<?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-16114562</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:27:53.079-07:00</updated><category term='Bumbling bunch of MORONS.'/><category term='v'/><category term='P'/><title type='text'>OhLaLa!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16114562.post-2521040327102636308</id><published>2009-06-06T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:11:18.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haaaaaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotchocolateis.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://hotchocolateis.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thanks bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2521040327102636308?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2521040327102636308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2521040327102636308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2521040327102636308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2521040327102636308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/06/haaaaaaai.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3559486472982404471</id><published>2009-05-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:38:29.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Profound Statement overheard at bus-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can speak Malay, Indian and many other languages you know!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            - Girl from a leading local skl in all seriousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp.Shock.Horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3559486472982404471?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3559486472982404471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3559486472982404471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3559486472982404471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3559486472982404471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/05/profound-statement-overheard-at-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3318981722982149692</id><published>2009-05-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:48:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOAHOOO. Hello, I'm supposed to get a livejournal, and I will get one reaaall soon. It will solve my problem of super hard to read fonts, I think, it will save me the headache of HTML, I think and it will spare the heartache of deleting this one, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummalish! Fox sweets, are, so, yummy. I like all the colours EXCEPT orange. Orange is my least favourite artificial fruit flavour, closely followed by banana. MY favourite artifical fruit flavours are any and all berries + grapes. Coolness right? I know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. So I've been broaching the idea of me getting this new hairstyle, and so far the feedback.. has not been very positive. LOL. But but but, depending on my gutsiness, I might or might not go for it still. I mean, I've been wanting to try it forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have decided that I officially hate math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3318981722982149692?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3318981722982149692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3318981722982149692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3318981722982149692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3318981722982149692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/05/woooahooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4665612219641273602</id><published>2009-05-15T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:08:47.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol I was going to write everything out here, then I realised that I'm one of very few people who actually just explode all over their blogs, as in update with posts about everything thats been happening in their lives. Most other people write a precious few words, or annoyingly cryptic messages describing some extreme feeling they're experiencing. I don't really get how they can control the urge to let it all.. hang out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4665612219641273602?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4665612219641273602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4665612219641273602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4665612219641273602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4665612219641273602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol-i-was-going-to-write-everything-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6305024359534991785</id><published>2009-05-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:30:31.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, contradictory to my earlier post, this week, has somehow been supperdeeduppper slack. Okay fine, there was the Math test Monday morning, and the GP test Tuesday morning and oh yeah, there is the History Essay and the graded Functions assignment due tomorrow, Thursday evening . But still, it feels like I'm walking on air or something. HAHA! I THINK its because, Monday was a half day and we went out, and today might as well have been a half day because glorious Wednesdays end at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and well Wednesdays are just fun. What with cheap Kit-Kats and soggy pandan chocolate waffles and erm expensive coffee. Also, Wednesday is the MIDDLE of the week, this means that if you make it through Wednesday in one piece [easy-peasy!!] there are just two days to go till the weekend. And since Punjabi mid-years are over, there ain't no Punjabi on Thursday afternoons, for the time being. So the only thing is Wang on Tuesday afternoons. And Fridays, are well Fridays are just great because the next day is Saturday and the day after that is Sunday. This weekly phenomenon occurs because of the false sense of hope one gets lulled into on Friday evenings. Oh come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And now Saturdays have become my own, again for the time being, because Punjabi School mid-term holidays have begun and I no longer have to spend one-sixth of my day stretching one hours worth of work into four hours. Sundays, are now free and easy as well because Karate has become somewhat optional [Read: not going]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6305024359534991785?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6305024359534991785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6305024359534991785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6305024359534991785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6305024359534991785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-contradictory-to-my-earlier-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6702978810059844985</id><published>2009-04-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:14:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w-w-w-woooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 life is so not my cup o' tea. You perpetually have to be ON the ball. No time to get off, and slack a little bit. I mean you could, but then you'd just fall waaaaay behind and end up in the relegation zone. hahaha. Yeeah, thats the truth of it mate!  Which is why, on this glorious Friday morning, which also happens to be a public holiday I'm holed up in my room, doing......... Math! Well honestly, I wouldn't give two hoots, except that theres a math test on Monday worth 10% and math isn't exactly a cinch for me :D (ok who am I kidding, I don't get the stuff at all!) Siigh, theres so many things I'd like to do but I can't even finish my homework half the time and the other half of the time is spent 'studying' for tests. Crapola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, If I mange to cover at least half the topics today, then I can do as I please for the half the next two days :D  Ooh lala! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. And I finally figured it out. [No not a math problem] Since the beggining of this year, I've been smelling this smell, I don't think its a pleasant smell at all, but no one else seemed to be able to smell it. This made me very worried, and made me wonder if the smell was coming from ME! :O :S :(   So I tried to ascertain this, I was quite sure that the smell wasn't coming from me because none of the body products I use smell that way, and honestly I'm just not a smelly person. HAHA! Then after a while, I stopped smelling the smell, except occasionally and very faintly, so I just forgot about it. Then a couple of weeks ago, the smell resurged again, with a vengeance! Meaning, there was a moment where it was really strong! So I immediately started looking around to so who/what was around me, and then, it clicked and everything fell into place. I had found the source, and lets just say I was grateful it wasn't me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not a fictional story by the way, its a true account. And I shan't tell you who it is because that would be a really mean thing to do, and its not someone I am around very often. So relaxxxx heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last night, I think I slept for approximately 12 hours. Totally unintentionally, but I think its because I've been really tired lately. So I was waiting for chenchel to finish her work so we could watch Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, and just to pass the time, I took out Wuthering Heights and started to read. I wasn't feeling very comfortable, so I decided to recline on my bed, and the next thing I knew, I was feeling really sleepy. I put the book away and looked at the clock it read 9:15, so I decided to nap for a while and thought I'd wake up later when she finishes. But THEN, I fell into a really deep sleep, and when I finally woke up again, someone had switched off all the lights [including the one in my room], Chenchel was no where to be seen and the clock now read 3:30. Feeling extremely annoyed and confused I got up to switch off the computer, looked in the mirror and discovered a mosquito had done a job on my face. There were about five bites, and my left eye was a little PUFFY. How nasty is that? So I hurriedly closed the windows, turned on the AC and went back to bed. I fell asleep instantly, then at 5:50AM the alarm clock on my phone went off, because it IS Friday morning. So I pissed offedly turned it off, and slept again. The next time I open my eyes, the clock reads 9AM and there is sunlight streaming through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic night or what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6702978810059844985?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6702978810059844985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6702978810059844985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6702978810059844985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6702978810059844985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/04/w-w-w-woooooooow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2808572075688026415</id><published>2009-04-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:25:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt; dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2808572075688026415?