the hospital, most of your needs are taken care of. Heheh. But ohwell. Discharged, collected my medication and my MC, then went home. I only fully recovered on Sunday so all in all, I have to pay back 12 days of fasting. Woah. But alhamdulillah, I'm all well now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-215315060677563028?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/215315060677563028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=215315060677563028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/215315060677563028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/215315060677563028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/09/hospital.html' title='Hospital!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TIR7j93kN1I/AAAAAAAACBM/KUipaGe6x9o/s72-c/58479_422372213574_646028574_5033009_4176724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4114031435101353275</id><published>2010-08-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:44:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/THfR2sc0m3I/AAAAAAAACBE/pAbGXrZMDUI/s1600/26082010081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/THfR2sc0m3I/AAAAAAAACBE/pAbGXrZMDUI/s640/26082010081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life so blog-worthy you just have to post them up no matter what your current situation is. So yes, this is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I thought I had wrongly swallowed a pill, and it got stuck in my throat. So yeah, I was in mild discomfort and my throat was in pain. So I went to the polyclinic, and they couldn't see anything. SOOOO they sent me to CGH A&amp;amp;E. Like woah. I was attended to nearly straightaway because having something stuck in your throat is really dangerous. But after checking and stuff, nah I was safe. Doctor said that if there was a pill truly stuck in there, it would dissolve and I wouldn't feel the discomfort any more after that. Well the idiot was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on wednesday with a pain in my chest so great I just had to go back to sleep. Like it was a burning &amp;nbsp; pain originating from the centre of my chest. I was wondering why it was so painful but at the same time wishing the pain would really go away with rest. As it always does. BUTTTT looks like it wasn't my day, I woke up still having the superbad chest pain. I broke my fast, took my medication and then went back to sleep. But the pain lasted throughout the day and night. Suffered really bad. I couldn't even eat! I mean, if swallowing my own saliva was painful, you can imagine the pain I went through when I tried to swallow solid foods. Ouch. Really. I also developed a really bad fever, going up to 39.4deg. Even the fever medicine I took didn't really help. So basically I was on fire through the day and night. Not good. Even at night, I woke up at random times and my temperature still didn't decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I woke up with a temperature that was down to 38.2deg. I had physics SPA, so I went. It was pretty easy (heheheheh only s42 knows). So then my dad picked me up and by then the pain in my chest was growing even worse. Reached home, changed and then lay down for a while. But the pain became unbearable and I actually started crying. I mean it was really THAT painful. :( So my parents took me to CGH A&amp;amp;E again. There, I was treated to blood tests, urine tests, x-ray, ECG and a physical examination. And to top it all off, as you can see in the picture, I got attached to an IV drip to bring my temperature down. All in all it took about 2+ hours of waiting and testing and I finally got the diagnosis. I was down with some kind of lung infection. So yeah, doctor gave me all sorts of medication and after that, I was free to go. So went home, took the medication and passed out. Really painful still. Its still hurting now, though its already friday. But I think the pain has decreased a little. I just can't eat solid foods still. And I still feel the pain while drinking water. Argh, it really really hurts. D: But thats life.. Pray for my speedy recovery guys! I want to eat again. :( Oh and the IV drip was a cool experience. It felt as though somebody shot up very cold water into my arm. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to bed. Goodnight! :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4114031435101353275?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4114031435101353275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4114031435101353275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4114031435101353275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4114031435101353275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/THfR2sc0m3I/AAAAAAAACBE/pAbGXrZMDUI/s72-c/26082010081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8977319865736570601</id><published>2010-08-22T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:06:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss those times, when we would wait for one another, not caring if it even took an hour, and taking the long bus ride back home. Sometimes we would sit and talk throughout, on other occasions we would just sit and relax and enjoy being in each others' company. I miss those times, when we would just stand in a circle, deciding where to go, what to do, when we should go. I miss those times when we would sit in a circle, look into one anothers' eyes that say, 'Hey, I'm going through the same thing. I'm with you, brother.' I miss those times when no matter how much we fought no matter how much we argued we would still come together as friends, and then get close together again. I miss those times when we would spend hours on end with one another, wishing not to leave, because it was the best company we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you throw it all away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8977319865736570601?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8977319865736570601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8977319865736570601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8977319865736570601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8977319865736570601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-those-times-when-we-would-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6459596798269296241</id><published>2010-08-21T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:07:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;20th August 1993, Friday&lt;br /&gt;20th August 2010, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 17 years ago that I was born, a small egg-headed baby boy. Full of problems, and my parent's first ever child. I was born on a Friday. I remember my dad telling me that he had to go for Friday prayers on the day I was born. And today, a Friday, my 17th birthday. In Islam, we believe that Friday is a blessed day. Indeed, my 17th birthday was really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thank you is going out to my family.&lt;br /&gt;They have never given up on me. Supporting me, whatever I do. Though lately, I've been a disappointment to them. I've done too much bad stuff. Though they still haven't given up on me. They are providing me with support, and advising me on what to do. Because frankly, I'm at that point in life where I'm going round in circles and wondering whether I should stay, or give up and stay there. But they have been pushing me on, helping me. Yesterday they celebrated my birthday during break fast with a cake, and a song. My little brother presented me with two cards. He drew them on his own. Cute boy, I love him so much. My youngest sister gave me $10 in an envelope and wrote 'happy birthday' on the envelope. I guess I have been taking them for granted lately, but seeing how much they love me, I'll change for the better. I haven't been a good eldest brother, neither have I been a role model to all my siblings. So to my mum, my dad, my brother and sisters, thank you so much. I love you guys. &amp;lt;3 Below are the photos of the cards that my little siblings gave me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7K6J96wXI/AAAAAAAACAI/f3ZaBr4aLrk/s1600/21082010062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7K6J96wXI/AAAAAAAACAI/f3ZaBr4aLrk/s640/21082010062.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7KpdAn6VI/AAAAAAAACAA/csvfdiUe10o/s1600/21082010061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7KpdAn6VI/AAAAAAAACAA/csvfdiUe10o/s640/21082010061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7LHW79rpI/AAAAAAAACAQ/88I5fTUdI6Y/s1600/21082010063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7LHW79rpI/AAAAAAAACAQ/88I5fTUdI6Y/s640/21082010063.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second group of people would be of course, my vs brothers. Without them, the rest of my day would be really mundane and I would have a relatively boring birthday. But they truly made my day I am really really appreciative of that! With their wishes, their cakes, and just the fact that we were together as one whole big group again after such a long time. Just that made me really really happy. And not forgetting Cikgu Shyamira! Thank you for treating us for buka. We're so lucky to have a teacher like you. Thank you for everything. :) I might as well blog about my time spent today eh? Hahah. Met up at Chicken Champs at Arab Street for break fast. Spring chicken!! Omg it was nice. Yumyumyum. And they sang for me a birthday song, and I had 2 birthday cakes in front of me!! Hahaha I felt so special. I couldn't get the smile of my face after that. It made me really really super happy. Thank you guys, and cikgu. :) Afterwards, went to the mosque to pray maghrib and isyak. After that, some of us went to get some shisha cravings fulfilled with several tpjc friends. Ah, pretty relaxing. Went over to ZamZam and reunited with the rest, then we ate some more. Murtabak, the cakes, and also other just spam photos and talk crap. We left as the restaurant was closing down, then went to Bugis, found a nice little random spot and just lepaked and took photos and crapped around. We left around 11 plus, and everyone made their own way back. The tampines-ians though, mainly me luqman saufi afi and ziyad stayed at Macs for quite long, until 1am. We just caught up with one another and talked about stuff happening in our lives. Discovered a lot, and honestly, I miss having this kind of sessions. Sit down with a drink and talk the night away. Ah, my brothers are just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, a BIIIIIIIIIIG THANK YOU! You guys started if off so well, I couldn't get the smile off my face when I was surprised with the birthday cake during break fast. And what a surprise when there were two cakes! hahaha. Thanks for the birthday wishes, and most importantly, coming down. Because that's what truly mattered to me, to be able to spend my birthday with my brothers. That truly made my day. :) Throughout the night, you guys reminded me what true friendship, no wait, true brotherhood is like. I miss you guys, and hope we'll be able to do this more often. Thank you. :) You guys are awesome. Pictures will be up on my blog once fik uploads em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, to all those people who wished me through facebook, twitter, sms, in person, email, msn, etc, thank you so much! You people really made my day just by wishing me happy birthday. And so many wishes flooding in!! :) Thank you soooooo much. I really appreciate your wishes, and it makes me super happy when I see all those wishes. I hope you guys forgive me because I really can't comment on each and every one of those notes, but whatever it is, I truly appreciate your wishes and thank you for them! You people are superrrrrrr (Y). From people I know well to people I don't really know, the fact that you bothered to go to my profile and wish me happy birthday is awesome! I am really thankful. :))))))) THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lastly, S42 my awesome class! Thanks for wishing me and making me feel quite special today. And most importantly, thank you so much for the card! Reading the wishes really make me laugh and smile to myself. And tianshu, thank you for drawing the cover!! It is soooo super nice, I was really shocked when I saw it. So yeah, thank you guys. I will try to be less annoyinh hehehe. Thank you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7QrYADBVI/AAAAAAAACAg/jyxQ-NljLjI/s1600/20082010060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7QrYADBVI/AAAAAAAACAg/jyxQ-NljLjI/s640/20082010060.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fangning typing on my GC. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7Roa-pBXI/AAAAAAAACAo/VP8eyUQTPug/s1600/21082010064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7Roa-pBXI/AAAAAAAACAo/VP8eyUQTPug/s640/21082010064.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful cover drawn by Tianshu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, what else can I say. My birthday was just ... awesome. Really awesome. I want to thank all the people who contributed to making me smile and wished me happy birthday. :) A year older, hopefully many more years to come. One more year to be legal!!!! :D This awesome birthday would never have happened without all these people I've listed out. Thank you for making my (birth)day. I'm going to sleep a happy man! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6459596798269296241?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6459596798269296241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6459596798269296241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6459596798269296241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6459596798269296241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG7K6J96wXI/AAAAAAAACAI/f3ZaBr4aLrk/s72-c/21082010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8126418300690519286</id><published>2010-08-19T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:07:36.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG0csHp18HI/AAAAAAAAB_4/tmcIEBZBGw8/s1600/DSC07268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG0csHp18HI/AAAAAAAAB_4/tmcIEBZBGw8/s640/DSC07268.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay hi. I'm blogging while waiting for my tuition teacher to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday to my dad! He turned 44 on the 17th of August. My dad, what can I say? He's been my pillar of support. Always encouraging me, rarely scolding me. Instead he advises me. And he's been supporting me for so much. In my studies, my sports. Though less on floorball heh. I'm thankful to have been born his son, and although I disappoint a lot, I hope in the near future, I'll bring him smiles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and tomorrow is my birthday. I wonder what the day will bring to me. Oh and fun fact, I was born on a Friday, and this year my birthday is on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8126418300690519286?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8126418300690519286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8126418300690519286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8126418300690519286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8126418300690519286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/father-son.html' title='Father &amp; Son'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TG0csHp18HI/AAAAAAAAB_4/tmcIEBZBGw8/s72-c/DSC07268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1214664342450895025</id><published>2010-08-06T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:31:42.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFvHW0riwVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/0i_g320VfAA/s1600/38569_1448294040713_1034051694_31209260_3974591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFvHW0riwVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/0i_g320VfAA/s640/38569_1448294040713_1034051694_31209260_3974591_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to KL from tonight to Monday. Its been a tiring week, and today was my breaking point. Never have my walls been broken down like that. I hate vj. Everything about it. Except for a few people, my brothers, whom I know I can trust. The others are just ... two-faced shitheads. I should have never come here. Everything I worked for is being wasted here. Bullshit school. I want to start afresh. Maybe being away from Singapore for a few days will help. Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1214664342450895025?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1214664342450895025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1214664342450895025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1214664342450895025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1214664342450895025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly.html' title='Fly.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFvHW0riwVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/0i_g320VfAA/s72-c/38569_1448294040713_1034051694_31209260_3974591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8435933527249012597</id><published>2010-08-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:12:06.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFq4ScoI3QI/AAAAAAAAB_g/c8qoL4nFUdM/s1600/sofia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFq4ScoI3QI/AAAAAAAAB_g/c8qoL4nFUdM/s640/sofia.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI SOFIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to apologise for stealing this picture from your friendster. HAHA. But thats not the main point of this post anyway. I know your birthday was yesterday and I already wished you BUT I still owe you a post. So this post is solely dedicated to you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia my sister, I've known you probably for slightly more than a year already? Haha. I remember we used to talk a lot last time, but then it died down. Then something sparked it off again and we're constantly going through ups and downs together now! Its interdependent support we have with each other, I guess. You always advice me on the best of my problems, and in turn I try my best to stick with you and help you through your dark days. I know life is hard now, and furthermore its your o level year, but I've always believed in you and you know that! No matter what happens, if you lose hope, you lose confidence, you lose trust, remember that I can never lose hope, confidence and trust in you. And I really believe that whatever you do, you'll try your best. So don't ever give up okay intan sofia! You really bring a smile to my face everyday and I hope we'll stay friends for damn longggggg. :) Study hard for o's k. And don't fight too much with ash! And takecare. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8435933527249012597?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8435933527249012597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8435933527249012597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8435933527249012597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8435933527249012597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/intan.html' title='Intan..'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFq4ScoI3QI/AAAAAAAAB_g/c8qoL4nFUdM/s72-c/sofia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7111403605011479651</id><published>2010-08-02T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:43:45.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't have the world, but I'll settle for these</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFbTwpvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Hz9rC7HbHGo/s1600/DSC07267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFbTwpvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Hz9rC7HbHGo/s640/DSC07267.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, I've been a disappointment to everyone around me. So I've made a promise to myself, and this promise will be bigger than anything. My new ring will be built around this. Vires Quod Animus. The things I need to fulfill and achieve these goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Studies&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the bottom 10% in the school. But I believe if I study harder, I'll get out of that 10%. I have the potential and that potential I will fulfill. I won't let down my parents again, in the promos or after that. This goal I need to achieve by promos, not 2011. So I'll study mega hard, not slack, not sleep in classes and fuck around. I mean, my results are really bad, I admit. And I admit, I have not been studying, I haven't been listening in class and skipping classes. But that's got to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Floorball&lt;br /&gt;I think I still have not reached my peak, and this is probably due to a lack of training. And probably due to a lack of heart. I mean, people say I play very weakly. The thing is, I still have this trauma of going too hard in my challenges, or holding the ball too hard, because that's what led to me having a permanent back injury. But I guess you can't stay stagnant forever, because everything is just going to overtake you. Because of my back injury, I refuse to push myself harder to strive for success in floorball in fear that I get injured again. But I guess that's going to change once training starts again. I'm banned from school training because of my results, but I still have club training. I have to go on runs myself to keep my fitness up. Next year, I'll prove that I really am Div 1 material, or at least close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vires Quod Animus. I'll go for my goals, and hopefully achieve them. I'll pray hard, work hard and hope hard.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7111403605011479651?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7111403605011479651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7111403605011479651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7111403605011479651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7111403605011479651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-have-world-but-ill-settle-for.html' title='I can&apos;t have the world, but I&apos;ll settle for these'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFbTwpvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Hz9rC7HbHGo/s72-c/DSC07267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6329733361191361862</id><published>2010-08-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:35:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abang Pipi's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFVbVpZ3AmI/AAAAAAAAB_I/EhQ7f-COW80/s1600/28062010161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFVbVpZ3AmI/AAAAAAAAB_I/EhQ7f-COW80/s640/28062010161.