<?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-2552024228959559540</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:11:43.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-5902790348158995397</id><published>2011-07-08T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:39:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this weird thing happened... I was at Paya Lebar (as always) when I either received a call or a text from anyone. In this case, it was a text.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He texted me but it turns out that he texted the wrong person. HAHAHAHAHAHHA. I got so happy for nothing but then he continues the conversation so I'm actually happy for good. SO YES... WE TALKED TILL HE SLEEPS. I miss him so much. Yep. k bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-5902790348158995397?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/5902790348158995397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-this-weird-thing-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/5902790348158995397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/5902790348158995397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-this-weird-thing-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-8368605196294382003</id><published>2011-06-06T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:25:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATHS</title><content type='html'>Hi bitches. I know nobody reads this cause it's already long dead but WHATEVER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Maths Test tomorrow early in the morning and I'm struggling right now with vectors. I just wanna get this over and done with. Oh hell yeah. Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-8368605196294382003?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8368605196294382003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/06/maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8368605196294382003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8368605196294382003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/06/maths.html' title='MATHS'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-4504474555502079737</id><published>2011-04-18T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:12:35.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP FIRST DAY</title><content type='html'>What's up blogger! I know it has been quite a while since I last updated you. Things had been pretty busy lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my first day of school as a Year 1 in Nanyang Polytechnic today. It wasn't really awkward as to what I've expected though the sickening part was that our 3 hours of Design Fundamentals had been cancelled and would only commence next week. Therefore, our 2 hour break had been dragged all the way till 5 hours. Not a good way to start school. It felt as though we're still on holiday. The next lesson only starts at 4pm. Unfortunately, it was a very dry module. Communication Skills? I wasn't even paying attention to half of it. I tend to daydream and doodle in class. Oops. Sorry, my bad. I know I shouldn't have done that. I'll need sweets and more sweets to stay awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tomorrow should've been another long day but due to this coming Friday being a public holiday, the DET students will not have any Maths Tutorial and because they wanted DET and DVE students to be up to par, Maths Tutorial is cancelled tomorrow as well. School will only start at 1pm tomorrow. Sounds good enough to me as I could wake up later than usual tomorrow morning! I hope for a better day tomorrow. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-4504474555502079737?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/4504474555502079737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/04/nyp-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/4504474555502079737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/4504474555502079737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/04/nyp-first-day.html' title='NYP FIRST DAY'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-9087913097804635284</id><published>2011-03-28T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:56:06.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5 - Must Get Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was bored so I made this cover:&lt;br /&gt;I kind loved it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jz4QbuDDQ28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jz4QbuDDQ28?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-9087913097804635284?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/9087913097804635284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/maroon-5-must-get-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/9087913097804635284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/9087913097804635284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/maroon-5-must-get-out.html' title='Maroon 5 - Must Get Out'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-387130825861090700</id><published>2011-03-16T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:24:13.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coax</title><content type='html'>My mum suddenly burst into tears. I cried with her too after getting to know the reason why. It's really sad to hear news from someone we love which might be leaving us. It's like as if the person knows she's going.. and never coming back. I got a little caught up when my told me about the dream my grandmother had. In the dream, she met my grandfather. He was calling out for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say. I just had to coax my mum. I just had to. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-387130825861090700?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/387130825861090700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/coax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/387130825861090700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/387130825861090700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/coax.html' title='Coax'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-3454720027644937159</id><published>2011-03-08T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:06:05.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP</title><content type='html'>School is gonna start real soon. I wouldn't even notice. As for preparations for my new school, I've decided to go with a new look. I'd be a totally different person once I stepped in to Poly. I won't be easy on you. I would definitely be stronger. I wouldn't want to end up making the same mistakes over and over again. I know. I suck at dating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, SO... I've went out of topic. I just went for hair treatment earlier with my aunt. She did it too. I'm gonna dye my hair again to a lighter colour. Style my hair in a very different way. My hairstyle still suck you know. I should change my mindset. I've always been so negative lately. I shouldn't let everything else down just because of that one stupid &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;motherfucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, I'm gonna say NO to any guys who ever tries to flirt/woo/whatever me. Well, unless he's cute and charming and.. everything I had ever dreamed of. I wouldn't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ever mention that my Samsung laptop battery is dying? Yes it it. I was 45% three days ago then it dropped to 41% and now, 39%. It wouldn't last any longer. It's okay. As long as I'm going to buy a new spare battery for the laptop from the IT fair in EXPO this coming 11th-20th March, I'm fine. Not only that, I'll have to buy myself a MacBook for my course. From what I read, it says NEED and MUST. I would have 2 notebooks by then? Awesome. Life's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't get over the fact that I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY THAT'S ALL BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-3454720027644937159?