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2808572075688026415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2808572075688026415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2808572075688026415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2808572075688026415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/04/siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2495796856610003125</id><published>2009-04-09T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:38:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I think it is time to get a NEW blog template. This was really cute, and cool and awesome back in Sec 1, but now the dancing doggy on the left is still pretty awesome but I think the rest of it is a littttle (Okay okay Very) tacky ;DD I'm sorry Hyeon! hahaha I'veloved it for 3++ years, then it started to get old. I shall go find some nice new template somewhere out there, when I'm .. freeeee. Which is practically never. But YES! I will get one.. eventually :D But I will need some help with the tagboard, my HTML work is absolute nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent developments include ME, yes ME, going for my black belt grading last Sunday. So thaaat means that if I did pass my grading, I will be getting my black belt this Sunday! This means, DON'T MESS. I'm serious! I might just karate chop you or something if you annoy me. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bestest thing thats happened recently is NJCSC's amazing, glorious VICTOREEEEE at the 13th National Inter-School Shooting Championships. Y'allll did great friends(: Keeep UP the good work!  I can't believe that this is the last year, that I will have seniors in the club and after that we, will be the seniors. I guess its a little strange for us [tham, fiona, myself] because up till now, its always just been us and the seniors, so we've never HAD any juniors to speak of! But now, we have so many new teammates and a retarded junior named Deborah. ;D She's reaaally a miniature XH. Well, its sure going to be a new experience within the club for me, with so many familiar faces leaving, and so many new faces coming in. But I'm pretty darn sure its going to be fun, because in keeping with the APG tradition of having slightly OFF [HAHAHA] people in the team, thats what we have his year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. Do I reaally look thaaat old?! LOL People always express shock when they find that my sister is ayear older than me, and not the other way around. Also, less shockingly so, countless people have presumed that I'm in J2. Just the other day, I think it was Jeng Yi? Who told me she thought I was in j2! And we're the SAME AGE! So I asked her what made her think so.. and she said cos I was so tall! and my hair.. then she trailed off. hahaha K I understand the height part, but I don't get the thing about my ponytail.  And theeeeen, last night someone said, you're 19 right? um STUNNED. I ain't even seventeen yet yao. [Well, thank goodness I'd have failed my standing broad jump otherwise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, nice talking to you ;D Time to get back to writing non-fictional and DEFINATELY non-narrative, argumentative essays about the Cold War. I enjoy writing personal, narrative recounts. But the argumentative essays... I don't know hehehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally-ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2495796856610003125?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2495796856610003125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2495796856610003125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2495796856610003125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2495796856610003125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-i-think-it-is-time-to-get-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6532637804026409049</id><published>2009-03-31T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:22:48.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe sometimes you just supposed to take the back seat and let things happen by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does it seem like everytime I do something, Its the wrong decision. Its not even like I don't think before I do stuff, thats the problem. I weigh it out in my mind, and then just do what I want to do, and it always never turns out well. What losery business.&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/16114562-6532637804026409049?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6532637804026409049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6532637804026409049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6532637804026409049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6532637804026409049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-sometimes-you-just-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3632638836579765535</id><published>2009-03-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:03:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check it ouuuuuut. Its like the END of one WHOLE term!! Well not quite one whole, since this term only had nine weeks but still, nine weeks went by pretty darn quickly if you ask me! And with the end of those nine weeks, comes the end of .... HOSTEL STAY. Thats one experience I'm most certainly going to miss. GoodnessGraciousMe, the sheer NUMBER of eventful events that happened then! hahaha honestly, being like.. hmm together? While everything was happening really made everything all the more exhilarating (:  I sweaaar I love y'all man! And now I took a 5 min break to get my iTunes in order and have lost my train of thought. CHOOCHOOBOOOOOMCRASHBANG. Those are the sounds of a train (of thought) being derailed. :D      :D      :D  But hahaha I think I'll never quite feel the same way about Crush By David A. after waking up to it (being woken up BY it? :D put things in perspective now? ) for nine weeks in a row.  Dayyyyyum. hahaha! And speaking of waking up, Smelliot has this realllly weeeeiiirrd waking up routine muahaha!  SWIFTLY MOVING ON NOW ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term in general.. has been really surreal. I feel like I still haven't started school proper. Which is really bad, because major assignments were handed out, graded tests taken and a truckload of stuff taught. Dilshaadeeee has to stop DREAMING and wake UP YAAOOOO. Hmmm honestly, I'm pretty happy with the subjects I've chosen to take. I really cannot imagine having to do naasty stuff like Chemistry and Physics. As for biology.. lets just say I prefer Gorbachev to Mitochondria ;DD   D'oh I just made a schoolieschoolie joke. Jinnie Gim loves those now doesn't she! HAHA Zomg. I keep making really laaaame jokes. Like When leeetle seeester got scolded and was being sulky, MOTHER dearest tried to cheer her up with offers of sweets and the like. I mock angrily remarked, 'Appeasement policy is it? ^^ '.         HAHAHAHAHA. Friends, feel free to ROLL YOUR EYES TILL KINGDOM COME. I totally understand. Now, where was I? ah yes. Subjects. I can't waiiiiit to start on Wuthering Heights. Problem is I haven't finished reading the buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else what else. Recent worries include my ever escalating phone bills. I have noooo idea how or why the dang bills always get so high!! I've already stopped calling people just to chat. Now all I call people for is to ask about homework, to plead to be picked up/dropped off somewhere, to ask people where they are or to report the lastest happenings. None of which takes very long. So someone please tell me how my outgoing calls amounted to FIVE BLOOMING HOURS. Urgh. Whatevs, I reaaally need to ask daddddy dearest what my billing period/duration is. And then use the dang appliance ACCORDINGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another niggggling issue thats been bothering me is this whole crappy issue of bad company, actually the larger issue at hand here is people shooting their lousy mouths off. If you don't know people you shouldn't judge them and then just by ASSOCIATION judge other people. Its seriously flawed to go around stereotyping people just based on your miserable little narrow-minded opinion. Besides, if you've got a bone to pick, quit going around talking to other people about it. why don't you come right out and say it hmmm? FYI, putting a hair band on your hand does not automatically make you a bimbo and neither are a certain group of people bad company just because thats who you make them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;People always say that what OTHER people think of you is none of your business, but I find that preettty hard to accept. Especially when you've got the wrong impression of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Now that I've gotten THAT off my chest, let me tell you about the tunes that have been going rounnnnnd and rouuuuuuuund my iPod lately. Well, for more than a few weeks David Archuleta has been on LOOP! And the saddest part is that I've only got 6 of his songs, so the same six songs have become one big blur. Oh yes, Shayne Ward and Simon Webbe come in close succession to being the MOST played artistes. In fact, I'm listening to Webbe right now! I just got three new songs, which are pretty old songs :D Katy Perry - Thinking of you, Beyonce - Single Ladies and Shontelle - T-shirt.  FAV is T-shirt, followed by T-shirt (A few of em hostelites have had the privilege of watching me perform to this ;DDDD HAHAHA) lastly thinking of you. But ozmyzgodz. My Hands by David Archuleta beats everything hands down! But then again, one songs I'll never get tired of listening to is Thank God I Found You by Mariah Carey and a bunch of other people. Its reaaaallly nice. If you're nice to me, and ask even more nicely, I'll be nice and send it you. hahaha, Nice and Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Laaaaaastly. I honestly don't know what to think anymore. hahaha I swear we females are such hormonal creatures. Bitchy to swoony to impasse to just HOPING! LAWL. I'd best sort myself out before I just lose everything I never had in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEIRDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I love blogging, its amazingly therapeutic. But you HAVE TO HAVE like loadsa time to do it. Otherwise, its not therepeutic. Oh! one more thing, I hereby declare that I'll be able to braid my hair in one weeks time. I just need to build up my arm muscles in the mean time. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, Goodnight world! Sleeep well(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3632638836579765535?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3632638836579765535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3632638836579765535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3632638836579765535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3632638836579765535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-it-ouuuuuut.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2888732365331670383</id><published>2009-02-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:44:08.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again after like two frickin months. SO school is going to start proper. After approximately 3 months of being totally disengaged and vegged out. Good luck honey(: hahaha I shall share a super common phrase thingy that I happened to read on someones shirt that made me nod enthusiastically and remind myself again.: (Warning: cliche alert.       LAWL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               '' Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened. ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D   I don't care what you think its meant to be refering to, but I'm going to use it to fit my amazing last few months! Had so muuuuuuuuch fun. And now its time to buckle down, ugugug. Things have been changing alot lately. One major change I've realised is that I prefer alot more quiet time these days, HONESTLY. Like I don't feeel the neeed to shoot my mouth off all the time, its nice to just sit back and listen sometimes. BUT having said that, I STILL enjoy occasional bouts of verbal diahorrea where I annoy everyone and anyone with my incessant talking, laughing and retardedness. So honeys don't think that somethings wrong just because I'm not saying anything.   