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haiya I lost my ring. I feel naked without it because I wear it around my neck every day! What a sad end to an otherwise very enjoyable weekend. I'll update tmr. I'm damn tired now. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6329733361191361862?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6329733361191361862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6329733361191361862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6329733361191361862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6329733361191361862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/08/abang-pipis-wedding.html' title='Abang Pipi&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFVbVpZ3AmI/AAAAAAAAB_I/EhQ7f-COW80/s72-c/28062010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2640554646529613356</id><published>2010-07-31T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:39:30.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFP_dYxbaWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/qQw0N4eMWp8/s1600/DSC07258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFP_dYxbaWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/qQw0N4eMWp8/s640/DSC07258.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family + clown. Thats one scary but funky clown yo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo! Okay so I'm back from Universal Studios. We were there because of my dad's company's family day, and it was freaking awesomeeeeeeeeeee. Okay so we reached USS at around 10. Took 1 ride, the roller coaster at Far Far Away which was short but still thrilling. Walked around and soaked in the sights before going to Waterworld for the CAG lucky draw. After that ended, we walked around some more. There are several sections, and I must admit, all parts of the theme park are just freaking awesome. Its so surreal to be in there, its like you've stepped out of Singapore and into different places. The way everything is built .. wow. Okay so we took plenty of rides, but I must admit my favourite is the Return of the Mummy ride. Its an indoor high-speed rollercoaster, and those who are planning to go to MUST try it out. It is the bestestestest ever ride. Okay, maybe because I haven't taken the Battlestar Galactica yet. But any rollercoaster that I take the adrenaline rush will leave me stoned for like a few minutes. It was that fun. So yeah, we bought a few souvenirs too. Bottles, shirts, etc. I think the main highlight of USS was the family bonding time we had, like just having fun and taking rides together and taking loads and loads of pictures. Aha. I will surely want to go again at the end of the year, so I'll have to save money and get friends to go! I don't care if its with just one person or what but it'll still be fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so went back at around 7, then after bathing and praying went over to my cousin's house. At first we just sat around and ate and talked and crapped around. Then we decided to go to the&lt;i&gt; pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; near afghan to get ... more food. Hahaha. But we ended up bullshitting a lot and buying very little food. Went back to the wedding, then the guy cousins got pulled aside to wash plates. A tiring job, but trust me its fun. Got to talk a lot and bond with them. Matau beb, matau. HAHAHA. Went back home around 12. Tomorrow I've got a match in the morning, then to the wedding! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to get my rest. Goodnight! :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2640554646529613356?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2640554646529613356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2640554646529613356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2640554646529613356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2640554646529613356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/uss.html' title='Universal Studios'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFP_dYxbaWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/qQw0N4eMWp8/s72-c/DSC07258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2812235824357750737</id><published>2010-07-30T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:29:47.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one Lamborghini, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFJ9lcwZcnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ZfOEeDamiGQ/s1600/26072010020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFJ9lcwZcnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ZfOEeDamiGQ/s640/26072010020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home early today! Physics prac got cancelled, so I went straight home after prayers. School today was nothing spectacular. During physics lecture, it started raining really heavily and strangely I was hoping for vj to flood. Hahaha. Went out of the lecture theatre to discover that the weather was reallyreally cold. Kind of nice, actually. Changed for PE, but that turned out to be a waste of time because there wasn't enough space in the hall and the teacher asked all the college reps to go off and study. So I studied physics, then ate, and then went for PW. Discussed with group, then me and david got scolded by mrs liew for sleeping in class. I felt really tired and I think this is the first time this whole week I slept in class. Ohwell. :/ Chemistry tutorial after that, then to the mosque for prayers. There was this orange Lamborghini parked outside the mosque. I wonder which rich guy owns that. My dream to own a Lambo. Must work hard!!! Hahaha. Okay I want to get some rest now. I've got training at 7. :/ My knee really hurts but I want to go. It'll be the last training before the end of SFL Div 1 2010, and the end of my floorball season for this year. So yeah, better make it worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2812235824357750737?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2812235824357750737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2812235824357750737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2812235824357750737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2812235824357750737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-lamborghini-please.html' title='one Lamborghini, please.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFJ9lcwZcnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ZfOEeDamiGQ/s72-c/26072010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8115609889814391593</id><published>2010-07-29T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:58:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update? Hell yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFGS_OLJVwI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ZuDMfo9gL6E/s1600/s42!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFGS_OLJVwI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ZuDMfo9gL6E/s640/s42!.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have time, I shall blog. Currently printing out my EoM, and I have to supervise the printer cos its screwed up. ._. Today was tiring, I had school plus remedial up til 5+, and then I went out with Frin for dinner at Food Culture. Went back home with her, and then when I reached home, I bathed and studied a little before math tuition. Math tuition was from 8.30 to 10 plus, so I finished pretty late. I'm really really tired. Fortunately, tomorrow is a pretty short day. I'm getting sleepy so I won't make this post too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening lately. Okay actually a lot happens in my life but I'm just lazy to blog about them. I shall summarise. Its expected that one of them is of course, about floorball. I finally scored my first goal in div 1! It was in the game which we drew 6-6 with Nhac Tre No. 1, and I scored the equalising goal. Didn't feel too happy about scoring that goal though, because I felt that it was finally a sort of way to pay back after screwing up so much for the team. But yeah, a goal's a goal I guess? It was a dragshot that came off the defender's leg and into the top net hahaha woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so another thing is school! My results are epicly terrible. I shan't say anything except that I've been banned from training, and I have to see the principal. :X But ohwell, all the consequences of not studying I guess. I've learnt my lesson have promised myself, my family and my teachers to study really hard for promos and redeem myself. I hope I really can score well, because I don't want to take R papers and I reallyreally DO NOT want to retain. ESSS! I think I can do it. :) Apart from results, school in general has been pretty fun and enjoyable. I'm attending ALL lectures and tutorials *claps*, and I'm finally understanding what's being taught. Also coupled with the fact that my classmates are really awesome to be around with. I think we're much more bonded after June Holidays, and especially after the class outing on Saturday, after College day.&lt;br /&gt;College day itself was a bore. I got to catch up on my sleep, thats all. After that, Kallang Leisure Park with classmates for lunch at KFC. Ice skating after that! Ice skating was reallyreally fun!!! I got the hang of it pretty fast, despite having no experience in roller blading or anything of that sort. I managed to fall down like, 4 times? But falling down on ice is fun hahaha slideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 2 hours of Ice Skating, and then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFGkQIbmcyI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ElFJyTGnuXM/s1600/Ice!.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFGkQIbmcyI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ElFJyTGnuXM/s640/Ice!.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday after school, we made a really last-minute decision to go to Livia's house. Its pretty big and airy. Livia kept asking when we were going home, though. HAHA. But it was fun at her house. We played Game of Life, and then talked about current affairs. Richard Lim. Ah, sometimes people can be so ... weird. But I should say we managed to dig out a little secrets from everyone? Hahaha and they didn't believe me when I said that I didn't like any girl. I mean, whats so hard to believe? Actually, I myself can't believe it. I mean its been months but I still don't feel like getting into a relationship. Got turned off, maybe. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats the best update I can do today. I promise that I will (hopefully) start posting more regularly like I did last time, on a daily basis. But what to doooo, busy man. :P&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8115609889814391593?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8115609889814391593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8115609889814391593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8115609889814391593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8115609889814391593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-hell-yeah.html' title='Update? Hell yeah!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TFGS_OLJVwI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ZuDMfo9gL6E/s72-c/s42!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8551461236774241503</id><published>2010-07-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are my parents?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD8ZYmuyISI/AAAAAAAAB90/K6i_HvkD_78/s1600/Despicable_Me_Wallpaper_17_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD8ZYmuyISI/AAAAAAAAB90/K6i_HvkD_78/s640/Despicable_Me_Wallpaper_17_1024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I had this party of minions ... Wow god knows what I could do. On one hand I've got a whole group of cute little ... things to play around with. On the other hand they can do almost everything for me! Haha I liked watching them in despicable me. With their unknown language and funny actions and comical figures, these minions are the best. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so life hasn't been too well on me again lately. God is really testing me this time round. I broke, but I didn't go too low. I mean, everyone has his own hard times right? And they say theres this period in every teenager's life where they rethink on who they really are. Its like a mid-life crisis, but for teenagers. There are many things somebody could turn out to be. As for me, where do I have to go? My results in school has been disappointing and I decided to turn over a new leaf. I'm studying every night now, in preparation for promos. I will promote without having to sit for the R paper. Certainly. I'm most certainly going to be banned from cca, but at least I have vs training to go to. And this term, I'm starting to warm up to the people in vj and decided not to be much of a loner anymore. hahah. I have my awesome classmates to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents are overseas. They're in Jakarta to help my maid look for a good and suitable cancer specialist. They left yesterday morning and will be home on Saturday. As for now, I'm responsible for my family, the house, the maid, the finances and the safety of everyone. In short, the whole household. Its pretty scary and sad when my parents are not around, but I guess this trains me up for when I get married and leave home to live on my own with my wife. So far things have been going well, and my sisters have been very pleasant. My new maid cooks without any problems too, so all's well. This morning I had to send my siblings to school, so we took a cab. We waited for 20 minutes without any cab willing to pick us up. I got really pissed off but tried not to show it in front of my siblings. I mean, how hard is it for a cab driver to drop off a few kids at 3 different stops. At last I decided on only 2 stops, so after sending my two youngest sisters off, I stopped at TKGS with my sister and took a bus from there. Came to school, and the rest of the day was a drag again. Managed to study during breaks and all. The end of the day was long and draggy, we had Econs Tutorial straight for 2 hours. It was taxing, but we all pulled through. I went home after that, and all my sisters were home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all your entertainment, watch this! Its a video me and my friends did during the Ramadhan of 2007. We couldn't eat and could not go anywhere else, so we decided to make a video to fill up our recess times. It was fun, and entertaining. I really miss doing crazy stuff in class. 2G ftw, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z23_sdKdp8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/Z23_sdKdp8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8551461236774241503?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8551461236774241503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8551461236774241503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8551461236774241503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8551461236774241503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-are-my-parents.html' title='Where are my parents?'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD8ZYmuyISI/AAAAAAAAB90/K6i_HvkD_78/s72-c/Despicable_Me_Wallpaper_17_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3422350577038934888</id><published>2010-07-14T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings are just too beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD2do4rBDqI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8xxEnZqPq8c/s1600/36746_1427558722343_1034051694_31154281_4572273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD2do4rBDqI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8xxEnZqPq8c/s640/36746_1427558722343_1034051694_31154281_4572273_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat pengantin baru!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On saturday, Kak Fifi got married to her boyfriend of a few years. Despite all the conflicts and last-minute preparation, it was good to see the event running relatively smoothly except for a few hiccups here and there. Major problems were dealt with backstage, and the bride was kept happy throughout the day. Besides, it was a great 2 days. Both the pernikahan and then the persandingan. I got to meet my lovely cousins! &amp;lt;3 Miss them. And we shared a whole load of jokes and stuff with one another, caught up with life. At the end of the whole thing, on sunday, there was a family gathering which touched on stuff too sensitive to be said here. But I find that the gathering/discussion was really beneficial. I got my chance to speak out too. On another note, there'll be 3 more major family events coming up! Abang Pipi is getting married on the 1st of August. Its quite a shock to us, because unlike Abang Mamat's wedding, we were told so close to the wedding! But hopefully everything runs smoothly for this one and everyone will come down. And then there's Abang Nor's engagement in September, followed by Abang Yus' engagement in December. All opportunities to meet my awesome cousins! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3422350577038934888?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3422350577038934888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3422350577038934888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3422350577038934888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3422350577038934888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/weddings-are-just-too-beautiful.html' title='Weddings are just too beautiful'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TD2do4rBDqI/AAAAAAAAB9s/8xxEnZqPq8c/s72-c/36746_1427558722343_1034051694_31154281_4572273_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1865596661870851504</id><published>2010-07-05T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDHZ-4Xx3nI/AAAAAAAAB9E/f9DvUJjN0bc/s1600/20475_1248829934235_1034051694_30728189_4286521_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDHZ-4Xx3nI/AAAAAAAAB9E/f9DvUJjN0bc/s640/20475_1248829934235_1034051694_30728189_4286521_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi these are my insane cousins. We're gonna be meeting this weekend for Kak Fifi's wedding! Yay its been ages. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soooooo right now I'm down with flu. It sucks! I was already feeling sick on saturday night. Sunday morning, I woke up for the match feeling a little unwell but I still went and played for the match. I went back feeling all shitty after not playing well hahaaha. But anyway, we won NUS Saints 9-3. Quite a match. We were down 2-0 in the first period but came back pretty strong. Fursham's goal celebrations are epic hahahahaha damn cool. Later in the day, received news that Zarf thrashed Singapore Schools 27-2. Thats really, whoa. And its lucky I turned down the opportunity to play for Singapore Schools and instead play for VS. I mean, the team in VS is already like a family. Everyone's comfortable crapping around and scolding each other hahahaha. I love that family. :) Hopefully we'll build up and get even stronger and break into the top teams in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel so sucky I hate flu. I ate medicines which make me feel drowsy and slur my speech but I still don't want to sleep hahah. I spend too much time sleeping! I can't go to school tmr, meaning I can't go for training either. Suckssssss. Ohwell can rest and recover for this weekend. 2 matches! Against Hurricanes on Saturday and Zarf on Sunday. Omg zarf. Scary :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to watch NCIS season 6 now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1865596661870851504?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1865596661870851504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1865596661870851504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1865596661870851504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1865596661870851504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/saints.html' title='Saints'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDHZ-4Xx3nI/AAAAAAAAB9E/f9DvUJjN0bc/s72-c/20475_1248829934235_1034051694_30728189_4286521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5724101193721640869</id><published>2010-07-03T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDQkVLaygTI/AAAAAAAAB9U/hmnVknjM9hw/s1600/Farahin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDQkVLaygTI/AAAAAAAAB9U/hmnVknjM9hw/s640/Farahin.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest sister from another mother, happy 16th birthday! :) Its been ages since we've met, I miss you alot la really you busy girl. Hmm another year living, another year knowing you. I don't know how long we've been siblings though, although when I checked back to last year's birthday post to you we were already siblings. Heh. That makes it one year plusplus! WOAH. :))))) Okay sis, another year older, legal to watch NC16 movies, and a whole load more responsibilities coming your way. I know you're smart and responsible and capable of doing whatever is thrown your way. Study hard for O's! Take care and make sure you don't forget about me eh eh eh. ;) Love you sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaay birthday post over. :D Today was hell man. Woke up at 11 after my dad banged on my door, bathed and got ready to go for Friday prayers. My neighbour was going too so we ended up going to the mosque together. During the prayers, it started raining! Ah and it was sooooo heavy. Luckily I was indoors. I waited for the rain to get a little lighter before moving off, but my luck was bad. It started raining heavily after that so I got a little drenched. Waited out for the rain to stop at some shelter, but it didn't look like it was gonna die down so I went to take a bus back to Tampines Int. One stop, extremely stupid haahah. Took 292 home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaming for like 2 hours, I left for training. And I must say, training today was hell! I now have aching legs, back and addition of pain for my aching arms. Hahaha. Mr Amir got reallyreally pissed off during one of the drills and he shouted at almost everyone. The worse thing is that 12 people exactly turned up for training. Which is reallyreally little so everybody was shacked during training. I got shouted at for not putting my stick on the ground hahaha. But the drills went on and everyone settled down and he got more relaxed. Probably because we were playing properly now. After that, proceded to play 2 periods of 20 minutes, with 5 people on each side excluding keepers. We played without substituting out. It was HELL. Damn tiring after the drills, and now the game. Haiyo! But I guess everyone was playing better and properly after Mr Amir scolded us. Especially me. (x &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I'll get to score my first goal this weekend against NUS Saints. I'm still waiting for my first goal in Div 1. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, and I'm getting a headache. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5724101193721640869?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5724101193721640869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5724101193721640869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5724101193721640869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5724101193721640869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/07/frin.html' title='FRIN'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TDQkVLaygTI/AAAAAAAAB9U/hmnVknjM9hw/s72-c/Farahin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6527133466484447753</id><published>2010-06-27T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:02:15.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your usual update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY0QXSYJkI/AAAAAAAAB7s/4nS2fOq3t7c/s1600/35549_137396786274155_100000115029983_391342_6028740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY0QXSYJkI/AAAAAAAAB7s/4nS2fOq3t7c/s640/35549_137396786274155_100000115029983_391342_6028740_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more freedom I've been given, the more I realise I want to stay home and spend time with my family. I mean, usually I just tell my mum where I'm going and with who, she'll say okay and I'll be off. She doesn't question me much, except on days where we've got plans as a family and etc. But lately, or namely this holiday, I realise I didn't want to go out, that I just wanted to stay at home, rest, and spend quality time with my parents and my siblings. Strange? Maybe not. I guess thats the side-effects of having late nights in school almost every day since school started. Most of the times when I reach home, my siblings would be asleep and I'd be just in time to wish my parents goodnight. On saturdays, I will usually have training or div 3 games. Sundays I have religious class and recently, div 1. So yeah, time spent with my family is at a bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also recently our family got shocking news. Our maid, she's worked for us for 9 years. Unfortunately she got diagnosed with cervical cancer a few weeks back. Fortunately it can be treated, but she'll have to be sent back to recuperate with her family. 9 years is a long time, she's indispensable to the family really. She cooks well, cleans well, and she's more like a part of the family. Ah well. God gives us these tests from time to time. I certainly reflected well into my life. Having cancer ain't easy. Especially when you're away from your family. My mum has been working hard, cooking, cleaning, doing all the household chores while my maid recuperates, Fortunately there's me and my other siblings who can pitch in so it ain't too back-breaking for her. My dad and mum are my heroes, really. (Y) The amount of money they spent to try help my maid recover is quite immense. Certainly people have asked, "Why spend so much on your domestic worker when she isn't even a part of the family?". My parents had a simple answer, "She's done so much for us, and we're merely doing this little to repay her." Yes, its true. 9 years working for us she's done loads. And to think about it, if a human life was at stake, wouldn't you try your best to save it? Money can be recovered but the loss of life can never be. I wholly understand now. I respect my parents highly for that. Unfortunately, I sense many still don't see the rational behind doing it. Humans, given a mind to think, but some not having the heart to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life's been pretty much the same. I didn't study much and I told my mum honestly about it. She knows that I have no motivation to study and the fact that I dislike my school now just adds on to it. I apologised to her but amazingly, she understood. I knew deep down, it would be hard to swallow but that fact itself gave me that flicker of inspiration to salvage what I can for mid-years. I've been playing CombatArms most of the time, sleeping at 4am and waking up at 2pm. I rarely go out except for floorball-related stuff and rare outings with friends. The rare times going out with friends though, still got a kick in them. Oh and I haven't been back to school a single time since school closed for the holidays. Nooooow, lets talk about floorball. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago we had matches back-to-back on the weekends. We won Moosemen 5-3 on Saturday and nearly won our opponents on Sunday, Merahans. It was a very close game with both of us getting the same total shots on goal but they converted one extra, I guess. And mind you, Merahans are a very good team with a few national players and loads of outstanding players. They're always the top half of the league, and top 5 maybe. So my team did awesome against them, I must say. I seriously think playing in this league gives me loads of exposure and things to learn from. Seeing very skilled players play still takes the breath out of me. Respect, most certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from floorball, there have been those rare outings with friends. One was overnight cycling with some members and also the Timbers outing. The overnight cycling was one very fun but tiring outing. Started out with 4 people, but in the end there were 7 people. Well things happened and I'm not gonna elaborate but it certainly gave us another story to add to the members portfolio. hahahaha. If we were gonna write a book about our journey together, JK Rowling would have gagged at the stories we tell. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY64CqM8VI/AAAAAAAAB78/Y-_b-r8CjEQ/s1600/17062010157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY64CqM8VI/AAAAAAAAB78/Y-_b-r8CjEQ/s640/17062010157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY6pTxRlkI/AAAAAAAAB70/aoJ4N7ntvHw/s1600/17062010149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY6pTxRlkI/AAAAAAAAB70/aoJ4N7ntvHw/s640/17062010149.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was the timbers outing at Marina Barrage. It was fun! Twister, Kite-flying, card games, random chitchat and the usual merepek-ness with the girls and guys. It had been ages since I've met the lot, but they certainly didn't change from the usual people I spent plenty of my time with&amp;nbsp;during the post O's period. But still, I kinda miss the outings we had back then. Which were plenty and sometimes just so random. Picnics, chalets, bowling, etc. Lepak to the max! Then that last picnic we had where everyone was nearing the date on which we all got our results. Ah, those times. Those times.. I really miss not having a hectic life. I'm sure everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY87fvDuPI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TpGPjppakTg/s1600/33429_439040603454_774353454_6129595_1962425_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY87fvDuPI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TpGPjppakTg/s640/33429_439040603454_774353454_6129595_1962425_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY89ePqBgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0wswrco6UCo/s1600/35560_416240599752_672509752_4397668_2287765_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY89ePqBgI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0wswrco6UCo/s640/35560_416240599752_672509752_4397668_2287765_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY8_bgezjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/bOJJHZV6iD8/s1600/35560_416257689752_672509752_4398203_4847042_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY8_bgezjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/bOJJHZV6iD8/s640/35560_416257689752_672509752_4398203_4847042_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY9ARvQ16I/AAAAAAAAB8c/RYiWv_mWEH4/s1600/36941_439035818454_774353454_6129121_1100155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY9ARvQ16I/AAAAAAAAB8c/RYiWv_mWEH4/s640/36941_439035818454_774353454_6129121_1100155_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel happier after blogging! Haha. Maybe thats what was missing all this while eh. A small part of my life dedicated to blogging. But well, this brings an end to my post for today. I think I'll try updating more often. To all those reading, have a good term. :)&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp;Hi sis, I miss you and I love you. I haven't forgotten about you, sis. Remember, whatever whenever forever. &amp;lt;3 Study hard okay, you'll be rewarded well. I worry about you sis, but I know you can do it. I hope to see you succeed, and not cry. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6527133466484447753?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6527133466484447753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6527133466484447753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6527133466484447753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6527133466484447753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-your-usual-update.html' title='Not your usual update.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TCY0QXSYJkI/AAAAAAAAB7s/4nS2fOq3t7c/s72-c/35549_137396786274155_100000115029983_391342_6028740_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5932824208262665949</id><published>2010-06-08T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:02:26.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TA5Rzg06LMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/SbV_mOvPxWY/s1600/haziq.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TA5Rzg06LMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/SbV_mOvPxWY/s640/haziq.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi! Meet Shila. Haha my ooooooooooold friend. K not so old she's pretty young and I made friends with her last year. I met her during TPJC menifestasi recently, an awesome kickass show. My $6 was well-spent there. She was the karut for the girls' dikir barat and I must say, she did a good job. So did the other girls, or rather the two I know, suhaila and haziyah. The guys dikir was kickass insideout. They did a reallyreally good job. Luqman was karut, he did a very awesome job. He was also acting in the drama and he was reallyreally good. Baik ah luqman, we all proud of you. :D Besides that, it was awesome to see my brothers and also sisters whom I have not met for a reallyreally long time. Busy I guess, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo I know I haven't been updating my blog for a reallyreallyreally long time. I didn't feel like it, besides I was really busy. Life hasn't been too good recently. I mean, friends are okay I've made plenty in VJ but none I can really fit in with. My brothers from vs are all busy with their own lives and I'm afraid they move on and forget about all the good times we've had. But well, thats life. The only things that keep me going now are my family and floorball. My family's always here for me, and as for floorball, my passion for it is undying. I can't seem to stop playing it, I just want to keep on improving and improving and prove all doubters out there that I am at least div 1 material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about floorball, there have been so many milestones in my life about it. Firstly after our loss to MJC in the semis, we lost to RI(JC) in the 3rd/4th placing. We could have really won them, but since I have space to rant I will. I scored VJC's first goal, a counter attacking goal that I dribbled from defence to the opponent's half and scored. But coach benched my line, which included our capt, vice capt and marshall, the dsa. So in short 3 very important people. So from there an own goal was conceded by RI(JC) and we were leading 2-0. But that lead was destroyed as they scored 4 more goals and we lost. Of course, the blame was on me for scoring that goal on my own but what the fuck. Coach benched us because he said we did not follow his system, but thats bullshit. I mean, who benches the line which just scored? Grr. Til now I'm still angry with coach. That brought an end to the 2009 campaign. A bright start, but a fucking disappointing ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that my debut in SFL Division 1 was 3 weeks ago. We've played 3 games so far but I haven't scored a goal. So far, we've got 1 wins and 2 losses. Lost to NUS Nemesis and Skools Innebandy. But personally I think our performance shows good potential, since we're relatively a young team and this is only our 2nd year in Div 1. For me and a few others, its our first year in Div 1. Helps me gain so much in terms of skill and experience. Div 1 is really physical, and also very technical. Seeing the more experienced teams life Skools Innebandy and Z-Athletica Red Flamingoes really take the breath out of me. These are the teams who have players I really want to play like. But I must train muchmuchmuch harder. :) Hopefully the rest of the season will be full of wins for us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so enough about floorball. Another interesting event! Youth Sports Conference (YSC) took place on 25 May to 27 May. I was pretty nervous since it was my first time facilitating or being a GL (group leader). Met my group on Monday, and they were pretty dead lol. All from different schools, different ages, different characteristics. Could see they were all so different. Like, there was one Polytechnic guy and the rest were secondary school kids. So yeaaaaaah. The first day of YSC, I was doing my best to make them talk to each other but the only ones who were responsive were the girls. The guys like to lay back and smile and just observe. But over the days as the got to know each other more, they talked to each other much more. For example, there was this guy in my group who was sooo silent and shy on the first day. But on the second and last day, he was talkative and joked around a lot with me and the girls. So its pretty fulfilling to see people transform over that short period of time. By the end of the third day, I was pretty sad that they were all leaving but happy at the outcome. And YSC was a really really good experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I have nothing much to say anymore. Except maybe about today. My sister got a new laptop for her birthday! Haha jealous much. But its okay, my laptop still rocks. :P&lt;br /&gt;K thats all I guess&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5932824208262665949?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5932824208262665949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5932824208262665949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5932824208262665949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5932824208262665949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/06/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TA5Rzg06LMI/AAAAAAAAB7U/SbV_mOvPxWY/s72-c/haziq.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2827284473780547470</id><published>2010-06-06T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:44:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even see the use of waking up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I lost that feeling. That good feeling where I looked forward to waking up, because of school, family, friends, floorball. Now, I only wake up because of family, and floorball. The rest of the world is crumbling around me. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2827284473780547470?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2827284473780547470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2827284473780547470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2827284473780547470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2827284473780547470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-even-see-use-of-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1854837022571909998</id><published>2010-05-14T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:03:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSFB girl's win &amp; my  brother's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-wkx0gLn3I/AAAAAAAAB60/jz2HOf1tJw0/s1600/4598981326_f39bc4b204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-wkx0gLn3I/AAAAAAAAB60/jz2HOf1tJw0/s640/4598981326_f39bc4b204.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I guess I'm still getting over the fact that we lost. Can't help the feeling, honostly. The flashbacks on the match keep on occuring and I keep on regretting the fact that I didn't take the shots. People keep telling me its okay, we fought hard. But I just new we could have salvaged the game. Ah, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on wednesday the day after our match, I went for 3 freaking match supports. Volleyball girls, floorball girls, and soccer girls. But I must say that I am extremely proud of the girls floorball for beating RVH with a score of 9-0 and qualifying for the finals. It was a reallyreallyreally good game by the girls and at least it made me happy, because they'll win the championship. I mean, tears, blood and sweat have been shed by all of us, so we're really hoping that effort the girls make in trainings will go their way in winning the gold medal. As for us, we still have next year to win it. Its a long wait, but that gives me more time to train up with the guys. I've decided to quit hockey. I mean, its not like they want me in the team anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky tmr I'll have floorball trainings. VJ training, and after that VS training. I'm really looking forward because I'll have fun and can finally take my mind of things. Its never easy going on with life with yourself full of sorrow and disappointment. So yeah, stress reliever. Besides, we still have 3rd/4th placing against RIJC to prove our championship material. And on the 23rd of May, Div 1 will start! How exciting. :D Hopefully I'll gain a whole lot of experience, and it'll go a long way in helping me be a better player overall. Hopefully I can score a debut goal too, having never played in div 1. Wish me all the best guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-woGsv21cI/AAAAAAAAB68/nYpF1eSxgfc/s1600/Picture%283%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-woGsv21cI/AAAAAAAAB68/nYpF1eSxgfc/s400/Picture%283%29.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-wos6oW-4I/AAAAAAAAB7E/9urGb1LgafI/s1600/DSC00898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-wos6oW-4I/AAAAAAAAB7E/9urGb1LgafI/s400/DSC00898.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On 12th May, my little bro turned 5! Ahh so old alr. I still remember the times when he was a little cute curious boy. How time flies, how people grow, how they change. I love you brother! Hope you grow up to be successful in life. Must play floorball too, and go to Victoria School. Amacam? Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1854837022571909998?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1854837022571909998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1854837022571909998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1854837022571909998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1854837022571909998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/05/vsfb-girls-win-my-brothers-birthday.html' title='VSFB girl&apos;s win &amp; my  brother&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-wkx0gLn3I/AAAAAAAAB60/jz2HOf1tJw0/s72-c/4598981326_f39bc4b204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5437762459877952199</id><published>2010-05-11T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:17:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing doesn't mean its the end, its just the beginning for us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-qlnARG-nI/AAAAAAAAB6s/kLWhqTzFNN0/s1600/4598363077_b49e618f60.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-qlnARG-nI/AAAAAAAAB6s/kLWhqTzFNN0/s640/4598363077_b49e618f60.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Scoring a goal important to the team, whatever the outcome, was an honour. VJFB, all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So months of hard work training, came down to this. I mean, the clash everybody was expecting for the finals, but unfortunately we met earlier; the semi-finals. VJC - MJC. Two teams I respect, one I'm playing for, another one I nearly played for. Well ... what a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scored first, with Marshall's beautiful goal from a free hit. And then they equalised through Wafiy. Then Marshall scored again, a wonderful backhand shot. And then they equalised again. And then they got another goal and were leading. And then in the third period, by a stroke of good luck, I equalised. We were all pumped up, ready to go. But maybe some things aren't meant to be. Takdir. Kai Liang got a 2 minute penalty and we conceded a goal, Jared the scorer. We huffed and we puffed but just couldn't get the goal back. Even after we were 4v2 during the last one and a half minutes, we couldn't get the goal. So, final whistle, we lost 4-3. Such a close game. Such a heartbreaking game. But its okay, we have next year to prove our worth again. I want to wish MJC all the best for the finals. Especially Azhari, Firdaus, Jared and Wafiy. The people the team depend on, all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha .. So the season is almost over. Maybe earlier than I expected? And without the desired results. The desire we had to win, it was burning. But lady luck decided not to sit with VJC this time round. At least so far, I've scored 3 goals. And beautiful goals at it, too. :) We'll come back harder for the 2011 season, guys. Train hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5437762459877952199?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5437762459877952199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5437762459877952199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5437762459877952199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5437762459877952199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-doesnt-mean-its-end-its-just.html' title='Losing doesn&apos;t mean its the end, its just the beginning for us.