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3454720027644937159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/nyp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3454720027644937159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3454720027644937159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/nyp.html' title='NYP'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-176096271949623139</id><published>2011-03-02T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:34:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>Haha why did I even fall for you. It's sad to see that you've fallen for somebody else while you were still with me. Kinda confusing. It has become like a love triangle? I made a decision. I backed out from it and let there be less than 3. Why invite the 3rd person into a relationship? Kinda foolish isn't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also heard from somewhere that when you're in love with 2 person at the same time, go for the 2nd one cause if you truly loved the first one, there wouldn't even be a 2nd one. That's not love, okay? I know it's a little too late to post this on this blog. I doubt that anyone is even reading this, but who cares. I need some space to rant everything out. Apparently, this is the best place to do so. Tumblr? Not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you realise what you've lost, it's too late. You admitted that yourself. This has been going on for quite some time already and it has to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be frustrated and annoyed. Hurt! If you say so.. but there'll always be a little space in heart which is specially for you. I don't even know if you realise that. And I'm not making any of these up. In fact, just by typing this post ended me up in tears. I think I should stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you're doing fine, insyaallah you're better without me :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-176096271949623139?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/176096271949623139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/176096271949623139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/176096271949623139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/03/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-5050452925122733345</id><published>2011-02-27T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:40:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MY LIFE FUCKING SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-5050452925122733345?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/5050452925122733345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/5050452925122733345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/5050452925122733345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-3970656370356960114</id><published>2011-02-16T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:18:49.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stereotypes have always annoyed me. I’ve had to deal with people trying to be a stereotype, people claiming I was a certain stereotype… they really just annoy the s*** out of me. I found this on my friend’s tumblr (levil.tumblr.com) and decided to do it for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold all that apply to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’M RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live in the SOUTH, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m ITALIAN, so I must have a “big one”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A’S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m POLISH, so I MUST be greedy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a VIRGIN so I MUST be a prude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m CATHOLIC so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m MIXED so I must be screwed up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I’m black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m GOTH so I MUST worship the devil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don’t wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon or fried Chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I’m a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn’t hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hang out with drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT…I MUST be a tree hugging hippie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CHAT so I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DON’T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m AUSTRALIAN so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I write LEMONS, so I MUST be a twisted pervert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear GLASSES, so I MUST be a dork or nerd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a female BLACK BELT, so I MUST take steroids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can’t SPELL, so I MUST be retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to be WEIRD, so I MUST be smoking weed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a blog, so I MUST not have a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I TEXT ALOT so I MUST be a preppy bitch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-3970656370356960114?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3970656370356960114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/stereotypes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3970656370356960114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3970656370356960114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/stereotypes.html' title='Stereotypes'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-8919781081133156881</id><published>2011-02-10T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:42:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schoolwebturnporn</title><content type='html'>Currently, there's a big hoo-ha over my secondary school website. It's currently on Stomp and believe it or not? It's one of the top 8 news. -_-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/sgseen/what_bugs_me/552510/schools_website_hacked_and_replaced_with__porn_site.html"&gt;http://bit.ly/euhzyK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell yeah. That's the website link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-8919781081133156881?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8919781081133156881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/schoolwebturnporn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8919781081133156881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8919781081133156881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/02/schoolwebturnporn.html' title='schoolwebturnporn'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-6057815539842592207</id><published>2011-01-27T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:34:55.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NANYANG POLY.</title><content type='html'>BEST THING EVER. BEHOLD... You know, I literally screamed inside when I found out about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TUF0L79RvGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8zD9eUwbQm8/s1600/jpsae.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TUF0L79RvGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8zD9eUwbQm8/s400/jpsae.