Aaaand other people can stop accusing me of things that aren't true, because its REALLLY annoying AND it just might become true if you insist on saying it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG stars are blind just came on the playlist. HAHAHA I haven't heard that songs in AAAAAAGES. Wonder why I stopped listening to it, hmmmm.    Even though the gods are crazy even though the stars blind ladeeedaaa. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes HOSTEL. IS something else altogether la. Its nice being there, its a new experience and a welcome change. Shan't elaborate on that. Hm. Anyways, pet peeves about the hostel are that theres very inconvenient, non-existent internet connection which is supposed to be fixed by this wednesday. Lets see. Another thing is that dinner has to be eaten really early, then I get hungry at night and eat something else, then wake up in the morning with a more fat than usual face. Suggs. Also! Its hard to sit down and read history frickin notes. hahaha, so much activity going on, maybe its just for now. Oh well. ANOTHER thing is that they keep giving out deeeeliiiishus kaya, tau sar and coconut buns for supper, which don't really fit in with the whole weight loss plan y'know?  HAHA  I suppose I have to exercise tighter self-control/restraint/discipline. And the list goes on, loves and loathes of hostel life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg YES. The room mate. HAHAHA, awww Smelliot is a great roomie :D Cept shes a bit.. WHEW. heeeeeeheeeehaaaahaaaa. jus keeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok luh I think I'm going off now, goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I looooove this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2888732365331670383?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2888732365331670383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2888732365331670383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2888732365331670383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2888732365331670383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-again-after-like-two-frickin.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-9012126603909244679</id><published>2008-12-02T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:19:41.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going for chalet a daaaay late. I hope I don't get lost :O hahaha Zomg, I get so dopey sometimes! And I wonder just exactly how far Pasir Ris is from East Coast.  Cos then I can maybe make it for the 2G1 class outing too! Hmm, haven't seen them crescent girls in ages, miss all their crazy nonsense. hahaha TanYuxuan however, makes sure I don't forget her craziness. SOMEBODY, suddenly called me in the midst of her O level papers,       just to chat!  lol nutter. Gotta love em(: Hmm what else, what else. In recent memory, I am no longer a total bridge retard. I am a PARTIAL bridge retard. I know the motions of the game and vaguely how it works, but its gonna be a while before I start plotting and planning my way into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ultimate game dominance&lt;/span&gt; baby. Oooh, cool phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE GAME DOMINANCE BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niiice. I'll be keeping that one. Along with all the other crappy stuff I say. hahaha. Yes! My phone is finally fully charged. Shall run along and go to beddybye now. Its 12:23 AM now and I foresee tmr or rather today is going to be a long long one ;D  Wheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it normal to not want to forget a single detail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-9012126603909244679?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/9012126603909244679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=9012126603909244679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/9012126603909244679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/9012126603909244679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-for-chalet-daaaay-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1541434748852750366</id><published>2008-11-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:59:51.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhilarated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juuust the way I'm feeling (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1541434748852750366?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1541434748852750366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1541434748852750366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1541434748852750366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1541434748852750366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhilarated-sad-curious-impatient.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2066987117467927338</id><published>2008-11-21T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:18:53.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. Can I scream like NOW? NOTHING ever goes the way its supposed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2066987117467927338?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2066987117467927338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2066987117467927338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2066987117467927338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2066987117467927338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6335168906506451120</id><published>2008-11-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:50:37.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg this is so frustrating. First of all, WHERE did all the time go?! Second, why can't people be more responsible, efficient and co-operative, oh yeah, then life would be waaay too easy right! Dang it. Two weeks ago, I started asking for stuff, and then at the last possible minute you give me mangy pathetic excuses. Okay breaaaaathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZIES.&lt;br /&gt;FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWER.&lt;br /&gt;FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORISTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6335168906506451120?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6335168906506451120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6335168906506451120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6335168906506451120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6335168906506451120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-this-is-so-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-5234639361904845061</id><published>2008-11-18T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:47:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like a mean biatch.&lt;br /&gt;- I hope everything really gets sorted by next Monday&lt;br /&gt;- Something smells really good.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss *******&lt;br /&gt;- Rudeness not equals to wit&lt;br /&gt;- I need to get a censorship board between my brain and my mouth.&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; Control WORDS that I use&lt;br /&gt; -&gt; Control things that I say, that I shouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;- I need to get a backbone&lt;br /&gt;- The y on my keyboard has popped out again. !"£$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think those are the main thoughts of the day for my holiday-mode-brain. I am SUCH  brainiac right? I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY, PLEASE PRAY THAT MY NIGHTMARE WILL BE OVER BY THIS MONDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-5234639361904845061?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/5234639361904845061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=5234639361904845061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5234639361904845061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5234639361904845061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-for-day-i-feel-like-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8296655422183723747</id><published>2008-10-23T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:00:09.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooooooo! I THINK this is going to be a short post.. Then again WHO KNOWS. I might just ramble on and on into oblivion. Aiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee. I've been having such a fantabulous time. Shit. Tomorrow results come out :O       Ah well. Eet eez Okay. I've already told momma all my results. So, should be okay la. Anyways, I think this round went &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretty reasonably okay&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Notice the absence of any sort of word alluding to GOOD or WELL. Mediocrity must be my middle name eh? Ah well! So schools going to end for this year pretty soon. That was FAST. This year went by like wooaaah. One minute I'm watching matches and the next I'm sitting for EOYs. Well, to say the least it was a pretty darn interesting year. Okay okay, I'll save the whole nine yards for when SCHOOL REALLY DOES END. Now lets talk about Ces't La Vie. I spent an entire evening, [do did a 5 other people :D] slaving in a stuffy canteen, over a pot of bubbling oil, fries and needs-to-be-diluted cheese. And we earned... drumroll please...... slightly under 250 bucks. hahaha. Well, at least the slaving over part was fun! (: Seriously, COMPANY makes all the difference. Nice customers help too I GUESS. Well, on to the money, at least its great that all the sponsorship money came through! Great job guysss! Just one problem: Those photo frames are still rotting behind the piano. The next weeeeekend was the KL weekend! I reaallly enjoy going to the Malaysian Soirees :D I think the new in thing is to get a live singer [Generally senior Indian Male] to come in and sing some really melodious old hindi music. Dekho, dekho, dekho, dekho... An evening in Paris :D Its funky meeting all the cousins and aunts and uncles you rarely ever get to see! The only glitch however was my really sudden, really horrendous, but thankfully really quick [30 mins?] allergic reaction to some stinking seafood. I shan't elaborate on what happened. Lets just say that calming yourself down does wonders for the skin. Ugh. Oh I just LOVE roadtrips, DON'T YOU? On the waaaay back we stopped in KL city for some quick shopping. I had like a HUNDRED ringgit in my pocket, but GET THIS. I didn't buy anything. Someone SPANK me. But the only thing I really wanted was a(n) (imitation) Fendi spy bag. I finally spotted one, and it wasn't even that great an Imitation but it cost RM 185. Maybe we could've haggled it down to a lower price and mum could've topped up the rest, but I guess I didn't want it that baad. So when I heard the price, I just said, 'Thank you and Goodbye'. Then I marched out, head held high. But secretly kicking myself for giving up SO EASILY. You're probably saying I COULD HAVE GONE BACK IN AND BARGAINED, but my pride is kinda.. :D So I just didn't. Whatever man. It was ugly and out of shape ANYWAYS. Hmph. Yes well after the brief shopping trip Pops drooooove all the way down to some reknowned Indian sweet making family, where the granny actually runs a business out of her house selling sweets and other delicacies. It was hilarious really. Thennnnn drove back home with some brief stops here and there at various R and R's. Oh. Sunday was spent Spring cleaning. I am happy to report that I threw out loadsa junk. Maybe you get less sentimental as you grow older? But that doesn't make sense. Or MAYBE, your SENSE increases, while your sentimentality remains the same. Once the SENSE levels overtake the SENTIMENTALITY levels, then you suddenly attain some ability to sort out JUNK from stuff with REAL SENTIMENTAL VALUE. Y'know what I'm saying? hahaha. Hmmm. So this weekend is Diwali weekend. Its reaally early this year. Strange. I can't wait to EAT EAT EAT [GET THAT YANGS] all the SUMPTIOUS food. Dang it. I love food sooooo much. I live to eat. I will never understand people who eat to live. I will also never understand anorexic people, and I even less so, I will not understand bulimics. Its beyond me. There is no satisfaction like chewing chocolate, tasting it and then swallowing it. I mean whats the point of savouring the whole taste only to take it all out again. Honestly! Fools. Also, calorie counters ought to be SHOT :D Sorry kachoe hahaha But as I recall that was a brief stint, so now its cool. I mean, not only do they look like real oafs, but they make EVERYONE ELSE [I.e ME] feel guilty about their food as well! Just EAT okay. Just make sure you do some exercise after that. LOL. Okay now I'm going to go, so that I can go take a really quick bath, then give my personal statement a good editting. Knock'em dead y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. I rambled again, so much for a short post :D HAHAHA I really ought to change my blog layout. I think the words are shockingly pink, and the words are dreadfully small. I shall ask Cheryl for a favour real sooon :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8296655422183723747?