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S-qlnARG-nI/AAAAAAAAB6s/kLWhqTzFNN0/s72-c/4598363077_b49e618f60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3100026522586227676</id><published>2010-05-09T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:54:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no other way out. We're going into the court with one objective in mind, and we're getting out with that objective achieved. Because VJFB, we aren't only going to win, we're going to show them who plays real floorball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's win them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3100026522586227676?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3100026522586227676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3100026522586227676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3100026522586227676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3100026522586227676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-no-other-way-out.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1674831577792925619</id><published>2010-05-06T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:17:53.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I NEED SOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1674831577792925619?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1674831577792925619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1674831577792925619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1674831577792925619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1674831577792925619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-some-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3487139688211918916</id><published>2010-05-03T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:18:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Victoria! The end of Division 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S92Ry8GQ8-I/AAAAAAAAB6c/enTat-ZxQO8/s1600/4551060050_0934c95a80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S92Ry8GQ8-I/AAAAAAAAB6c/enTat-ZxQO8/s640/4551060050_0934c95a80.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an orgasm from seeing chelsea win liverpool 2-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh I'm just kidding. We're even closer to the title after playing a good match just now, and it could all be over if Manchester United screws up against Sunderland. So lets hope they do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo the past few days have been okay. Ups, downs. Blah, nothing much really. Thursday I went down to support the girls match against RI(JC). They huffed and puffed and played a really good game, coming back after conceding, and the score was 3-2. But a stroke of bad luck came their way, and RI(JC)'s captain scored the equaliser for them. They were sad, down, frustrated and disappointed, but I know that they'll come back stronger and go all the way. Double champions, all the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was nothing much too. Lessons as usual, up til 4. Many of the guys ponned physics practical, again. Haha I model student. :B At 4, I left to go for Youth Sports Conference Facilitator Training. Its this event happening 25-27 May and students from all over Singapore will be come to VJC to attend this YSC. I'm supposed to be a facilitator for a group, which will be pretty interesting since I've always wanted to try out to be a faci or and OGL. Hahah. I thought the training would be boring, but in the end I actually had a quite a bit of fun. Plus I learned a lot too. After the training, I walked over to VS for old boys' training. Finally got my stickbag! :D Trained and trained and played and played. Ended off at about 10pm. Then went for supper with Shaikh, Shukri, Leon, Mark and one other guy I forgot who. (x Talked and ate til about 12, and then I reached home at 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was an interesting day. Woke up tired, my legs especially feeling as though they were about to fall apart. But I looked forward to going to Choa Chu Kang Stadium. It was MS Victoria's last match in Division 3. So we went there, and played against SIM. Oh, and with only 10 players imagine that. It was a tough match, and they scored first. And continued scoring. Mr Amir was so pissed, really. It was one of the worst performances of our season, and also my worst performance in a match I could say, in 3 years. But we didn't give up and fought back, ending up with a 5-5 draw at full time. It was a performance many of us won't want to repeat, ever. But at least we ended off the league with a third place finish. Not bad, especially with a bunch of 14-17 year old guys competing against mostly older opponents. Honestly, I thought we could have finished first or second if the others were more consistent in coming for games. We had 20 players registered, but on average only 13 players coming down for every match. But anyway, it was fun and a good experience playing with MS Victoria. Especially with people like Adib, Matthew, Yusuf, Hamizan, Hadi, Ubaidah, Amos and Ezra playing with me. We truly bonded like a family, and played extremely well throughout the league. Hope to play with you guys again. :D And to the boys, WIN C' DIVISION! :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S92g5Fq2l-I/AAAAAAAAB6k/GTBv08Fcjts/s1600/01052010053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S92g5Fq2l-I/AAAAAAAAB6k/GTBv08Fcjts/s640/01052010053.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here are my brothers (hamizan and afi ain't in the picture) who I played with, improved with, lost with, won with, and got third with. I'm gonna miss playing with them, and looking forward to saturdays because I'll get to meet them for matches and lunch together, and all the craptalk we've done. It was great season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3487139688211918916?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3487139688211918916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3487139688211918916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3487139688211918916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3487139688211918916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/05/ms-victoria-end-of-division-3.html' title='MS Victoria! The end of Division 3.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S92Ry8GQ8-I/AAAAAAAAB6c/enTat-ZxQO8/s72-c/4551060050_0934c95a80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-116114657774370374</id><published>2010-04-28T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:22:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need someone</title><content type='html'>Today I ponned school - because I felt like it. Besides, I didn't have lessons. There was supposed to be investiture for CT and other stuff, then lessons at 10.20 but the thing is, I have a break at 10.20 all the way to the end of school, which was 11.35 because it was supposed to be a 'half-day'. Sooo might as well don't go to school right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9, then bathed and got ready for training. Took the train to woodlands and took the circle line! First time ever. I realised the circle line IS actually quite good. So yeah, alighted at Stadium station and walked all the way to Macs at Kallang. Breakfast/brunched with Annabel, Gracia and Mel and talked about looooooads of stuff. Saucy news! (x Then Joanne and Grace came and after talking for a while, we went over to Valhall for training. Training was the usual, although I'm not used to playing on Gerflor at Valhall, and that the place is so damn stuffy and small that I couldn't train properly. At the end of training, MJ guys came! Turns out that they had booked the court after us. Interesting.. Haha but unfortunately they were only the J1s, not the main team. So yeah, bathed and slacked for a while. Checked out the sticks at the shop and I went crazy! They imported so many new floorball sticks. Unihoc, Canadien, Exel. I loved the curve sticks! Just waiting and waiting for the Exel Doublecurve. After a while, I went back home alone. Long, lonely walks. Gotta love 'em. It made me think about everything that's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I have friends at VJ, but none I can really click with. None I can be myself with. None I can truly confide in. I know people keep saying that it takes time, but its been nearly 4 months and I still don't know whats happening to me in VJ. Everyday I just feel .. lost. I go for lectures, go for tutorials, talk to people, play floorball. But I don't see a purpose behind me doing all that, except of course playing floorball. I feel as though I'm stuck somewhere I don't like, but I can never leave. Sometimes I just sit in the canteen, watching the world go by. People eating, talking, laughing, thinking, studying. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm the only one who goes through this shit. Being in JC, just sucks. I barely even have time, or a place to do my prayers. I'm sad. There is no peace in my life, only stress and pressure. God, help me like you've always did. I need to find my way back to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-116114657774370374?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/116114657774370374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=116114657774370374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/116114657774370374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/116114657774370374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-need-someone.html' title='I need someone'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8523874359397547162</id><published>2010-04-28T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:35:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/deadoffence" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/deadoffence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8523874359397547162?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8523874359397547162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8523874359397547162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8523874359397547162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8523874359397547162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3576391022987507624</id><published>2010-04-27T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:18:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated - finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S9btjhqhngI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7OZWETLewUU/s1600/4547957978_ca0cfc492a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S9btjhqhngI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7OZWETLewUU/s640/4547957978_ca0cfc492a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would kill to have at least one normal day of my life when I get to go home early and relax. Swear. Life's been so hectic lately, I never get a chance to go home early. Or say, be home before 7? Yeah only once or twice in 2 weeks. I'm really that busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what's been happening in my life? Nothing much really. Lets start from the most memorable experience during these past few weeks. Well, we lost to SAJC 3-0 in the semi-finals for hockey. The girls, however, won SAJC 4-0. So we had the 3rd and 4th placing match which was really really interesting. Drew 2-2 after extra time, despite being the team creating so many chances and nearly scoring 2-3 more goals. So it went to penalties. It was reallyreallyreally nerve wrecking, but in the end we won it! :DDDD So 3rd we are. On the friday, we went to watch the girls' hockey finals. What a game! They won 4-0 against SAJC. Afterwards, we went to Ion Orchard's Swensens for a sponsored meal! By some of the parents haha yay! :D Thanks whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwardddddd to last week because the recent weeks have been not much of a thrill. More monotonous, and BORING. :O Soooo last thursday we had our first A Division floorball match. Played against Hwa Chong and won them 7-2! We played a really good game and I scored one goal. A volley some more! :DDD Haler. Yesterday we just had another match, against Yishun JC, the toughest competitor in our group. I played a horrid game, and so did the rest. We weren't really on form. But we still won them 5-3, after a hard-fought match. Got a little scolding, but other than that we're ready for the next game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else is there to talk about? Haha. Oh yeah, I've decided to quite combined schools and play for the VS old boys. Love their company hahaha training's always so fun with them. Going home after 12 on friday nights just because of supper with them after training rockkkkkkkkk. Besides, the players are all really skilled so I learn a lot from them. Apart from that, uhm studies? No comments hahah. I guess I need to find more time to update about my daily life! D: Been neglecting this blog for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody bothers to tag anymore. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3576391022987507624?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3576391022987507624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3576391022987507624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3576391022987507624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3576391022987507624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/04/updated-finally.html' title='Updated - finally!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S9btjhqhngI/AAAAAAAAB6U/7OZWETLewUU/s72-c/4547957978_ca0cfc492a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4465549627149699167</id><published>2010-04-06T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:19:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7tQCwoCd7I/AAAAAAAAB6M/-8psAfV6Nhw/s1600/tackle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7tQCwoCd7I/AAAAAAAAB6M/-8psAfV6Nhw/s640/tackle.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got bumps, cuts and bruises all over my body. But I ain't complaining, because defending for my team is what I love to do. VJ hockey, all the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4465549627149699167?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4465549627149699167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4465549627149699167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4465549627149699167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4465549627149699167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-got-bumps-cuts-and-bruises-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7tQCwoCd7I/AAAAAAAAB6M/-8psAfV6Nhw/s72-c/tackle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1717151072201676085</id><published>2010-04-01T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:19:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone - gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7S1ePacWtI/AAAAAAAAB58/2k1K3Myv05Q/s1600/26824_373020319598_510764598_3755384_5076785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7S1ePacWtI/AAAAAAAAB58/2k1K3Myv05Q/s640/26824_373020319598_510764598_3755384_5076785_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jauh di mata, tetap dekat di hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 4 years since I've known Fawwaz and it's sad to see him migrating to somewhere so far, all of a sudden. All the times we spent together, all the memories, all the shit we endured, all the fun we had. Well, we won't be having much together anymore, but its those memories that we all have made together that I will keep close to my heart. As you said, there's always facebook and msn, but damn thats wholly different from seeing the person right in front of you. All I have to say is, have a good life there bro. All the best in your future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been quite .. no not quite, its been really tiring. Lets talk about monday, tuesday and wednesday. On monday, came to school and then I was released at 11.35am. After eating, slacking around and changing, we had a short video session highlighting our mistakes and what to look out for in the game. We were going to be playing against MI. So after everything, we set off for Delta Stadium. And theeeeeen, after warming up and everything, IT RAINED! D: So after waiting, it was decided that the match was to be postponed. So the next day (Tuesday) I went straight to Sengkang Sports &amp;amp; Recreation Centre in the morning (and got lost otw) and then we played the match. What a match .. They scored first, but then we responded with 7 goals. Heheh. So the final score was 7-1! :D Woah woah. Hahaha. Then went back school and got an ice bath! I swear I felt damn good after that. My legs were sooooo light. Oh then went to bathe after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY PHONE GOT FUCKING STOLEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised after I left the shower room and went to the canteen. I checked everywhere but couldn't find it. And what more, when I tried calling, it was switched off. Ahhhhh my heart damn pain I tell you. Contacts + stuff = all gone! I now have to go through the long and irritating process of getting back all my contacts. Which is fuhreaking annoying. Ahhhhhhhh )))))))): People keep saying that its good cos I'll be getting a new phone but I want my old phone back a thousand times more than I want that new phone. But if I do get to buy a new phone, I would want the Samsung Pixon12 or SE Aino or SE Satio. Although the Pixon12 is one of my toptop choices! :D Buuuuuut my contacts and everything. D: Need time to build them all back. OR if anybody reads this and knows my number just text me! So I'll have a muchmuchmuch easier job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaay what else. OH YEAH! Semi-finals of hockey A' Division will be held at 4.30pm at CCAB, Bukit Timah. Be there! :D We'll be playing against SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; A promise I shall keep after so many failed relationships. &lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1717151072201676085?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1717151072201676085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1717151072201676085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1717151072201676085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1717151072201676085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/04/phone-gone.html' title='Phone - gone.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S7S1ePacWtI/AAAAAAAAB58/2k1K3Myv05Q/s72-c/26824_373020319598_510764598_3755384_5076785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7777988279628462045</id><published>2010-03-28T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:25:41.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye is the last thing anyone would want to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S69HUPm4bAI/AAAAAAAAB50/ITbV-MDy0jg/s1600/18541_292049988610_689288610_3423166_4769178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S69HUPm4bAI/AAAAAAAAB50/ITbV-MDy0jg/s640/18541_292049988610_689288610_3423166_4769178_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My heart is weighed down heavily, and I fear for my form in tomorrow's match. Friday night was a time my heart really sank under, shattered. Til now, I feel it. That feeling I can't just describe, except for the disappointment and sadness I feel deep in my chest. Tonight, my dear brother, Fawwaz, will be migrating to the Middle East. He's leaving at 12, but I'll sacrifice my sleep to send off one brother who I have built such a strong bond with, both in and out of school. Sad. I really can't describe anything right now except it is all related to that word. God, help me. Make me focus and forget, for tomorrow's match against MI. We need to get into the semis. And trust me, we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7777988279628462045?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7777988279628462045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7777988279628462045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7777988279628462045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7777988279628462045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-is-last-thing-anyone-would-want.html' title='Goodbye is the last thing anyone would want to say.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S69HUPm4bAI/AAAAAAAAB50/ITbV-MDy0jg/s72-c/18541_292049988610_689288610_3423166_4769178_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-9008565234234277544</id><published>2010-03-28T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:20:12.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S64FZTGsgPI/AAAAAAAAB5s/06GZ7lRdDp8/s1600/25651_354408972848_516002848_3657780_6832297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S64FZTGsgPI/AAAAAAAAB5s/06GZ7lRdDp8/s640/25651_354408972848_516002848_3657780_6832297_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is no other way to live life, other than with minimal regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it'll always be better to release my frustration and anger in floorball, but I just realised today how wrong I was. Today MS Victoria School played against a team called Fat Boys Slimming, and we won by a narrow margin of 4-3. They were quite a tough team, with big and fast players. And they were one of the rare teams in Div 3 who had commendable technical skills. So anyway, we were leading throughout the match so it was a good game played. Although I was really really disappointed with my performance today. I tried my best to focus in the match. I got my head in the game, but my heart didn't want to play. There was just this really heavy feeling in my heart. I played without my heart today, and I totally lost my calmness and composure in the game. That resulted me in getting a 2-minute penalty and with it, my team conceded the third goal. It was totally my fault. :/ But anyway after that, some of us went over to Food Culture and lunched together. Then 168 back to Tampines together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that short 'outing' with them I discovered a whole lot about the current VS teams and the politics going on. And truthfully, I'm really disappointed with how they treat the VS floorball team and Mr Amir. Its true what Mr Amir said, they deserved that 10-1 loss in the final to wake them up to their senses about their imperfections and stop being so cocky. A team with two sides honestly, is not a team. Look at the team in '09, how bonded we all were. And look how we gave those Merahans a run for their money. Thats why I entrust my juniors to pull the B Div team next year, and hopefully without getting any trouble from the usual idiots on the team. Come on, what the hell are you all trying to do. Smoking, getting into all kinds of shit. Smoking will certainly just kill your stamina and fitness. Its not even cool. I know each and every one of you who smoke so if I hear anything more about it, promise me none of the old boys will give you a good time. And all the politics in the team ... Mr Amir has given so much to VS floorball, even spending his own money on equipment for the school team. The school doesn't give that much money to buy all the boards, etc. At least give back to Mr Amir what he has given and sacrificed for the team. Even quitting coaching at RP so that he could concentrate on you guys. Mr Amir is a good coach, whatever you guys want to say. He made so many of us from nothing to something. Just ask any old boy, they will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-9008565234234277544?