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566858362828733538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New year, new start, new school, new friends, new class. YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-6057815539842592207?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6057815539842592207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/nanyang-poly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/6057815539842592207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/6057815539842592207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/nanyang-poly.html' title='NANYANG POLY.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TUF0L79RvGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8zD9eUwbQm8/s72-c/jpsae.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-6745013640320933354</id><published>2011-01-23T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:01:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsyar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTvgJXl3KoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/olYA5nIPa9M/s1600/amsyar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTvgJXl3KoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/olYA5nIPa9M/s400/amsyar.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565288216102644354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guess what? We're only a room away. Hahahahahaha. Yeah, that's my brother alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-6745013640320933354?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/6745013640320933354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/amsyar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/6745013640320933354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/6745013640320933354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/amsyar.html' title='Amsyar'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTvgJXl3KoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/olYA5nIPa9M/s72-c/amsyar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-8116543544767970348</id><published>2011-01-19T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:21:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTas73AWunI/AAAAAAAAAv8/r0ofSwGgh_4/s1600/19012011373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTas73AWunI/AAAAAAAAAv8/r0ofSwGgh_4/s320/19012011373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563824534040525426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did 2 more sketches today. I should probably do more but I don't know. I seem to be drifted away by some other distractions. Haha. Anyway this picture above was sketched by myself. Husna insisted me on doing so. It's a sketch of her actually. Well I think it's pretty incredible don't you think? I was pretty stunned that I could actually bring out something like this! I don't even know that I could sketch that well. Pretty ironic but it's true. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway tomorrow's the start of the day for both my interviews at Singapore Poly and Nanyang Poly. 12.30pm @ SP and 2pm @ NYP. It's kind of a rush actually but I hope I would be able to make it on time. May Allah be on my side. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-8116543544767970348?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8116543544767970348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8116543544767970348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8116543544767970348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTas73AWunI/AAAAAAAAAv8/r0ofSwGgh_4/s72-c/19012011373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-7075686735373097217</id><published>2011-01-19T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:37:49.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP NYP</title><content type='html'>Yesterday happened to be a joy for me. I was extremely delighted when I received a call from Nanyang Poly and telling me that I had been shortlisted for Nanyang's Diploma in Digital Visual Effects. Soon after, I was very determined to complete my sketches before tomorrow which is the test day to prove that my skills are very relevant for the course I wanted. While I was busy sketching, I received another phone call from Singapore Poly. They told me the same thing. This time, I was really ecstatic when I heard the news. My dream course from my dream school called me up for an interview this Thursday which happens to be on the same day I had to take a test in NYP. Guess I'm just lucky that both sessions doesn't clash. Hopefully I get into the course that I wanted! Insya-Allah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-7075686735373097217?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/7075686735373097217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/sp-nyp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/7075686735373097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/7075686735373097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/sp-nyp.html' title='SP NYP'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-2904394084170471832</id><published>2011-01-17T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:55:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>activity day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTPZApoc2TI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gcB5KqhWwXM/s1600/16012011362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTPZApoc2TI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gcB5KqhWwXM/s320/16012011362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563028569931438386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Am I just good it it or what?! Haha. I probably should consider taking archery as one my hobbies or something. I'm so close to getting that yellow spot right there. Well, there is one. Besides archery, my family and I went to do paintball, bowling and also karaoke. By the time we did bowling, my arms started to ache badly. That explains the first few tries. My bowling ball asyik masuk longkang je. Hehehe. But soon after, I got strikes and spares. Not bad ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-2904394084170471832?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/2904394084170471832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/activity-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/2904394084170471832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/2904394084170471832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/activity-day.html' title='activity day'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TTPZApoc2TI/AAAAAAAAAv0/gcB5KqhWwXM/s72-c/16012011362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-237983517473436968</id><published>2011-01-14T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:21:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2w5rhok.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blog skin and I think it's gorgeous cause.. I EDITED IT. ;) Hahahah! Prasan. Oh yeah, newsflash! Actress Kate Hudson and Muse's lead singer Matthew Bellamy are going to have a baby! That's shockingly good news because I had been wondering for so long who he's with and now the news just pops up. I hope they're happy together. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-237983517473436968?