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8296655422183723747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8296655422183723747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8296655422183723747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8296655422183723747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooooooooo-i-think-this-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-163226362251013084</id><published>2008-10-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:09:10.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm bored with my look. I have it for a reaaally loooong tiiiime. Can't be since primary school because in primary school I had two cute plaits to go with my adorable little face. Maybe in upper primary I had a ponytail.. Hmm can't remember! Then.. secondary 1 was the disastrous year when my pops insisted that I'd look loads better if I had a ...wait for it... BOB. Yes, but what we all failed to realise was that, pudgy little girls with round faces, and natural indian hair just don't really go with the whole sleeeek bob look. Ya feeeel me?  Yeah, then the hair grew out in sec 2, BUT I forgot the trauma of the first bob, and went in for another bob. HAHAHA. Yes, hence my mushroom head at the start of IP1! OH holy macaroooons. That was something. And Yes, back to the present. My ponytail. I love the way bangs look, but I don't think my hair is cut out [PUN INTENDED. ;DD] for that kinda thing. Besides, my forehead is mini. whaaaaat too do sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdumdeedumdumdumdeedumdum. Omg. my BIRTHDAY! Was FUNKY. HAHAHA Even though I did spend half the day at ISL meeeeeting. The rest of it more than made up! Gotta love em cousins(: They make for great entertainment HAHAHA And the presents just got funkier too mate. No thanks to my hilarious, psycho buddies LAWL what were you guys thinking!!!! But actually, it doesn't look that bad. EVEN IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF, and I DO! I tried it on the other day, and my sister TOOK A FRICKIN PICTURE. But, I can't show it to you :D It's too hot, it'd just BLOW YOUR SOCKS OFF. But yes thank you all the same for giving mye something so intrigueing and original(: It certainly blew my apparel off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.  Not saying nothing more ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whot else, whot else. Ah yes, I got upgraded! I now shoot a p40 instead of a 103. But I gotttta say this man, I miss my 103): I'm soooo used to whole 103 process, so much so that during training the other day with p40, I found myself reaching for the non-existent lever compressor thing -_-''' hahaha But I'm still getting used to my P40, sighting and stuff. and every little thing, is going to be alright!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YESTERDAY! Was the day off, where I ate AND I ate AND I ate!  Or scratch that, WE ate and WE ate and WE ate! It started off with Japanese sushi lunch at cathay. OMG I keep re-discovering my hidden secret love for sushi. BUT I still have a fervent dislike for COOKED japanese food. Its TOO BLOOMING SWEET. Bleargh. hahaha, But sushi, is like the bomb. Yes, moving on, after this rather filling sushi lunch, we went to Billy Bombers for MILKSHAKES BABY. I LIIIIIIIIIKE. They're so THICK and CREAMY. Yummalish. After that was house bunny [Supremely retarded and shallow, yet embarrassingly entertaining ;DD]. Post-house bunny, we trudged across SMU to Raffles Place where we had an Old Chang Kee curry puff each. After the curry puff, the oil taste was just unbearable so 5 PEOPLE, SHARED ONE DOUGHNUT. Get that. HAHAHA! Just to.. cleanse the palate a little. After that,  some lovely, M&amp;amp;S biscuits and cookies were purchased. Walked over to the bugis foodcourt and consumed an entire packet of those lovely jam biscuits [I discovered that dewberry biscuits from the canteen vending machine are like some cheap ripoff of this or smth, those still taste really good though!] oh and did I mention we also polished off half a packet of chocolate covered digestives. OMG SOOO GOOOD. Then, we came back to my place FOR DINNER. Which was leftovers from my party. Which was, apollo banana leaf mutton curry. HOMGZZZ. Was goood. THEN, had some fruit and birthday cake. Before sleeping, of course, the rest of the digestives were consumed along with some SKIMMED milk. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was some goood day man. And the best part is, we did so much walking and breaking in between, that I didn't even feel bloated! I guess thats also dangerous, COs we ended up severely over-eating! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yesterday night, we also went to Mt. Faber.  Omg, the place is beaaautiful at night. You can seeee soooo muuuch. And the weather is sooo cooool. Its soooo serene. There was really like no one there la! Cool stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I be off now! Till we meet again, my faithful bloggy friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-163226362251013084?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/163226362251013084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=163226362251013084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/163226362251013084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/163226362251013084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-im-bored-with-my-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-5161956126189330177</id><published>2008-10-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:22:29.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol I think if someone who didn't know me were to read my blog posts, they'd think I was a really sad mopey person. But reaally, I'm not. For some reason everytime I'm feeling a bit down, or not really very... myselfish, I find myself back here typing out my frustrations! Its so unlike when I'm happy, I feel the need to call someone on my phone [Hence the monthly scoldings regarding stratospheric phone bills] and blabber it all away. Yeah but when I'm down, I don't really feel like talking to anyone. Except my blog. hahaha Omg, what a revelation. No wonder most of my posts are so... saddy sounding. And I realised another thing, when you're feeling down, the best thing to do is to just sit down and think carefully about why you're feeling down. When you look at it, and pick it all apart, suddenly things don't seem that hopeless and impossible anymore! Well, perhaps not always, but its bound to make you feel better when you put things into persperctive. Many a time, people have pointed out to me that the fundamental reason I'm down, when I am down, is usually because I've made something bigger than it actually is. I work it all up in my mind, get stressed by it, become all snappy and unsociable, only to realise on hindsight that, hey, that was't so bad. So yeah. And just in case you were wondering there are two things on my mind bugging me right now, ones more major than the other. At least I know one should be more major than the other. One of those things is my stupidfrickingannoying Punjabi O level paper on Wednesday. Which I feel thoroughly unprepared for. All those missed lessons are starting to weigh on me with an impossibly large amount of guilt! And as for the other thing.... I've definately made it bigger than it is but I don't know how to do undo it. Sigh. All I can say is, for all the attention I shower on you, It would make my whole week, if I got just some of it back. See what I mean, it shouldn't matter so much. But it does. To me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of life [Theres ALWAYS one] I went SHOPPING this weekend! Shucks, I missed punjabi school while I was shopping. But anyways, the main idea is..... I GOT A NEW PAIR OF SHOES! WHEEEE. hahaha You have no idea how hard it is to buy pretty shoes, when you've.got.feet.my.size. I'm not even kidding! Ah yes, thats another of my pet peeves. My large feet. They're size 41, or size 12. Size 10 if you're going by trackies. But yes, I managed to find another pair of shoes in my size. Oh goodness gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And toooooday. Sunday morning was spent at karate. Hmm, I would be lying if I said I just jump out of bed with excitement every Sunday morning just dying to go for karate class, but it wouldn't be the whole truth if I said I absolutely ABHORRED going for karate class. I guess its somewhere in between, I don't mind going but given a choice, I probably wouldn't go. TEEHEE. There you have it. But the thing is, when I'm there its actually pretty fun. So I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll be off now, and see! After all this blogging, I'm not in such a foul mood anymore. But then again, I just looked in the mirror, and my complexion looks kinda.. not so good. Maybe its..... lol I'll find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, faretheewell dear sadtimefriend(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-5161956126189330177?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/5161956126189330177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=5161956126189330177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5161956126189330177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5161956126189330177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol-i-think-if-someone-who-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-551729424549000232</id><published>2008-08-30T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:56:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not so sure I want to know you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't you heard, darling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take that ego and shove it somewhere the sun don't shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ok so maybe I haven't been scorned. But I'm monumentally pissed off okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Moving on to something a LITTLE more light-hearted, the punjabi paper was like chicken feet. But that doesn't mean I aced it. LOL Well, we'll find out in a couple of hours time! Yes, the papers are already being returned to us, and I just did it on Friday! Oh gosh gosh gosh. Friday was the BOMB DIGGEDY. Though I wish I hadn't wasted my time trying to study for it! So useless. I think I'm going to give up studying for Punjabi papers. Nothing you study ever comes out. But that wasn't the highlight! The highlight was alllll the NTIL people being gathered at the same place!!!! That means I got to see all my wonderful HINDI friends! hahaha My god, it was so good seeing Nikki and Paddy and Aleena and Anchal etc etc  NIKITA SANAL! We need to have a proper sit-down conversation love, I haven't spoken to you for toooooo long. Oh Oh Oh. And guess what. I saw this ........... guy.        :D  :D :D    I'm sorrry! Okay he wasn't thaaat great but he was kinda cute, in a dreamy kinda way. hahaha. Omg the break in-between was so funny&lt;br /&gt;Harmeet: I mean just look at their (cute guy and his friends) body-language! It just screams HI! OVER HERE! CHECK ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, they couldn't be more blatant! But whos complaining love! ;D&lt;br /&gt;After paperrrr, took the train home with paro and her buddy and his buddy. Clowny bunch of people. hahaha  And when I got off at dhoby ghaut by myself to take the train to newton, I was daaaamn alert and freaked out LOL Kept making sure there weren't any funky people around. Paranoia sets in y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, I'd best be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Saw Erik today after karate! finaaaally, after all this months! HOHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-551729424549000232?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/551729424549000232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=551729424549000232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/551729424549000232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/551729424549000232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-so-sure-i-want-to-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8449957405642784733</id><published>2008-08-20T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:23:24.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. what a bloody horrific, disgusting absolutely mortifying experience. Its one of those things you hear about, cringe and then forget about cos you never expect it to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it does. My gawd. I'm so so so disgusted. And the worst part is there was really not much I could do about it, thats what I HATE. Feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Gross. Gross. Whenever I think back I'm just so SICKENED. Hence I should stop thinking back. So much for all the martial arts you could ever learn. SHIT. Should've really hit him where it hurt. Uuuuuuuuugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, you ******* wanker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8449957405642784733?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8449957405642784733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8449957405642784733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8449957405642784733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8449957405642784733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1522726909560563080</id><published>2008-08-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:00:30.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho guess whos baaaack!  Daayyuum loads happened since I was here last. Hopes raised.. Hopes dashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today was totally hilarious. that half an hour or so with wilona lee was just OMG. HAHAHA Oh gawd. That is so the last time I get up to any bimobtic hijinks to get the attention of certain indiviudals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops. Did I just say that out loud? Guess I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Ah well! Oh Noooooooo. Whenever I replay the scene in my mind, I cannnnot help but laugh! And bromines face was just.. priceless! WOOT ;DDD  stoopid blooddy compost barrel. Stupid bloody moron who didn't fasten the lid properly. And even brainer pair oof brainiacs who decided to play with the darn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where should I stand tomorrow? This side or that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! Speaking of tomorrow, watch out for my debut on stage! I'm going to EXPLODE into the limelight. Seriously, I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing, well I'm shooting off a firework [Read: Artfully decorated umbrella]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this week, I put conversational chinese skills to good use when I went to help out with the taiwan immersion programme! HAHAHA, I was successful! In making them laugh at me. then when I was asking feli and fiona how to say stuff in chinese, such as: How to say 'again'? the taiwan girl herself told me :D hahaha quite funny(: Niiice girl! In fact I impressed her so much with my speaking that she even wanted to take a picture with me! Chow reckons it was so she could jab at it and say: Na ge in tu ren ke yi jiang hua yu!! LOL Does that make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;too bad if it don't baabbby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I've figured out whats bugging me, but how can I say it without sounding like a total bitch. It's not anyones fault.. I guess its just the way things are. Nothing much I can do about it. Deal Dilshaad Deal. cos whatever you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREES A CROWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1522726909560563080?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1522726909560563080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1522726909560563080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1522726909560563080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1522726909560563080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoho-guess-whos-baaaack-daayyuum-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8573546180811998740</id><published>2008-07-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:15:22.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda perfect. Kinda everything I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm thoroughly disappointed with my results. This whole thing about including punjabi results, is like.. a last ditch attempt to salvage some shit. I guess I'm disappointed cos my results are so.. mediocre. They're like oookay. Just like everything else I do, I always seem to be doing JUST enough to skate by. How come I can't do anything EXCEPTIONAL. If I do by some stroke of luck do something exceptional, its purely by chance. Is that the way its supposed to be? Plod along till something exceptional comes your way? I doubt it. I doubt great people became great people just by chance. Besides, I don't want to be great, nono, I'm not going to ask for that much, I just want to achieve something that I can be totally proud of. Something that can represent effort that I put in. Unfortunately, thats where the problem lies. Somehow, whatever I do is not good enough. I'm sure I can do better, but I'm such a lazy bum. Such  a very lazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohdeardeardear. I've got to pull myself together pretty darn soon, because this is so not the time to be feeling demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The most annoying part is that on hindsight everything seems like a mistake that could have been avoided. So simply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8573546180811998740?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8573546180811998740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8573546180811998740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8573546180811998740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8573546180811998740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/07/kinda-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7663682603818702937</id><published>2008-07-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:30:07.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. My six-week-long holidays are coming to end shortly. In fact they end this weekend when I have to go for PUNJABI SCHOOL): Sigh. The thought of wasting away an entire saturday morning rotting away there is just........ such a turn-off. So MUCH more can be done with those extra four hours y'know! In fact one of my favourite phrases during the hols are (usually after coming back from a shopping trip laden with newly purchased beauties) Look how much more we can get done when theres no punjabi school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yup. Oh bejeeeeezus. I just remembered that.. after skipping Pskool for one lesson and missing FIVE extra lessons...... I have 6 units to do in a span of.. 2 days. Half a day when you consider half of today is already gone, tomorrow is nats and Saturday is PUNJABI SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********SCREAMS, CLUTCHES HAIR, RUNS IN CIRCLES.  ermm SCREAMS AGAIN!******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw it. I'm going to get scolded by her anyway so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm kinda happy normal school is starting again i.e CLASSES IN NJ. For a whole range of reasons actually. RANGING from academic to non-academic. Siigh, I keep learning this: Never ever judge a person before you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I'm rediscovering ABBa for the hundredth? time. How can ALL their songs be so loverlyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. current top three abba songs according to me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowing me, Knowing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knooowing me knoowing you.. ah haahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I croosss the streeeet, i have a dreaaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you need me darling cant you hear me SOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandahfoooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. Im so pissed off. My LEFT earphone ALWAYS STOPS WORKING. Then I have to JOGGLE the wire around for a while, and find a specific position for the wire to be in before i can hear anything. akdjfbvakdfjugEKRBSJWP9O4Y7W0OIRLFK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The random lettering signifies ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it time for lunch yet. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear oh dear. Theres some people I feel like talking to and meeting up with like RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these people include among other beings, people I've never spoken to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Last night, while I couldn't sleep I decided my all-time favourite artistes were Coldplay and Robbie Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness I haven't had a good nights sleep in aaages. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and tossing and turning. So annoyying. Tke last night fos instance, I looked at my clock it read 12:22 AM  I put my handphone/clock down and closed my eyes, didnt feel comfortable and tossed and turned and tossed and turned, and then a few minutes later i checked my clock again and it read 5:09 AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE?! That means I was having such an uncomfortable sleep that I hadn't even felt like I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaay. does that make sense?  