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/9008565234234277544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=9008565234234277544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/9008565234234277544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/9008565234234277544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-minutes.html' title='two minutes'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S64FZTGsgPI/AAAAAAAAB5s/06GZ7lRdDp8/s72-c/25651_354408972848_516002848_3657780_6832297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3064946512622637721</id><published>2010-03-27T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:20:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't a combined schools player, I am a victorian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S6ztGqe14tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/sgQ_E5b11C4/s1600/DSC03065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S6ztGqe14tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/sgQ_E5b11C4/s640/DSC03065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, today, today. Bad day, a really bad day. How worse can a day get? Two really unfortunate things happened to me today, but for the sake of privacy it is something I shall rather not blog about. Just that my life is gonna be really miserable and tough these next few days. So sorry in advance, if I do anything wrong. Today is seriously the worst day to get any shit in life. Especially with my div 3 match tmr, and both the A' Div quarter finals matches on Monday and Wednesday next week. But hey, I guess thats life the way I live it. It'll affect me, but I do not know how. There is so much anger waiting to be released, maybe it'll be of use in the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway today after school, I went for VJ trainig for a little while. Then I walked over to VS for the Victoria Skools friendly match with MJC. It was a really good match, and we played really well. Won them 13-4, and I scored two goals. From defence some more. :) I love Victoria Skools floorball. So much in fact, I am seriously considering dropping out of combined schools to play for VS. These are players I already have a bond with, and can play well with. Combined schools is full of people I don't know and people with different talents and skills in floorball, just trying to show off that they're the best to fight for the space in the team. But then again, the benefits of playing for combined schools; colours award, trip to australia for the girls' APAC this year, and lastly being able to play for APAC next year. I'll miss out on a lot of opportunities if I quit combined schools, but my loyalty is still with Victoria Skools. Oh, and a slightly less important note that VS is playing in the top division league in singapore, while combined schools is in div 2. I really don't know hoooow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know why you did such a thing to me, _____.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3064946512622637721?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3064946512622637721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3064946512622637721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3064946512622637721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3064946512622637721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-aint-combined-schools-player-i-am.html' title='I ain&apos;t a combined schools player, I am a victorian.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S6ztGqe14tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/sgQ_E5b11C4/s72-c/DSC03065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5564331198336726400</id><published>2010-03-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:44:33.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>As you move into new stages of life, you neglect things around you. Friends, family, proper rest. And now, I've neglected my blog! The last time I posted was daaaaays ago. Frankly because I have no time, or when I do have time I just do not feel like blogging. So how shall I describe the past 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainings, competitions, lectures, tutorials, long breaks, short sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainings keep me occupied every single day. If its not floorball, its hockey. If its not for VJC, its for VS old boys or Combined Schools. Yes, I commited myself to four teams. So I might say that all the fatigue and my worn out body stems from all these trainings. VJ floorball trainings are pretty tiring, a lot of running. And the physical .. Wow. VJ hockey is a tad more enjoyable. I don't know why but I'm starting to enjoy hockey a lot more than I used to. Maybe its the nice company, maybe its just the way hockey is played. But yeah having training with the hockey guys is fun! Be it stickwork, or physical. VS old boys training is supeeeeeeeeer intensive but I don't feel tired during the training, I'll be running so much and only feel the pain in my thighs after training. I think cos mainly the company there is great. All my seniors like Afiq, Shukri, Faizal, etc. And they are like damn good. I improve a lot when I play with them, seriously. In terms of gameplay, passing and others. Like woaaaaaah. And they aren't even in their Div 1 modes yet. Hahaha. And we've had a few friendlies and the recent one was a match against OneWest Spartans, and we won them 27-10. :D I scored 3 beautiful goals. Woo! :D As for combined schools, I won't really say the guys there are like woah. Only some are good, and especially when we saw some of the merahans play yesterday. There were about 30-40 people yesterday and apparently nobody was cut from the team. But some guys got called out and asked to buck up by the next training, I think? Yeah. Unfortunately I don't think I can go for the next training because ... Well that leads me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaaaah. My A' Div hockey tournament has been awesome so far. I missed the first match against NJC due to illness but the team won 4-0. The second game was against TPJC, and I played the full game as a right back! Haller. We won then 2-0. And just recently, we had the toughest fixture in the group stages against Innova. Played at right back again, and special mention goes to Joseph for coming at half-time in left-back and doing a greaaaaaaaaaat job! So yeah, it was a really tough match but we had LOADS of chances. We won 1-0 courtesy of a beutifully done drag-flick by Raj, our captain. But seriously, we should have scored a lot more. Our midfield, wingers and forwards did a very very very good job. We're through to the quarter-finals! Next match against MI on Monday, and ACJC on Wednesday. A day's rest on Tuesday! Thats gonna be really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another competition is the NUS floorball tenses we played last Saturday. Damn, that was a good day despite us getting only 3rd. We won NYJC 3-0 and MI 10-1 in the group stages. I scored a goal in each match. :D Then we were pooled into the same group as NUS and NUS Alumni. As they call it, the "Champions League". The top 3 teams from all the group stages. So yeah, we played against the Alumni first and sadly to say, we lost 5-1, despite playing what I think was a really good game. They were Div 1 players! I think we played well. Then against NUS, we lost 1-0 which was reallyreally sad. We could have got 2nd place! But it was a good effort, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha school has been cool so far. I mean, lectures are complicating. Especially chemistry! D: I suck at chem. Breaks have been the normal, eat or go to the computer labs. Although I'm starting to study during my breaks because I seriously miss out a lot of lessons due to matches and sickness. And I'm going to miss a lot more matches when floorball season starts. And after school, I have absolutely no time to study so all I have are breaks. And in terms of friends ... Well I haven't really been making much progress. HAHA. Its like I'm so busy with work or hockey or floorball I can't find time to socialize. This, coming from haziq? (x Yeah but its pretty much true. And some people are seriously making my time in vj very ... assholic. Ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5564331198336726400?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5564331198336726400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5564331198336726400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5564331198336726400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5564331198336726400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5214903341629564952</id><published>2010-03-07T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:20:37.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMBERZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5Ozf8XYRBI/AAAAAAAAB5c/PI8yO8iFlJ0/s1600-h/Timberz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5Ozf8XYRBI/AAAAAAAAB5c/PI8yO8iFlJ0/s640/Timberz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The more I think about it, the more I miss the timberz. Of course, some people are not included in this picture, and some people are excluded from this picture (heheh). Well its been AGES since we've had a proper get-together and had real fun! I mean, thats what I'm really lacking of in VJ. Real malay people to have proper fun with hahaha. The random-ness of the group, and the ability to talk about anything even though we're two different groups of people brought together by coincidence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Reading Aisyah's blog, I realised that I felt what she was feeling. I mean, I sensed that joy in my heart when I saw her. Like finally, somebody I knew WITH THE SAME MEREPEKNESS AS ME HAHAHAHA WOO. \m/ I mean seriously, I can't find the same type of joy with the people I hang around with now. It seems that everybody is fading away, too caught up with each others' lives. Like the last time I saw a few of the memberz was on friday, the match against RIJC where hamzah played for his school, and Ziyad Wisnuh Dzafir and Saufi came down to watch. Oh, and not forgetting Mar. The familiar old faces, the faces that gave me reassurance somehow. Believe me guys, your presence helped me in my match. Having old friends around ... the best feeling in the world some would say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I mean seriously, when was the last time we hung out? Ages ago. Fawwaz is leaving soon, and I guess thats the time when everyone, I repeat EVERYONE should gather no matter what they have on their day. I mean, its our brother leaving us. I don't want only the memberz to be there, why not the whole of timberz aye? He's gonna leave us, well not forever, but something along those lines. So guys, please, I am begging you, please come. Seriously when will you guys ever make anymore time for one another? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Andddd there'll be a chalet that I'm having where everyone can meet up! (Y) Looking forward to seeing you guys really. And having another dose of merepekness that'll last me for a few weeks before finally being able to meet up with you guys again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, I seriously miss you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5214903341629564952?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5214903341629564952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5214903341629564952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5214903341629564952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5214903341629564952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/memberz.html' title='MEMBERZ!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5Ozf8XYRBI/AAAAAAAAB5c/PI8yO8iFlJ0/s72-c/Timberz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7837227621423627871</id><published>2010-03-06T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:20:48.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love floorball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5JYHM1BDXI/AAAAAAAAB5U/McDUYmPy3rk/s1600-h/Nurlings%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5JYHM1BDXI/AAAAAAAAB5U/McDUYmPy3rk/s640/Nurlings%21.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in agesssss. Been really busy haha. This week was pretty hectic, with me falling sick, and other stuffs. Bleargh really. I can't remember all that happened this week because it just passed in a flash and all I remember are random stuff during lessons. HAHA. Lessons have been confusing, to say the least. Can't really get stuff into my head. But the company has been great! Like I'm getting to know more and more people and its embarrassing to know that people know your name and you don't know theirs. Hahaha. Oops? (x Otherwise school has been fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo what else is there to talk about. Oh yes, yesterday we had a friendly match against RI(JC). It was a really tough fight. After 3 periods, we only succeeded in getting the scoreline to 2-1. In the final period though, we managed to get 5 goals in to make the score 7- 1. It was a really high-intensity match, full of action. But what was agreed was that the match was a game won by a group of only 9 players, the capt and vc, the 2 keepers, and the rest were the appeal and DSA guys. We huffed and puffed for the team but the others did not contribute much. In the end&amp;nbsp; the coach put in us 9 guys only for the last 2 or 3 periods. It was really really tiring. I guess the other guys need more exposure to playing in games. But anyway it was a really nice game that I played. One of the highlights was when one of the forwards went on 1v1 with the keeper and I sliced in at the perfect timing before he shot to save our skins lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES I almost forgot. On wednesday, marshall, afi and me went for combined schools trials! Met akmal, chee yong and daniel lim there. The trials were okay. I discovered that quite a few schools have started out on floorball now. Good to know that floorball is expanding in singapore. (Y) So yeaaah after like 3 hours of trials the names of the people who would go though the next round of selection got called out and I went through! Happy happy. :D Oh, so did afi, marshall, chee yong, akmal and daniel lim. Haha what can I say, BAIK AH VICTORIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now back to resting.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7837227621423627871?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7837227621423627871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7837227621423627871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7837227621423627871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7837227621423627871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-floorball.html' title='I love floorball.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S5JYHM1BDXI/AAAAAAAAB5U/McDUYmPy3rk/s72-c/Nurlings%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3574033001625935426</id><published>2010-02-28T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:12:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4oXPi5UW5I/AAAAAAAAB5M/_9QzRVN3iuY/s1600-h/prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4oXPi5UW5I/AAAAAAAAB5M/_9QzRVN3iuY/s320/prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To lose faith in one's self is probably the start of a horrible end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do all I can to make myself a better man. I admit, I've lost sense of my priorities and the important things in life. I've been too caught up with school, with trainings, with friends that I forgot one thing that was once very important to me; my religion. I haven't been praying regularly, I haven't been remembering god, I haven't been thanking god for all that he has given me. It is my pride, my unknowingly growing pride that makes me forget what helped me time and time again when I was faced with troubles, worries, lost hopes. It was my faith in god. I promise, I will change. Life's been empty. I shall fill it up again, with prayers and belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3574033001625935426?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3574033001625935426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3574033001625935426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3574033001625935426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3574033001625935426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-lose-faith-in-ones-self-is-probably.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4oXPi5UW5I/AAAAAAAAB5M/_9QzRVN3iuY/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4114624591255884757</id><published>2010-02-27T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:41:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extremely tired - but the training was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4114624591255884757?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4114624591255884757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4114624591255884757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4114624591255884757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4114624591255884757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/extremely-tired-but-training-was-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3524429743690127625</id><published>2010-02-25T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:21:57.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A summary of sorts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4aIgs4eDpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/_Vmy6fqE1KE/s1600-h/22767_325086921136_786511136_3545775_4196558_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4aIgs4eDpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/_Vmy6fqE1KE/s640/22767_325086921136_786511136_3545775_4196558_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm happy. Finally, finally a day when I go home before 8. :D I haven't posted in quite a while. Been really really busy. My life has been like, woah. Busy and tiring, to say the least. Despite that its been pretty fun. VJ has been awesome. Lessons, okay lah. But my class and clique make it so fun!! :D And my floorball friends. Also other people I made friends with. The people are really friendly lah. I can just go up to somebody and say hi and we'll be friends. HAHAHA kidding but seriously people are really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets seeeeeeeeee. What's been happening in life. Apart from lessons and trainings and other shit, nothing much really. School's mainly been fun because of the many breaks between lessons. :D Imagine, on wednesday I have a 2hr 20 minute break lol. Spend that time eating eating eating, crapping and occasionally studying. But after school, thats when it gets tiring. I'm in both the hockey and floorball squads for nationals and I have training almost every single day. Only on rare days when training gets cancelled do I get any rest. But as I train, I really feel my stamina coming back to me. I just need to persevere more. Oh and this injury of mine, its still here. Wish it would go away. :/ Okay so yeah still about training, let me seeeee. Monday and Thursday, I have hockey training. Wednesday I have hockey AND floorball PT. Tuesday, friday and saturday I have floorball trainings but luckily I have div 3 matches on saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about div 3 matches! Last saturday was our first match in 3 weeks. We played against MJC and won them 7-4. :D The VJ pair contributed 3 goals! Afi scored 2 goals and me, 1 goal. My goal was just a simple tap-in after an awesome pass by afi. This week, we still haven't got any damn fixtures. Stupid SFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tmr is cross-country! Like woaaaah. But I'm not running cos I'm injured. (: Wish I could run though, it'll be fun! Then I'll be having an MCS meeting and at 6.30, Mr Amir's club training! YAY! :D Okay I wanna get some shut-eye now. I'm damn tired. Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3524429743690127625?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3524429743690127625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3524429743690127625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3524429743690127625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3524429743690127625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/summary-of-sorts.html' title='A summary of sorts.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4aIgs4eDpI/AAAAAAAAB5E/_Vmy6fqE1KE/s72-c/22767_325086921136_786511136_3545775_4196558_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1062188624854171286</id><published>2010-02-24T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:22:15.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4U-peWIj0I/AAAAAAAAB40/BWjiFxefE5U/s1600-h/22767_325086906136_786511136_3545774_3364586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4U-peWIj0I/AAAAAAAAB40/BWjiFxefE5U/s640/22767_325086906136_786511136_3545774_3364586_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life, it is like that. You can only hope for the best, and pray that everything works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1062188624854171286?