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/237983517473436968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/skin-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/237983517473436968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/237983517473436968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/skin-changed.html' title='skin changed'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2w5rhok_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-4472331006185882075</id><published>2011-01-11T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:55:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TSv-uMj9D3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/SQeywfFn_tc/s1600/ok%2Bnot%2Bok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TSv-uMj9D3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/SQeywfFn_tc/s320/ok%2Bnot%2Bok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560818234518474610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my O level results yesterday. I can't really say much cause it's kind of expected you know? As in, my results but I just have to accept it right cause whatever is done, is done. There is nothing I can do to turn back the time. It's all there, written on that piece of certificate. Accept it and move on. No point fretting over spilt milk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's get more serious. I'm not really sure which courses are suitable for me. I have 12 options. I could only think of 3. I need some help here. I have to get this shit done by Friday or else I will never be able to sleep in peace. Hell yeah. Most probably, I'll be getting into Republic Poly or so. There's a very slim chance for me to enter Singapore Poly which I think is very sad because it's my dream school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those who didn't do very well either, you have another chapter in life to complete before you take it to the next level. Do your best in whatever you're pursuing in and achieve your goal. Yes, that goes for you too, Aisyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a test He gave to us. A test in life. If I fail once, I could try again and again until I meet my expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have to live your life, to grow with each stage to become the person you really are inside." - Unknown&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-4472331006185882075?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/4472331006185882075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-levels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/4472331006185882075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/4472331006185882075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-levels.html' title='O levels'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TSv-uMj9D3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/SQeywfFn_tc/s72-c/ok%2Bnot%2Bok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-8634300430989905569</id><published>2011-01-09T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:48:13.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools</title><content type='html'>Problem with Singapore schools:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though your natural hair colour is lighter than black, the bloody teachers and discipline masters will force you to dye them black.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're not properly attired, you'll get kicked out of school. &lt;i&gt;I mean, whuttt?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even after you've graduated and you have a name like "The School Prefect" or "The Student Councillor", you're always and forever will be.&lt;i&gt; Where the fook are your senses, man? People change and sometimes they change because they wanna try out something new.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;SO STOP TELLING US WHAT TO DO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No ankle socks. Only socks with your school names. &lt;i&gt;Ew? That's so out of fashion. I know this is school and stuff but, everyone is different in their own ways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School ties must be long enough to touch waist level. Okay. Acceptable cause short ties may give you that "bitch" image or something. I don't know. Just saying. Don't get offended if you're one of them. I'm saying this in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skirts must reach knee-level for girls. Unless stated otherwise. HAHA. What if we're naturally tall and skinny? You still want us to wear some baggy skirt that's always so loose and you need a pin to tighten it? Hmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pants for guys shouldn't be tapered in schools. Wait, why? Does it affect their studies? No? THEN WHY!? :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I think I said it all. Wait, no. But that's all I could think of. Ha ha. I'm glad I'm not in Secondary School any more. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-8634300430989905569?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/8634300430989905569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/schools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8634300430989905569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/8634300430989905569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/schools.html' title='Schools'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-3166392606339871136</id><published>2011-01-02T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:31:45.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that I have a blogspot until someone tweeted that he's updating his. HAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's new year already and people are going back to school blablabla and I'm here rotting at home waiting for my damn O level results to be released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should get a job. I couldn't imagine doing nothing for the upcoming 4 months starting from now. I'll probably gain weight. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I realised that nowadays, I've been having this IDGAF attitude towards anything that's against my wanting. Not sure if that's good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anwyay, I'm getting pretty restless and pressured by the long wait of this bloody m*ker. Moe, can you just release them already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-3166392606339871136?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/3166392606339871136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-almost-forgot-that-i-have-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3166392606339871136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/3166392606339871136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-almost-forgot-that-i-have-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552024228959559540.post-9073348804151553722</id><published>2010-12-27T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:04:29.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TRgsLKL4zHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/M8A1SdT4nGw/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TRgsLKL4zHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/M8A1SdT4nGw/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555238710585904242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am back to blogging cause.. I'm not really sure why actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess it's time for a new start. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552024228959559540-9073348804151553722?l=this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/feeds/9073348804151553722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2010/12/yoha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/9073348804151553722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552024228959559540/posts/default/9073348804151553722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-sceneisdead.blogspot.com/2010/12/yoha.html' title='Yoha.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/TRgsLKL4zHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/M8A1SdT4nGw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