Uh yeah. I didn't think so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Im off for lunch, then I should really start on my Pskool hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops felitthams is calling and because of the phone vibrations my friggin earphone wire went crooked and now i cant hear a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee y'all later!! I lowe youuuuuuuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7663682603818702937?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7663682603818702937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7663682603818702937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7663682603818702937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7663682603818702937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2539346628540417528</id><published>2008-06-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:44:35.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh daaaang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I end up HERE again. In this naaasty downward spiral of disappointment after disappointment.  Damn damn double damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it la. I hate how disorganized I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always easier to put the blame on someonelse but I think this time most of it is just all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitshitshit. Everything is in a MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2539346628540417528?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2539346628540417528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2539346628540417528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2539346628540417528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2539346628540417528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-daaaang-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4122981913905378647</id><published>2008-06-28T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:09:28.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right so the hols have been over for one week. It doesn't feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha     anyways. This weekend was strange.. unusual. Becaaause mommmers and daddders are awaay. In PARIS actually ;DD Ooooh. LOL. Yeah, and it was also weird cos this weekend some family friends daughter got married. I didn't know her at all actually :D HAHA parents friends luhhh. So, the pre-wedding party was on Friday night, the 'marriage' was this morning and the banquet dinner is tonight. Iiiiii WON'T be able to go cos I'm stuck at home looking after tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. My sis and cousin get to go with granny on behalf of my mom and dad. AKJDFBADOGUBHAODFNA;DFHA. I WANT TO GO TOOO. Particularly so because this wedding is really one of the more.. cikit atas ones HAHA Reallly grandeous and I mean you know money when you see it honeys. Siigh! I woould've loved to see tonight! Ah well. Hopefully there'll be many more to come, in fact theres another invite for another wedding in about 2 weeks time. But this one is the NORMAL kind luh. Not the atas kind. Oops. SORRAYE MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, for us kids, weddings like these are just an opportunity to dress up, eat goood food and dance! Its really great. Even more so cos theres so many of us cousins so we just get our group together and walk around like some gang. HAHAHA Same thing in punjabi school also, one of ym cousins friends actually commented:&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Omg. Your family took over the playground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA Yes. My fantastico familio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else. OH! ahaha The bride is actually slightly older than your usual bride luh.. as in shes late thirties and not mid-twenties. so I guess because shes older, and more mature and stuff, she wasn't the quintessential blushing indian bride, too shy to do anything other than smile and look pretty. She did smile and looke pretty and all, but on the friday night party, on the dance floor she was funky la! hahaha it was pretty cool. mmmhmm. Gee. I wonderwonderwonder :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wannttttt someone close to get married sooooooon. I have officially decided that I LOVE WEDDINGS. Theyre so fun and sweet and make you feel all warm and fuzzy. Don't you think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. omg. I've been bitten by the buuuuuuuuug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I've decided that I want my wedding car to be a BEEEEMER. theyre sooo friggin cool. lol. aiiiight aiiiiiight, thats raaaaaaather far off. Okay very far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I still want a beemer so THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4122981913905378647?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4122981913905378647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4122981913905378647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4122981913905378647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4122981913905378647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-so-hols-have-been-over-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4826924640107528324</id><published>2008-06-11T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:25:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darrrrn it. I'm craving food. Not just ANY kind of food. Theres some things that I really really really feel like eating right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate, of ANY KIND with the exceptin of the awful tasting cheap kind a la gold chocolate coins. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A chocoloate cupcake slathered in chocolate cream/frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A doughnut. Of any topping, preferably either glaze, or chocolate coated+filled. Hmm custard-filled would do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate cake. Chocolate cheesecake. Chocolate mousse cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. OOH! OOH! TIRAMISU. oooemmmgeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Milo-ais from ANY Roti Prata shop in the WHOLE of Malaysia. Waaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A mango smooooothie. Shit man, that sounds so so so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS DIDN'T COME UP EARLIER: PUMPKIN PIE. Oooooh.Oooooh.Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A WARM OOZY SLAB OF BROWNIE, WITH COLD COLD VANILLA ICE-CREAM ON TOP. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A cream puff from Beard Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear dear. I want those quick and I want those fast and I want those NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohohohohohohohohoh.         ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4826924640107528324?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4826924640107528324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4826924640107528324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4826924640107528324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4826924640107528324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/06/darrrrn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1591949167982849157</id><published>2008-06-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:44:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeeee I heartheartheart holidays. You can just do whatever you want whenever you want!! Like today, I slept at 4pm JUST BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT! then I woke up had a shower and had dinner. LOL. So fun. I love the feeling of not having anything to do, ahhhh bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is quiteee a change from last week. Last week was Camp Week! what with YLTC and Training Camp, tiiiiiiiiring maaaaan. But I HAVE to admit it was really really really fun. YLTC was kinda like OBS on a much more manageable level. Except the friggin 8km run luh, that was like OMG. hahaha it was quite silly really, seeing as it was the last night, some of us decided to sleep under the stars instead. Buuuut, we ended up talking rubbbbish. rubbish and more rubbish. ACtually it wasn't rubbish all the time, because SOME of the time was spent talking about mariam and gucci :D :D :D That part was nice MUAHAHA. Yeah, so didn't sleep, then just as we were abooout to nod off, the siren went off for the run. My gawd it was torture. Mental and physical. It was like RUN RUN RUN then DROP WHEREVER YOU ARE, (be it mud or sand) and do push-ups/sit-ups. wozah. That was some experience. But like I said, that was the single most taxing activity. The rest I say with much PRIDE, I BREEZED THROUGH :D Oh man, I miss Berjaya. Supaaaa fun, made loadsa new friends. And some nitwit nincompoops kept thinking that I was lying to them about chenchel being my sister -_-''' So I quoted abby/abigail BLUFF YOU FOR WHAT LAAA BLUFF YOU GET MONEY AH. lololol. what else what else.right I don't know what else to put here cos theres soooo much more to yltc!! Goodness. nvm nvm lets end it with an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah BERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR .. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now ff to training camp. Eggggstremely frutiful I'd say. It was a very interesting experience too, its kind of an aw(e?)ing feeling when you realise that besides us, there is no one else in school. anyways camp allowed me to not only catch up on my sleep, but I SHOT MY PB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA Couldn't believe it, super duper happy. Been waiting for this for ages and ages. :D  I shot 340.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, tmr is NUSIS, hopefully I'll be able to do some magic again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I'm going to be so sad when the hols are over, I think I'm going to be spending alot of time in the first few weeks day-dreaming about camps. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight night world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit-kat, Snickers        Mars and Maltesers         Cadbury and Flavoured Pods tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I HEART CHOCOLATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1591949167982849157?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1591949167982849157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1591949167982849157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1591949167982849157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1591949167982849157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheeeee-i-heartheartheart-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7036212915412852505</id><published>2008-05-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:55:21.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoooooo. some serious revelations tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ok I've known this for a while now. But it never really hit me how baaad it was. I realise that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waaay too dependent on what OTHER people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care toooo much about what OTHER people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really make decisions of my own because I'm always asking OTHER people what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said right, SERIOUS revelations.! HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg.   okaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take more control Dilshaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes! Ok, I'mma tryyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This STINKS. I still haven't had pumpkin pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays so faaar have been exactly what I want them to be(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun and relaxing! Haven't had this kind of a holiday in ages. But I'm just trying to block out the ahem &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;projectsandassignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yep. Those naaaasty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa wants to watch sex and the citaaaaaaaaaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!oh!oh! I, well me and my sisssy made soya bean milk tonight. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd. You'll never believe how easy it is! It just takes a bit of effort thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, soak the beans, squeeze the beans, boil the beans and voila! We have MILK BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing no?!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training so far has been happyable, i.e I'm happy with whats going on right now, who knew all I needed was FOCUS. hahaha oh yeah. I've known since DAY UNO haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the song BEST I EVER HAD by VERTICAL HORIZON is like REAAALLLY NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY MAN by the EELS is REAALLLY NICE too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what its like ............... heeey man now youre really living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha its SUCH  a CUTE song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ozmygodz. I'd best start packing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chownaaaaa. I think I'm not going to see you for like approximately THREE weeks! hahaha first I'm going for camp then shes going on hol then I'm going on hol. Its like WOWZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well m'dear, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different note: I'M DEALING AND I'M DEALING WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7036212915412852505?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7036212915412852505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7036212915412852505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7036212915412852505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7036212915412852505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7385037421426876739</id><published>2008-05-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:30:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, its final! I'm SOOOO DOOOONE WITH SHORT HAIR. I want long-assss hair from now on. Hence, should any hairdresser with a pair of scissors in his hand even dare to steal so much as glance at my luxurious ebony tresses, well he shalt be severely dealt with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiiiiiiiigh! SO MUCH TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MAKE PUMPKIN PIE.    MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;2. make ez-link card.            errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;3. Get that _ _ _.                  MMMMMMMMMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;4. :D :D :D :D :D :D                uh-huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!&lt;br /&gt;5. Pull up my socks               deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefinately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomigosh. YLTC is next week, wowzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stoopid jinnie gim sucks la! PLOT WHAT PLOT! FLY WHAT FLY! FLY AWAY RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha. omg, I heart talking like that, it just CRACKS ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooooooo. I should stop according certain indiviudals so much air time in my brain. Because, like I've advised a million times before, SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA LET GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howevaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it JUST isn't as easy as saying: Ok im letting go right now, Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my not-so-humble opinion, everyone should just abstain, it'll just make life a whole lot less complicated. Seriously. Why add extra strain on yourself when you're not really coping as it is? Tsk. Silly stuff really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I HEAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Man (Now you're really living) By The Eels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU! Maybe, if you took your head out of your own ass once in a while, you'd see the world is full of other people who have their own issues as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************ROLLS EYES**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrazyOldCat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I swear I'm tooo damn nice. Sometimes, YES! you have to admit sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YARIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weell, goodnight world. And I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7385037421426876739?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7385037421426876739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7385037421426876739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7385037421426876739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7385037421426876739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/okayy-its-final-im-soooo-doooone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-765220668371845232</id><published>2008-05-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:02:24.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap. Its times like these when you just want to cry. When EVERYTHING thats bothering you, and annoying you and pissing you off just culminates. But its great when you have an avenue to let it all right out. Like when you really do have a good cry, and the privilege of a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm kinda glad the way things turned out on friday night. Like the looong taxi ride and stuff. It gave me good time to think. And talk. So I've thought. I've also decided. I just hope, that this gives me enough will to keep doing the things that I know I need to do. I also realised that I'm alot of things that I don't like in other people. Yeah I try to not be like that sometimes, but sometimes things just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. someone tell me why I'm writing my thoughts in public again? Oh yeah, this is a .. diary of sorts isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I disgust myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh ugh UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-765220668371845232?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/765220668371845232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=765220668371845232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/765220668371845232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/765220668371845232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3127689591893235140</id><published>2008-05-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:41:51.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I have sdlfjnskjgnsktj number [thats not really a number is it?] of exams to go and I just scrwed up my math exam but... IM HAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.  Maybe its cos its friday and I know tmr is saturday and the day after is sunday and the day after that is a public holiday? YEAH tha might be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got some mental issues.&lt;br /&gt;A - HEE A - HEE A - HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, Like no one knew that ages agooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Im SO not doing physics next year. Its like sooo UGH. Math is actually a pretty fun subject y'know, SERIOUSLY. I can't believe I just said that but yes, I prouldy proclaim MATH IS FUN. I'm just not that great at it. One day though I WILL BE! lawlssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooohMyTian. I just put my name in for YLTC, I wonder if I'll get to go! It sounds................................................... challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PLEASE dont say ohmytian. Its the most annoying thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I lost my ezlink card, and apparently I look like some old woman, but not old enough to get a senior citizen discount. so i pay one buck per bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm supposed to be mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hotel california is a nice old song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't believe school ends for one month in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want someone to throw a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like having one of those kinda nights where there're no lights, loudloud music and lotsalotsa people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure of what I want, but I'm STILL not sure if I CanMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I should stop waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a very befitting quote from OTH: Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Its disapointing and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA DRAMA MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3127689591893235140?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3127689591893235140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3127689591893235140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3127689591893235140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3127689591893235140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4618427452383057980</id><published>2008-05-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:01:24.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATEHATEHATHATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IMMA IGNORE YOU FROM NOW ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4618427452383057980?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4618427452383057980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4618427452383057980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4618427452383057980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4618427452383057980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8527546605806604353</id><published>2008-05-04T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:58:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr is a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twirls finger in the air and says, whooooo.