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1062188624854171286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1062188624854171286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1062188624854171286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1062188624854171286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-life-it-is-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S4U-peWIj0I/AAAAAAAAB40/BWjiFxefE5U/s72-c/22767_325086906136_786511136_3545774_3364586_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4392595024626462664</id><published>2010-02-16T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:22:30.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full attendance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3qyJAPYcsI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GKBa1zuwYOw/s1600-h/haller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3qyJAPYcsI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GKBa1zuwYOw/s640/haller.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today. Today, was amazing. It was finally we have full attendance for the 'Pack Of Wolves'. In the picture up there, try to imagine ziyad instead of endy hehe. Yeah, all of us! :D It was great. I love my brothers, my brotherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4392595024626462664?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4392595024626462664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4392595024626462664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4392595024626462664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4392595024626462664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/full-attendance.html' title='Full attendance'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3qyJAPYcsI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GKBa1zuwYOw/s72-c/haller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7409610818859184069</id><published>2010-02-16T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:22:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Old Victorians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3bK7tO0U8I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ue6zZfbi-Ho/s1600-h/young+old+victorians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3bK7tO0U8I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ue6zZfbi-Ho/s640/young+old+victorians.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Old Victorians rocked SLI '10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I haven't updated in a while. I've been really busy with JC life and stuff. VJC's been ... well, fun. I really enjoy myself! Especially with kick-ass classmates. But a minus point, I'm still injured so I cannot play floorball really well. D: Ohwell. &amp;amp; Its official, I'm in hockey too! Haha crazy life I have. (x&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lessons have been pretty much okay. Plus point for me is that I haven't fallen asleep in one lesson at all hehehe. I already have homework! But its pretty light so I guess thats fine. Wait till the heavy stuff comes in ^^ Math has been okay. Basically a revision of what we've learnt. Physics, doing pretty light stuff. Chem, we're doing redox and another topic now! But I have to revise quite a little cos ... I suck at chem. Heh. Econs, confusing! But yeah I like it. &amp;amp; My lecturer is also my floorball teacher-in-charge. Spicy. GP has been a little dry because my teacher likes to talk about personal experiences and be philosophical HAHAHA. PW, not really that interesting just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO YEAH. A summary of lessons. Hahaha. Apart from lessons, my breaks are awesomely timed. (x Thursday was friendship day! It was pretty interesting, I should say. Balloons, yoghurt, gifts, all around. Its nice to see how certain events are celebrated in vj. The atmosphere is really .. hyped up! I like it. And everybody is so friendly. I love it :D Friday was chinese new year celebrations! VJ's celebration was a tad nonsensical but fun. After that, went back to VS and met our teachers. Its been so long! Okay ah not that long but still. There's so many new teachers, and a few teachers have moved out. Quite a change, really. Apart from that, everything seems the same. Miss the atmosphere in VS. Although I prefer the way teachers treat us in VJ. In VS we're still treated like small kiddies. (x After that went to solat and parkway with my brothers! Omg I really missed them. Finally got to meet them. Saufi's hair = SLOPEEEEEE. After that had floorball training. Despite not being in full fitness due to my injury, I still ran quite a bit. A wrong decision haha cos my foot hurt even more after that. Bathed, and went home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats my schooling week! Nothing much to note during the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7409610818859184069?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7409610818859184069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7409610818859184069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7409610818859184069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7409610818859184069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-old-victorians.html' title='Young Old Victorians'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3bK7tO0U8I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ue6zZfbi-Ho/s72-c/young+old+victorians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6670031815348858043</id><published>2010-02-09T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:23:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of JC lessons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3A3vY5gmdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TaOETW6oT6M/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3A3vY5gmdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TaOETW6oT6M/s640/DSC02912.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treehouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi. Today was the first day of lessons in veejay! It wasn't half-bad really. A little dry during some lectures but otherwise the tutorials were quite ... engaging. Today we had to report to school only at 8.40 so I decided to take bus with Huimin. But 31 was filled with ITE students until takleh sumbat lagi so we took 27 to airport then 36 to school. WE WERE NEARLY LATE HAHA. Like we entered and then they closed the gate. (x Okay so after that had Econs lecture and Mr Loke is our lecturer! Wah but like abit dry. Theeeeeeen went back to class for GP tutorial. After that was econs tutorial and the teacher seems fun!! :D Haha whee. Afterwards we had a break. So ate with the classmates and then went for math lecture. Started on surds! Haha like refresher ah I forgot almost everything about math. After that ... FINISH SCHOOL. Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After school I met up with Ziyad and Wisnuh at Bugis and shopped around. I wanted to get myself a laptop sleeve but couldn't find one so yeah. Sooo after that went to VS! There was SLI. Then we went over to parkway afterwards to eat. Long time since I've met the rest so ... whee! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a side note, my foot still hurts. Argh. Like, it doesn't seem to be recovering and I'm really worried. I looked it up and there's two possibilities. Its either a bruised heel or a stress fracture. I seriously hope its not the latter. Both need lotsa rest though so I guess I won't be going for PE or training for one or two weeks. Which is really sad since I need to regain my fitness. Nationals are not far away. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6670031815348858043?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6670031815348858043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6670031815348858043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6670031815348858043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6670031815348858043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-of-jc-lessons.html' title='First day of JC lessons!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S3A3vY5gmdI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TaOETW6oT6M/s72-c/DSC02912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2276335927060846203</id><published>2010-02-07T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:23:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injured, still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S27Y9iSw52I/AAAAAAAAB34/HnvYR_S1Zq0/s1600-h/group+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S27Y9iSw52I/AAAAAAAAB34/HnvYR_S1Zq0/s640/group+photo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Holy shit, school starts tmr. Hahaha. Lessons! My first JC lessons of LIFE. (x I'm pretty excited, but nervous. Ohwell. Will be seeing the awesome foursome tmr hahaha. And ryphon 5! :D On another note, I'm still injured and I don't really feel my foot getting better. Its still in pain. :( I'll have to sit out another week of trainings or so I think. I'm sad because I really want to train and its only 2 months away from nationals. Please foot, recover fast. :/ Okay, I should get some rest fr lessons tmr. All the best to the rest of you people! :D Enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is post number 800. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2276335927060846203?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2276335927060846203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2276335927060846203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2276335927060846203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2276335927060846203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/injured-still.html' title='Injured, still.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S27Y9iSw52I/AAAAAAAAB34/HnvYR_S1Zq0/s72-c/group+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6623221939745517661</id><published>2010-02-06T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:23:41.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VJC Mass dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S21JisVwh7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/JZ38I81jpCw/s1600-h/22567_298894541136_786511136_3457238_4446295_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S21JisVwh7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/JZ38I81jpCw/s640/22567_298894541136_786511136_3457238_4446295_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Ryphon 5, the people who made my start at VJC a fantastic one. They're the best! :D Soooooooooo yesterday evening/night was VJC mass dance at The Fountain of Wealth at Suntec. It was awesome! :D Met Chengling and Huimin over at Simei and then went to City Hall to meet the rest of R5. After the rest came, we all went over to Suntec Macs and had dinner. So much stuff happened! Haha so fun so fun. Taisheng and Chengling should know. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At about 6.30 we all went over to the fountain and slacked around while waiting for the hype to start. We played some MRT game which was damn fun! But so painful heh. Okay so mass dance itself was AWESUM. Like I was so high and hyper I just went berserk and WOOO at every single moment. Hahaha. It was so fun! Like going with the floorball guys, creating a chain and shouting out random names. Just awesum. The VS guys also did one train, and cheered all the way! Competed with the cedar girls too. Heh. At about 10, most people dispersed and I went for supper at KFC with the R5 people. Then, home with Chengling. I can't really describe the Mass Dance in words but it was so amazingly fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6623221939745517661?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6623221939745517661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6623221939745517661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6623221939745517661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6623221939745517661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/vjc-mass-dance.html' title='VJC Mass dance'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S21JisVwh7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/JZ38I81jpCw/s72-c/22567_298894541136_786511136_3457238_4446295_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1469749166527665470</id><published>2010-02-05T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:23:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S2vKHu43s0I/AAAAAAAAB3g/EfqRPysn9yE/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S2vKHu43s0I/AAAAAAAAB3g/EfqRPysn9yE/s640/DSC02918.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome&amp;nbsp;Foursome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since I'm at home and I have some time to spare before I go for mass dance later at Suntec, I decided to blog! Today was really really fun. Went to school in our pe attires, and then after assembly we all moved over to East Coast. After a fantastic performance by VJ Knights, we went off to our respective stations as a class. Or rather, group because the class had to split into two. So first station was really stupid. Siamese soccer, we waited but didn't get to play! After that was Splash Splash Revenge. It was kinda like dog and bone, but with some spinning included. And the ones that reached the middle first got to splash the losers. :D So at that time I played, I got to splash people! HEHE. So fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards we went to do some obstacle course. Thenthenthen we played captain's ball with another class! Omg that was awesum. Cheryl was the defender, me and David were wingers and Fangning was the forward. The other team members were just scattered about(x Although Rish did a really good job defending too. Cheryl was great hahaha. Me, David and Fangning played really well together and we won 10-2! :D After that we played volleyball!! Same people, and with our classmates. Against S38 I think. Hahaha we ownnnnnned. 21-6! :D Wooooo S42 ROCKS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh oh and after that was the fun part! There were some teachers riding on a speedboat. So Cheryl knew one of the teachers, Mr Teo. AND WE GOT TO RIDE THE SPEEDBOAT WOO! It was so fun omg. I've never been on one before. Like speed here, speed there, sharp turns. And the wind in our hair! It was a really really awesome experience, no doubt about that. It was roughly a 5-minute ride, but one of the best rides of my life :DDDDD Afterwards just slacked around with the Awesome Foursome and classmates, before going back to VJ to take a bath and then head to the mosque for friday prayers. Met Mr Amir and Mr Zuraimi! Wah I really miss VS. ): But loving VJ right now heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woo off to mass dance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1469749166527665470?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1469749166527665470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1469749166527665470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1469749166527665470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1469749166527665470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/sea-sports-carnival.html' title='Sea Sports Carnival'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S2vKHu43s0I/AAAAAAAAB3g/EfqRPysn9yE/s72-c/DSC02918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1181143565897675800</id><published>2010-02-05T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:23:51.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10S42 &amp; Ryphon 5</title><content type='html'>HI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in like years. Sooooooooo much stuff has been happening for the last few days! Been returning home at like after 9 every single day. But it has been so much fun, really. Despite the fact that Ryphon 5 had to split up and we were all allocated our classes, I managed to make friends with my classmates real quick. &amp;amp; They're really fun people! So yeah I have no regrets at all about joining vjc now. I'm certainly going to lead a fulfilling life in this college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation was certainly fun. I got to know and get close to my SOG and meet people like Sherman, Taisheng, Huimin, Cheng Ling, Clarice, Adeline, and some others. A weird bunch but well, we get on pretty well. (x The whole of orientation was spent with them. OH and not forgetting my awesome seniors! Justin, Joanne, Sheila and Stephanie. I loved joking around with them and like doing stuff with all of them. Especially the last day of orientation, WET GAMES! :D After the last day of orientation, we all went to airport and ate at popeyes and bonded a lot. I must say a few of my secrets had to be revealed but ohwells. We played truth or dare and I discovered something reaaaaaal interesting. Heh. We all parted at around 10 on that night and I went back with Huimin, who lives just 2 blocks away from mine. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about my class! 10S42!! I entered the class first, wondering what my classmates would be like. The signs weren't good. The first five people to enter were PRC scholars omg. Then IP students. Then my saviour: David! Hehe yaaay. And then there were some IP guys, and OMG NOW I REALISED THAT THERE ARE NO LOCAL GUYS WHO AREN'T FROM IP EXCEPT FOR ME DAVID AND JONATHAN. Hahaha. So yeah, yesterday we all went on our first class outing to parkway! Hehe. Makan lunch with them. Theeeeeen, today had the&amp;nbsp;Outdoor Rumble. This was even better cos we got to communicate and socialise with one another. Got to know that Cheryl was quite crazy, like me. Hahaha and almost like the Timbaktu people too. And Fang Ning knows alot of people I know. (x So it ain't so bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I participated in the Tiger Fashion Show today! Got sabo-ed by my classmates. Had to catwalk in the hall in front of the whole JC1 batch in some nonsensical tiger outfit designed by my classmates. Haha it was cool! They did a really cool but merepek outfit haha. I was a TIGER!..WOODS. Hahahaha. So yeah, didn't get&amp;nbsp;a prize though. The rest of the day went by smoothly too, thankfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now the question is, how's everybody else doing?&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1181143565897675800?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1181143565897675800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1181143565897675800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1181143565897675800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1181143565897675800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/02/10s42-ryphon-5.html' title='10S42 &amp; Ryphon 5'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8682358051540000614</id><published>2010-01-30T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:24:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Maybe all I need is time. Time to get used to the hectic JC life, time to get to know my peers, time to re-establish my fitness, time to relax. I mean, that's how life goes isn't it? I just need to calm myself down because that whole cycle of getting new friends and getting used to a new life is here again. I need to be my usual self and befriend whoever, however they might be. On my fitness, well the training's are gonna be tough with all the 4km runs and everything but give myself time, it'll all seem normal soon. And also the possible fact that I'm going to be converted to a forward by Yan, my coach, just like how Mr Amir converted me to a forward last year. My captain said I'm not bad as a forward but the fact is I love playing in defence more! "Your volley goal damn steam sia." Words from my captain about my goal yesterday certainly cheered me up. (x Ah well. Next week I'm gonna re-establish myself as the fun guy anywhere I go. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really miss you sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8682358051540000614?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8682358051540000614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8682358051540000614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8682358051540000614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8682358051540000614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6735482433888940755</id><published>2010-01-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:37:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. I promised my mum that I won't go out this week but damn, fate says otherwise. (x If only I could padlock my ass back at home, that way I won't go out hahahaha but painful ah. Okay so I actually fell sick yesterday. Runny nose, fever, all that sheez. So I took my meds and woke up at 12 today. The others were spamming my phone with calls and messages so I decided to get up, bathe and go to The Cathay and meet them. Apparently we were watching Legion and I was super excited because I thought it was a good show but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't watch it people. Swear, wasted my 6 bucks. The only interesting parts were the old lady and the ice-cream man and the angel's wings. So after that we went to plaza sing and freaking stoned for like ages. I got bored and took a few rides on the escalators hahaha. Oh and nice new polo tees at G2000! :D Again sia. Oh then finally their friend came and we went to eat at Pastamania! Maaaaaan the girls were noisy. After that, we went to cotton on and rubi! The shades were like, 2 for $10. I got em! (x After that some of the girls had to go so in the end, me, huda, fik, farhan, syazza, dhiah and amirah went to esplanade rooftop to lepak! I loved just watching the clouds go by in the night sky. Made me think .. Ah well. It was awesome. Left at like, 9 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have training tmr! Gosh its been so long. My fitness sucks I swear. But technically ... :D&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6735482433888940755?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6735482433888940755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6735482433888940755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6735482433888940755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6735482433888940755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-3850239506715566991</id><published>2010-01-23T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:45:31.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First loss</title><content type='html'>I'm finally home proper.(Y) I missed home. I love my life. I mean, its exhausting and frustrating at times but I really love my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so MS Victoria tasted her first defeat in the Floorball League just now. We lost 5-2, to who else but Pasirian Pirates who were on inspired form. (Hamzah, I still think they took steroids or like fucking heroin before the game. Swear sia.) Ezra was on inspired form too. He was spectacular in goal. We played well, overall. Like really well. Its just that there weren't enough shots on target and their keeper was really.good. I took quite a few shots on goal but the keeper kept saving them. Ohwell. It was a good game though. After that, banquet with sayang and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has been spectacular! Like, 5 days at chalet omg. I can't remember all we did but it was certainly a damn good and fun chalet and an awesome end to our 4 years being in the same school together. Also, a good way to end off our brotherhood in the same school and hopefully, that brotherhood will continue on in JC/poly and beyond. Because we have spent so much time, money on one another. Laughter, fights, anger and frustration have been equally felt by each and everyone of us and I'll say, that was what made us stronger because whatever it was, we would always be united. So I hope all of us will stay close in our respective institutions despite all the new friends and buddies we will gain and all the distractions we will encounter. I know this is gonna be a tad gay, but damn I love you all like my own brothers. Despite there not being much to do in the chalet, the comfort we have and our understanding of one another ensured that there was not one moment when we were bored. Remember, whatever it is, in the end its not our distance that will keep us apart if our hearts are as one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-3850239506715566991?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/3850239506715566991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=3850239506715566991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3850239506715566991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/3850239506715566991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-finally-home-proper.html' title='First loss'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-6799785249747896781</id><published>2010-01-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:57:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S1HObtGE0lI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/9ItR9UzprVM/s1600-h/Photo0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S1HObtGE0lI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/9ItR9UzprVM/s320/Photo0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesum! :D Woke up at 8.30 and then got ready for my match. Met afi at Library bustop and then coincidentally Ezra was on the same 168 as us. So bus-ed to Woodlands. Met sayang on the train and then we walked from Yew Tee to CCK stadium. Once we reached, we changed and just crapped around while waiting for Mr Amir to come. &amp;amp; As expected, he teased me because sayang was there hahaha. So after the whole team arrived we began our warm-up and then Mr Amir briefed us. We were feeling quite jittery because the 'big boys' weren't coming for this match, including Clement and Eugene. So the only 2 big boys were me and afi. So yeah, warmed up and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaan the match was crazy. We played damn well in the first period. A little bit worse off in the second period but the third period was just plain messy. But in the end, we emerged victorious with a score of 6-4 over SGS Bulldogs. And I scored the last goal! What a screamer it was. From behind the half-line, a drag shot deflected off the chest of a defender and into the goal. I was soooooo happy I didn't what to do haha. Its one of the nicest goals I've scored in quite a while. But I've also got to give credit to my juniors who did much better than me in the match. Yusuf, Hamizan, Amsyar. They played really well! Even though they're small. Nonetheless, they gooooooood. Haha. Yusuf and Amsyar getting so many shots and attempts on goals. And Hamizan with beautiful play and a beautiful first goal. Really have got to give commendation to them they saved our skins. With only 2 lines, we were running on limited fuel and we got tired fast, but we persevered and won. :) Next week's match against Pasirian though, I hope the rest of the Big Boys turn up. We can't possibly play with 2 lines against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and thanks farhan, sayang and baya for coming down to support my team just now! :D After our match, we slacked for awhile and watched the Warriors-Pasirian game and then I went to bathe and after that we decided to go to Banquet at Woodlands to eat. I got my Kimchi fried rice again! Yumyum love it I'm craving for some more now. After eating the four of us just sat down and talked about all types of nonsense haha. Then we took 168 to Tamp and after spending like how long deciding on where to go, the three of them decided to head back to Hougang and me, back home. HAHA. Waste time only take 168. But for me, I went back home straight and slept! Ah, the pleasure. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I can't wait for the whole of next week. CHALET!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-6799785249747896781?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/6799785249747896781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=6799785249747896781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6799785249747896781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/6799785249747896781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-awesum-d-woke-up-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/S1HObtGE0lI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/9ItR9UzprVM/s72-c/Photo0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2537461717436691296</id><published>2010-01-15T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:35:33.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar's 17th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Decision has been made - its VJC for me. After days of fickle-mindedness and deep thinking, my path has revealed itself. Yes, my friends, Farhan, Saufi, Fawwaz, and possibly Luqman will be going to MJC. But I guess for my future, VJC it shall be. It causes such pain in my heart being separated from my brothers with whom I have had so much fun with, and shared sorrow with. However, I hope that we'll be close still even though we can't be in the same school. This goes out to the rest who are close to me too, you know who you are. We might be in totally different places, but whatever it is our hearts must be as one. No matter whichever college/poly we go to, we mustmustmust meet up at least twice a month eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Soooooo, Wednesday was cool. A whole group of us Timberz went out to the MJ open house. Saw whatever there was to see, and had our fair amount of fun (looks at huda and thinks of happy biscuits hahaha). Met a whole lot of people at the open house! Like our friends from vs, and elsewhere. After that we decided to head over to ehub and Huda blanja-ed us pastamania! Omg thanks huda we all owe you. :D So basically in pastamania we crapped a whole lot and took a whole lot of pictures too. Afterwards I went over to Saufi's house with Taufik and Farhan to grab the guitar. Took bus to tampines central, split up with Taufik, and then I sent Sayang back home, with Farhan. We split up at Hougang and I sent her back home and then fortunately got the last bus back home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yesterday(Thursday), was AWESUM. Saufi apparently planned a surprise for Mardhiyyah on her 17th Birthday to take place at her void deck and I could say that although it started out abit dry it got fun as time went by! I met up with sarah at her house first and then we went over to Mar's place where Farhan, Huda, Dhiah and Liya were already. The others in the form of saufi, afi, hamzah, ziyad, fawwaz, baizurah and iffa came incredibly late hahaha. So we discussed what to do and etc, got ready with the party poppers and sprays and the cake (which I totally liked. Aisyah makes good cakes!) So we waited for Mar to come down and then when she did, me and farhan totally spammed the party poppers thingy at her. We finished up like more than 10 ourselves hahaha. After that, we went to Masjid Istiqamah and prayed. The whole lot of us then took 76 to Parkway and walked to East Coast. There, we bonded and played cards and soccer and a whole lot more. I love the Timberz! :D It was such a big group but basically we had so much fun. I always love going out with Timberz. At around 7, we split up and me, sarah, farhan and taufik went over to the hawker centre and ate. We then split up and I sent sarah home. Fortunately I didn't have to catch the last bus home heh. :P Love you sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh, and all the pictures are up on facebook. Check em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2537461717436691296?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2537461717436691296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2537461717436691296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2537461717436691296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2537461717436691296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/mars-17th.html' title='Mar&apos;s 17th!'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-75389417569618294</id><published>2010-01-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:07:59.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>It was only yesterday I got my results. But I felt as though a long time has passed and the reality still has not sunk in at all: that I got a raw L1R5 of 8. After subtracting the bonus points, I'll get 4. Enough to get me on my own, into VJC science stream. It was a pleasant surprise for many people. Myself, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the day by meeting up with Luqman, Afi, Hamzah, Saufi and Fawwaz at Tampines. We then took 31 to school. Went to Masjid Kampung Siglap, and prayed zohor. I also took some time to ask Allah for the strength to face whatever results I would get with a brave front, good or bad. I prayed long and hard, and then off we were to school. By then most of us had hearts which were beating so rapidly. The suspense, the horror. It was all the hard work we had put in for 4 years, combined into this one day. I swear, the feeling was more intense than taking all the o level papers together. Just every step closer to school, every second on the clock made our hearts beat faster. It was truly a nerve-wrecking experience. So yeah, we sat down in the hall waiting for the hour. 2pm! So yeah, somebody made an announcement that it was time. So we went up to the hall, and sat in our classes. Principal made his speech, talked about our results as a whole. This year we didn't do that well. 10.8 as a school average. It was because 8 people had scores of more than 20, sadly. Blah3, then the time came. He commenced the giving out of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahseh I tell you, when he announced that my heart made loop-de-loops in my chest. I was number 21, Farhan was number 20. So as our turn came closer, we could sense each other's fear. Oh, not forgetting that we had made a pact. Me, Farhan and Taufik, the Dynamo Dragons, decided not to look at our results immediately. We would receive them face down, and go to the back to the hall and open up together. So yeah, we got our results and straightaway went to the back of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Two. Three. We opened up together and looked at our result slips. I looked at my grades. Wow, not bad. I counted my grades. Was it an 8? Or a 9? Haha I couldn't really decide. So I asked Cikgu Marliana to count my grades for me, and she said I got an 8. I was shocked. I wasn't expecting a 8, really. I wasn't expecting myself to get below 10 even. So my dad called me and I went over to where he, my mum and my little brother were in the hall. I took a really long time to go to them so they thought I had got bad results. My mum asked, "So, how did you do?" I smiled and told her the number. She was shocked, so was my dad. But both hugged me after that. Unexpected, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realised that I had put in effort. Although it did not seem like much, I guess I studied smart, not really studied hard. So yeah, thats what helped me. I just really did not expect an 8 on that sheet of paper. I wasn't even expecting an L1R5 below 10, truthfully! But alhamdulillah, I was shown that I have the ability to study. My own mum expected me to get 12, my dad 15. I myself, was hoping for a 12 so that I could enter MJ. But surprises are plenty in this world, and not only did I surprise myself, I surprised my friends and all the people around me. Like what Mr Amir said, "Who would have guessed that this .. mat, with the lepak attitude and look, would get an 8. This is really a smart mat." I am sure many people's reactions would have been that too. Even my sister said that her friends' reactions were like that! But for me, I'm just happy to prove people wrong, and to prove to people that malays are capable of studying and doing well for exams. Mengharumkan nama2 orang melayu di luar sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 for english, combined humanities, malay and emath. A2 for physics, bio and higher malay. B3 for Chemistry and Amath. Truthfully, I would have expected my amath to get A1 so I'm pretty disappointed with myself. As for english and emath, I was expecting A1s so alhamdulillah. Combined humanities was a complete shocker. Going from D7 in prelim 2 to A1 in o's. Wow, yeaaaaah. As for physics and bio, I was kinda expecting an A1 but I guess A2 is good too! Higher malay, I expected a B3 or B4 but fortunately, I got A2. Chemistry though, was rather expected because I didn't like it. Heh. Overall though, I'm very satisfied with my results. I'll work hard in JC, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone who has been there for me and supporting me. My teachers, my parents, my family, my brothers, my friends, whoever have been there for me. For those who didn't believe in me, shame on you. But I guess I get to prove you wrong, at last. :P Oh and of course, thank Allah s.w.t. for answering my prayers and allowing me to be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-75389417569618294?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/75389417569618294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=75389417569618294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/75389417569618294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/75389417569618294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/eight_13.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1083459563721839438</id><published>2010-01-10T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:36:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Div 3 Match</title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the day. Oh gosh, its fast. Like seriously. Couldn't imagine myself getting results and in the end, I'm getting my results tmr! D: But as I said on my fb status, whatever happens, whatever I get, its done and its over and there's no changing it. So I'll face tmr with a brave front and a smile on my face. So yeah, THE day. 11 January 2010, 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about the past few days now! Aha. Friday. Woke up at 12 and straightaway bathed and went out for solat at Masjid Wak Tanjong. Then met Shabeer, Taufiq, Wan, Khair, and a few others on the train. Cabbed to The Cage and what else, we played soccer from 2-6! Shabeer invited his chinese seniors and they played so fcking rough and weren't friendly like the rest. So yeah, after that went back home with Shabeer and Taufiq and had ngaji at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (saturday) was a really long day! Woke up at 8, then took 168 to Woodlands with Clement and Eugene. The bus was so fuhreaking slow. Met afi at Woodlands, then we took MRT to Yew Tee and walked to CCK Stadium. Reached a little late and the changed, stretched and warmed up. Discovered the rafflesians weren't coming. But we weren't so worried because we knew we could more or less cope without them. So yeah, we started off with the first period being quite draggy. We were 3-1 up by then. Second period, we were up 7-2. Despite that I wasn't that happy with the team because I knew we could play better. We were giving away possession too easily and not taking enough shots. And communication wasn't there too. So I urged the team to give their best in the third period and jokingly told them that scoring 8 goals would make the scoreline pretty damn nice. Haha and we improved significantly in the third period and scored 8 goals and conceded 1. What's the chances of scoring more goals in one period than you score in the other two! Haha but in the end I was very happy and I believe the others were happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooling down, debriefing and bathing, I went to meet up with Taufik, Farhan, Ziyad, Hafidz and Wisnuh at SP. Went to play a little floorball with the SP guys and then went to eat at Food Court 4. After that, went to Ngee Ann poly! Checked out the engineering courses. Then we went to the engineering school and looked around. After that we split up with Ziyad Wisnuh and Hafidz. Me, Farhan and Taufik stayed on to Watched Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Taufik left halfway though, so it was only me and farhan. So yeah, afterwards we went to Taufik's house and sleptover. That's all! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what will tomorrow bring?&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1083459563721839438?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1083459563721839438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1083459563721839438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1083459563721839438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1083459563721839438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-div-3-match.html' title='First Div 3 Match'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-4589520502213882336</id><published>2010-01-07T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:55:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was awesum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met saufi luqman fawwaz hamzah and afi at macs. I coincidentally met Baya and said hi to her and all she could say was 'Oh, you're the one.' HAHA. Went out, took bus and went to TP open house! It was .. okay lah. As in, apart from VJ and MJ, I will be considering poly too because their courses are interesting. Like say, aerospace engineering. And some integrated facilities management course, I think. The interesting thing about it is that when you have gone through 3 years of the course, in university if you continue with the same course of study, you can get like one year off. So instead of 3 years at university, you only go for 2. And poly is more hands-on and projectwork-related. So its quite interesting to me. Ah well, I'll consider when I get my results on Monday. No sweat, no stress. Just have to pull myself together and be strong no matter whatever results I have. Either I'll be jumping with joy, or silently appreciating whatever I have because whatever it is, its done and I have to continue with life and not regret it. Oh by the way the guide was super annoying hahaha I bet the guys can agree with me. Met quite a few people there too. Like Nasir, Wan, and another VS guy I forgot. All our seniors who went to TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we bus-ed to tamp and prayed, then took train to kallang. Met up with Nana, Aisyah, Taufiq and Shabeer. Charis and Dhiah came slightly afterwards and we went to Kallang Leisure Park. Liya joined us there. Bowling was fun!!! The first game was slightly suckish but the second game was holysex. Hahaha. Fawwaz got 148 and I got 104. I was second! But big difference there. After the games we went to eat at KFC and then played a game at the arcade. I played this supercool machine gun game with Izzat. (Y) We all set off after that and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have 2 packed days of plans! Tomorrow I'll have a plan to play soccer at The Cage with the guys from Team Marhaban. Look forward to meeting those people again! If you don't remember, they're the guys from Huda's chalet. So yeah, soccer with them from 2-6. Then I'll be at Fik's house to tidur. The next day (saturday), I'll have my first Division 3 match. FINALLY AFTER MONTHS OF DELAY. Against the vs warriors. Yeah, we have 2 teams in Div 3 and we're going to be playing against our juniors. HEHE. At 12, CCK indoor sports hall. Damn far zomg. -.- Ohwell. But I'll certainly be looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vzLxaEXTvdY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/vzLxaEXTvdY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fik, our theme song! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-4589520502213882336?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/4589520502213882336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=4589520502213882336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4589520502213882336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/4589520502213882336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-awesum.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5897933154387732989</id><published>2010-01-06T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:29:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The forced sleepover.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm at fik's house. I got forced to sleep over! Or rather just stay over since I do not want to sleep. I don't have my contact lens solution and casing so I have to keep them on til tmr morning! Ohwell. Heh. I spent my day ... slacking. Woke up at 12 and then bathed, ate, and then went out. Met afi at tampines interchange and then met up with hamzah and&amp;nbsp;went over to Valhall at Kallang since afi wanted to get a new floorball stick. But in the end he just changed his grip! Tsk pft meow. HAHA. So then went to pasir ris and met up with fik and farhan. Fik went to alter a few shirts and then we went to ehub and ate. After that went over to fik's house and just slacked and planned a little something. I kept wanting to go home at eleven plus but kept delaying, and in the end missed the last bus! D: Ohwell. So my fate was decided hahaha. I plan not to sleep and stay til 5, then go home. I'm sleeeeeeeeeepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5897933154387732989?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5897933154387732989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5897933154387732989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5897933154387732989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5897933154387732989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/forced-sleepover.html' title='The forced sleepover.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7688318440249019694</id><published>2010-01-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:07:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school! Woke up early, like after 2 months hahaha. I was quite sleepy in the morning, so yeah very blurblock. Bathed, and then dad sent me and my siblings to school. I was last, as usual. So reached school, went to class and met the dudes. Miss them! Assembly was long and draggy, I swear. Mr Maran had a 5-minute talk and Mr Low had an even longer one. About all the usual stuff. He then wished us all good luck for the year and then dismissed the sec 1s, who were going for their orientation camp. The rest of the day before recess was spent catching up with classmates and teachers. They haven't changed much. A little fatter maybe hahaha. Then finally, recess! I miss the canteen food. Ate nasi padang, the usual. Then went up to my class and discovered that the others were playing indian poker. What else, I join ah! Omg I miss those times. Then Mr Zuraimi came and we had our first math lesson of the year! Gosh I miss Mr Z. He's the best, seriously. After his lesson Mr Imran came in for physics. Interesting syllabus we have this year. Then came 2.15pm. Everyone's favourite time. Dismissal! After the bell I went over to 4D and waited for the guys. Soon most of the members came and we sat down and discussed where to go for the first day of school celebrations. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. I mean, all this would have happened if I was in school just now. HAHA. But seriously. I miss some elements of my school. Minus the study part and the disciplinary part, I MISS SCHOOL! D: This is really what happened during the others' first day of school. I woke up at 12, bathed, used computer, watched tv, ate, used computer, napped, and now I'm here typing this nonsensical post. Haha maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7688318440249019694?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7688318440249019694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7688318440249019694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7688318440249019694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7688318440249019694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-515144327510066605</id><published>2010-01-02T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:16:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Merahans, again.</title><content type='html'>Today my hopes, aspirations and dreams died. CHEY kidding I was just trying to get your attention. What a day .. What a day. Woke up at 6, rushed to vj for training. Training wasn't bad. It was a combined training with the girls! My first combined training ever. (x After that we had a break. Went over to Neptune Court's 7-11 and got some food. Ate, and then went back to get ready for our match against Bukit Merah. Unfortunately, we lost to them 11-2. ): They are good! Respect them for their playing style of course. We got thrashed mostly in the first period actually. After that we got used to their style of play and attacked more. Finally we scored through Marshall. I passed to Suffian, he passed across goal to Marshall, and oomph damn what a beautiful goal. HAHA. Second goal was scored by Hamzah. Dribbled past the keeper cheydebaaaaaah. I nearly got a goal myself. Beat the keeper, but unfortunately could not beat the post. (x Ohwells. After the match, watched the vj girls play against the girls team from Bukit Merah. The girl's team has some players which are actually very good technically! Aha. After that bathed, then went to Parkway and got ourselves some food at the hawker centre. Nice meal to end off a sucky loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-515144327510066605?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/515144327510066605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=515144327510066605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/515144327510066605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/515144327510066605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-my-hopes-aspirations-and-dreams.html' title='Damned Merahans, again.'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-9165521047300165929</id><published>2010-01-01T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:30:44.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: A summary</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should write a really sentimental post, but maybe not too much. I end off 2009 and the decade with happiness, and hope that the next decade will be full of it too. What can I say ... 2009 has been a rough year. Full of ups and downs! New friends have been made, some lost into oblivion. But thats the cycle of life and one can never stop it. I've learnt plenty this year. Experienced plenty. Done plenty. But one thing that I have learnt is never to regret and certainly, I don't regret anything this year. I started off the year all jittery and afraid - it was after all, my o's year. But looking back, o's was merely a boulder in my path. After breaking down that boulder, I discovered a meadow. Freedom, at long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a year it has been! I'll highlight a few memorable things that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. This has certainly got to be floorball b division. It was such a season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause*&lt;br /&gt;OMG ITS 01/01/10. ITS TIME!&lt;br /&gt;*Resume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to business. Seriously, it was such a season. We cruised through every game until we reached the finals. We beat every team comfortably, because of our hard work in trainings, our teamwork, and of course skill. We were THE team. The team to beat! We won match after match after match. And then came the final. We were beaten by a better team, I do have to admit. Final score, 6-5 to Bukit Merah Secondary. We came looking for gold, but silver was what we left with. Nevertheless, it was our maiden title in b division floorball and also something to be proud of. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Who won't agree that the big o's was certainly the event of the year. 3 long agonising weeks. That was when the journey in life reached that boulder in my path. I took 3 weeks breaking it down. It was tough, hell yeah it was. Looking back, it was an experience like no other. One I had to take, but I won't want to take again. Unique was what it was. After breaking down that boulder, gosh that was good. That was good. But with the end of o's it brought sadness for most. Because with its end, we were officially unattached from victoria school. For most of us, our home for 4 years. Where great friends were made, bonds formed, brotherhoods forged. I'll always remember you victoria school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. This is of course, all the people important to me. Let me post y'all up! Starting with sarah fadhuah, farahin, haseena, shila, farhan, taufik, saufi, afi, hafidz, luqman, izzat, wisnuh, ziyad, fawwaz, lidya. And of course, several of my floorball mates, members of timbaktu, my classmates, and last but not least all my friends! Especially those new friends of mine. You guys have made my life so pleasant and I really thank you all for that. I COULD NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING BETTER! Most of you have been here for me when I really needed you in particular sarah, farahin, haseena, dynamo dragons, saufi, and several others. To all of you, I never forgot you and never will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write more but I'm growing tired. Chiaosz.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2010!&lt;br /&gt;01/01/10. I love you sarah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-9165521047300165929?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/9165521047300165929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=9165521047300165929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/9165521047300165929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/9165521047300165929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-summary.html' title='2009: A summary'/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-2644930174002861373</id><published>2009-12-31T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:47:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My resolution for 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post about 2009, &amp;nbsp;an awesome year (okay some parts weren't) and then post all my real resolutions. Soon! HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-2644930174002861373?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/2644930174002861373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=2644930174002861373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2644930174002861373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/2644930174002861373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-resolution-for-2010-post-about-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5367764298428185318</id><published>2009-12-31T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:16:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a hell lot of fun the past 2 days! No, make that 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I woke up late and slacked around. Got ready to go for the OVA dinner of appreciation for medal winners. Met afi and hamzah at simei mrt, and then took train to school. Waited for hafidzhin for quite a while, and then went into school. Only to discover that the dinner was supposed to start at 7, and bing yu told us to meet at 5.45. Ass! Okay so blah3 the dinner was cool. Took a lot of pictures! After everything I split ways with the rest and made my way to Changi Village. Met up with Fik and Farhan, then after having supper we walked back to the chalet. The rest of the night is history, but I had pretty much fun crapping around. Ended up sleeping at like, 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day at 12. After bathing, we went over to Changi Village to have breakfast and then over to Loyang Point to get some groceries. Cabbed back to chalet and then we passed the time by karaoke-ing, playing cards, playing soccer, and last but not least four of us went to OCH and went in and explored all the way up the hill. Cool siaaaaaaaa. Afterwards back at the chalet, I got ready to go home. Took 59 with the rest of the guys, then dropped off at my stop. Back at home, psycho-ed my mum to let me stay another night but it was unsuccessful. So I just bathed, prayed, and went out to safra and went to watch the soccer match! Team Marhaban (the guys from the chalet) won 5-1 or something, I think. Entertaining match. Afterwards, the whole group went back to the chalet where we had BBQ! Since there were people jaga-ing the fire, the rest of us just went in and slacked. And what else to do when we have nothing better to do? CARDS! We played this really awesum game called Babi. I swear it was sooooo damn fun! Babi babi! (x At around 11, me and farhan decided to leave. Man I really felt like staying because they were damn good company but ohwells. (x Salam-ed everyone, promised to keep in contact with them and then off we went to the bus stop! The rest followed so we playing several rounds of pretty interesting Truth or Dare. Saufi met up with Mar, so in the end the 3 of us ended up taking a bus to changi village and then me and saufi took 59 back home. WOO! What awesum 2 days lah siaaaaaa. I didn't regret going to the chalet. At first it was a little akward because I didn't know them but after a right amount of crapping and card games, eh macam kawan lamer. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere Mehbooba.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5367764298428185318?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5367764298428185318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5367764298428185318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5367764298428185318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5367764298428185318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-hell-lot-of-fun-past-2-days-no.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-5597969317625548349</id><published>2009-12-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:18:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/Szjh1kuuVTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/iJa7-wm_0oY/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/Szjh1kuuVTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/iJa7-wm_0oY/s320/DSC02834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay today was quite a day! Woke up at 12 and after bathing, eating, and doing other random stuff, I got ready. Bus-ed to parkway and met Saufi and Mar at Roxy Square. Went to cut my hair! :D Up there up there up there! Hahaha. Oh, then we bus-ed back to tampines. Went over to G2000 and bought 3 shirts! Then we went to eat at Mr Teh Tarik and waited for Farhan, Huda and Nabilah. Once they came over, we tok 29 to Huda's mom's chalet! Her mom's students were there and overall, they were awesome company. I think I'm going back to the chalet tmr! :D Oh after that took 29 back with Saufi and Nabilah. Took til TPJC, then took a cab with Nabilah back home. Woo! Summarised my day perfectly. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-5597969317625548349?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/5597969317625548349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=5597969317625548349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5597969317625548349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/5597969317625548349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/haller-okay-today-was-quite-day-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/Szjh1kuuVTI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/iJa7-wm_0oY/s72-c/DSC02834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-1627664172777862540</id><published>2009-12-25T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:33:03.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Pack Of Wolves, We Are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was one hell of a night, possibly one of the best nights of my life. Saufi, Afi, Farhan, Taufik, Azmi, Ziyad, Luqman, Hafidz, Izzat, Wisnuh, Dzafir and I decided to have a healthy night of cycling. So we started, from East Coast to Changi to Pasir Ris. For many of us it was the first time we had this overnight cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, is history. Because the rest of us will all agree that it was a night to remember, an experience we will never forget. Especially for Ziyad, Taufik, Izzat and I. It was turning out to be a little more than what we expected out of our little overnight cycling adventure. And certainly, the most thrilling and exciting night that we have experienced by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its up to your imaginations to guess what happened. But trust me, you'll never imagine what we went through.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-1627664172777862540?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/1627664172777862540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=1627664172777862540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1627664172777862540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/1627664172777862540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-night-was-one-hell-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-8985568015582937585</id><published>2009-12-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:22:36.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back and after a proper rest, ready to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5 on friday and got ready. Left home at 7, and off we were. Entering malaysia, it started to rain. It stopped after a while and after a few kilometres of driving, we encountered heavy fog. Dangerous as it was, it was so beautiful. What wonders god can create. After that I fell asleep for 2 hours. Woke up, still in the car. It was a really long trip. Roughly 8 hours, possibly less I can't really recall. So yeah did random stuff in the car to get time to pass. And going up the mountains, it was pretty awesome seeing the wonders of nature and whatever along the mountains. And I got to touch clouds! :D I have a video but I'm too darn lazy to post it up. In the end, we got stuck in a 3 hour jam before reaching the hotel. Oh and our room was amazing! It was a 2-story room. The living room, kitchen, dining room and toilet were on the lower level, and on the upper level it was the bedroom and another toilet. It was great to see such a room after being stuck in the car for 12 hours. o.O Afterwards me and my sister went out in search of food because the whole family was too tired to go out to eat. Discovered a food court a few metres from our hotel and bought food and brought it back. Slept pretty early that night because I was really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, woke up and went out to look for brunch. Ate at this indian restaurant and had Naan. Nice! Hahaha. Then we went around and explored the town area. Bought a lot of stuff! It was all strawberry-themed because cameron highlands is well known for its fresh strawberries, flowers and tea plantations. So yeah, the prices weren't too bad either. I bought 2 fedoras, a scarf, and some other stuff I don't remember. Then we went in search of strawberry farms! But what was disappointing was that apparently all had run out of strawberries and we had to wait til the next morning. There wasn't even any self-plucking of strawberries ): Despite that, we managed to find a shop and bought 4 boxes of strawberries. True to what people say, they were so sweet! No regrets buying. At night, went out to get some food and shop more. Oh and it was soooo super cold. Not like in china, but slightly warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, we checked out at 10 and made our way to Malacca. I was really looking forward to Malacca because I just love that place! So yeah this time I stayed awake for the whole car trip. Then en route to the hotel from the outskirts of the town, we got stuck in a 2-hour jam. Damn, whats with malaysia and jams! In the end we reached the hotel at like, 3 or 4. Tiring much. I went to check in at the clubhouse and they told us they were no more club rooms available so we got upgraded to the suite! HEHE I like. So that night we went out just in search of food, and went to the pasarmalam at Jonker's Walk. Bought quite a few stuff there. Then back to the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I woke up late and rushed for breakfast. Ate and then went swimming! But the water was fricking cold so I got out after like 20 minutes. Went up to the clubhouse and used the computer there. After that went back to the room and bathed and went out for shopping. I bought 2 shoes haha and some other stuff. We went bowling! But I was very much off form. :p Then the arcade. Before maghrib we went back to the room and after doing our prayers and having a short nap, went out again and we watched avatar! Omg superbly awesum show I recommend everyone watch it. WATCH! We ended up going back to our room at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day! Damn I really did not feel like leaving but had to. Missing too much of people back home. :P Checked out at 12+, and then drove back. Ate at kotaraya at johor before going back home. Haha damn now that I'm back home, I'm wishing I could go back. Its so peaceful, so nice. But coming back, I had a very pleasant surprise. :) Oh, and I came back on the 22nd. If you SM guys remember, its the end of my six-month contract with you guys. I'm not sure if I'm able to extend, but welcome me back if I do. Hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-8985568015582937585?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/8985568015582937585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=8985568015582937585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8985568015582937585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/8985568015582937585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-and-after-proper-rest-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32331311.post-7548768994980319684</id><published>2009-12-21T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:10:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelings, feelings, feelings. This trip to malaysia has given me some breathing space, some time to take my mind off the stuff back at home. It seems that I am carefree here, no problems with people, no fatigue from trainings, no shit whatsoever. Despite that I will have to go back soon and I will have to face the music. Back to normal life, back to the trainings, back to being on the wrong end of things, and people finding trouble with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back home, I'll get to see my friends. Yes, my awesum friends. I miss you all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32331311-7548768994980319684?l=dropit-down.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/feeds/7548768994980319684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32331311&amp;postID=7548768994980319684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7548768994980319684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32331311/posts/default/7548768994980319684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropit-down.blogspot.com/2009/12/feelings-feelings-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>HaziqAz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883345888229803294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFJkYZt_ty4/TPIt4KY4yVI/AAAAAAAACFw/9B_qNmo2W9I/S220/27112010245.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