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you SENSE my sarcasm? I hope you do. hahaha I'm in one those moods today, the smart-alecky, wise-cracky, everything pisses me off kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all because, exams are looming over head, like some blooooming rain cloud, which is one frikkin water droplet short of causing a thunderstorm of astronomical proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of astronomical proportions, I know many jackasses but only one falls under the category of astronomical proportions. I think you're selfish, self-centred, and can't bare to have the attention diverted from you for ONE second. HAH! And to think I though myself attention-seeking! Next to you, I'm nothing but a wallflower. Hmm, after that description, I think I know TWO jackasses, of astronomical proportions! haha. No WONDER I'm in feeling sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, today while washing the dishes, a glass slipped from my hands and fell. I tried to stop it or pick it up [I don't why moments like these are all a blur!] and the next thing I know my frikkin finger has this one cm long SLICE, which was god knows how deep! It WOULDNT STOP BLEEDING. But me cuzzyy, PRESSSSSED the finger so that it would stop bleeding. apparently pressure on a deep wound helps, shrugs. ANYWAYS! It just bled more and more. So finally we decided to just put a plaster on. Haven't seen any leakages since, and I don't intend to open it up so soon. SHUUUUUDDDDERS. SO NAAASTY. Not to mention terribly painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I HATE washing dishes. so gross la. I hate the thought of rubbing my hands across someone elses dinner remnants. YEUCCCCCH. Okay they're my family, but STILL! And because I can't bare that thought, I wash my hands damn alot, as a result of whichy they feel dry. So I'm going to slather cream across my lovely hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTASWELLYOUUTTERLYUNDESERVINGINGRATEOFAROTTENPLAYBOY.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats exactly what I think you are.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why I enjoy talking to you so much. But the thing is, you're much too complicated and baggage laden for MY happy-go-lucky life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not talking about someone I'M involved with. Hes a friend, or at least he used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8527546605806604353?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8527546605806604353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8527546605806604353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8527546605806604353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8527546605806604353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/tmr-is-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3932735872886438908</id><published>2008-05-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:38:53.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you feeeel the presssureeee its taking over nowwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. I'm busier than I've been in a looooooooong time, but I'm also happpier than I've been in a while! Howdya explain that?! hahaha Oooooooooh. I think I know why I'm so happy. Its just so EXCITING! This feeling of... HOPE! that something amazing is about to happen, gosh, I really hope my hopes don't get dashed! I don't know what I'd do if they did!Taking risks is fun! I reccomend everyone to go out and do something they don't normally do :D hahaha I know exactly who will roll their eyes when they see me write: Taking risks is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDD But honestly, they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else.. Ah yes! Rrrrrrajan is the BOMB! The regular einstein fixed my 'Y' key for meeee! Now it works fine! Not as good as new though, cos it still feels harder to press then the rest, but at least its alll stuck in there together now (no more, key and rubber dome) omg rubber dome.   okay anyways YES! IT WORKS. And thats all that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm going to majorly overshoot my sms limit. It certainly feels that way! Or MAYBE its just because the memory on motorola phones suck so bad I have to delete it everytime there are 35 messages in inbox and 35 messages in outbox. Do you have any idea how hard it is to delete all those messages?! Remind me NEVER EVER EVER TO GET A MOTOROLA PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yessssssss! My iPod works fine tooo! Turns out all I needed to do was charge the blooooming gizmo.    0_0   I didn't realise the battery was totally flat, so I didn't realise that I had to charge it fully or whatever. And to think I spent a whole day letting people press the five buttons on my ipod in various combinaitons trying to get it to work! HAHA Quite funny if you think of it! Oh. And I charged it and it was working, but apparently I forgot to turn it off, so the batterys dead again -_-''''''''' super stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomeegosh. I just got a message: The elections period has begun! Ooooh.Ooooh.Oooooh. I'm prettyy darn sure which post I want to apply for! I think it'd be really cool to be in charge of the pistol girls(: Y'know what, I really can't imagine myself in any other CCA, I think however attractive an outdoor sports CCA looks right now, I doubt I'd be able to cope. I think I would be EXHAUSTED and I can you IMAGINE being under the sun anymore than I have to be! No way man. I get enough jibes as it is :/ whooppppdeeeeedooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH. I can't take this waaaaaiting. Its much tooooo looooong. but its barely been a day! Hury hurry hurry yo! Actually, when it actually happens, if anything actually happens. I wonder if I'll have any regrets.. Lets hope not aye! AND the world is such a smallll plaaaaace. Though I don't think I want to make use of that connection. Eurgh. ahahaa wilona does come up with some good words, i.e eurgh, YAYUH! oH. And when I said YAYUH the other day, she told me I sounded like some BIG BLACK WOMAN. like WHUUUUUUUUUUUT? HAHAHAHA okok I think I get what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU. Sorry, I just have to get this out! YOU STINK! btw, the you shall not be named because I don't want to hurt you's feelings. Not because I care about those feelings, but because YOU would only milk it for all its worth. I mean milk the fact that yous so poor thing, because nobody likes you and everyone is being mean to you. But FACE IT! you deserve ALL OF IT. You're such a cow. Pissing me off sooo bad YOU know. I don't care, I'm going to be a right mean cow to you too. You've been asking for it. But perhaps I can't blame you, perhaps theres no regulation system aka a BRAIN before words start spewing out of your mouth. You really have no idea how DAFT you sound do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKAY! GUESS WHAT! I'm still happy, and I'm going off now to do a ... drum roll please.... PROJECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-oooooooo! Wheee I HEART BLOGGING. though I'm wondering if I should change the template, but then change to whaaaat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3932735872886438908?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3932735872886438908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3932735872886438908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3932735872886438908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3932735872886438908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-feeeel-presssureeee-its-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-5507178403807140484</id><published>2008-04-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:51:38.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I see my mistake. Maybe that teacher back then really did have a point which I tried to ignore. But &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; do I change now? Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwantsomeonetotellmethateverythingisgoingtobeokay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-5507178403807140484?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/5507178403807140484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=5507178403807140484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5507178403807140484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5507178403807140484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-see-my-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-916048250342139849</id><published>2008-03-26T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:01:36.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day its been! A day of revelations and resolutions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, revelations because I never thought I could win a silver medal on such short notice, yes I do have some faith-in-myself issues and resolutions, because this is ABSOLUTELY the last time ever. That that, is ever happening. some things are just not worth all the trouble and depression they cause. Not to mention the fact that there are jackasses who are so perverse, that the more you try, the more they run in the opposite direction. Just for the sake of it, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days are getting busier and busier and I feel absolutely jaded. I'm just going through the daily, weekly motions of life. sometimes I feel so bogged down by everything, then I suddenly remember that this is just one chapter of life! that theres so much more out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were right, it was just a phase. I mean that feeling is still there, but it wasn't as pronounced as it was before. Just somethings that ___ does that annoy the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm not sure its about discipline anymore, i think its more of a concentration issue now. But is lack of concentration a result of poor discipline? I don't know. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres just so much to do, and SO LITTLE TIME. I can't believe its thursday tomorrow already. The week just woooshes by. That so ain't good. But sometimes I wish I had a fast-forward button. Then sometimes I wish had a button to pause life so it'd never change, and sometimes I want a rewind button when I want a do-over. But no such luck right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today I realised something else, I don't think I find gossiping thaaat interesting. Or maybe it was just the subject matter. Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I wonder if anyone else feels this way: Its like you're perfectly happy with who you are, you don't really have any problems with who you are, or what you look like. But sometimes because of other people, who say things intentionally, or unintentionally, you suddenly feel like you should change, or that theres something wrong with you. Well, then what DO you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it folks, the stuff thats been on my mind for a while. Okay, that was actually more for my own satisfaction and now I feel so much better that I've dumped it out onto some other medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well GoodNight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-916048250342139849?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/916048250342139849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=916048250342139849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/916048250342139849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/916048250342139849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-day-its-been-day-of-revelations.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8171331698888581036</id><published>2008-03-22T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:43:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want it so bad. Its not even like I can say, I don't know how I'm going to get there. I do know how to get what I want, I just don't have the discipline and the focus to keep doing the things I ought to be doing, to get that which I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, to get the thing I want, how do I achieve that which I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, the power of want is just not fuel enough to drive me to what I want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I could just keep asking how? all day and all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd. When did my posts start getting so un-cheeeery and ho-hummy. Looking at the last few posts I made, I feel like one of those broody morons I oft roll my eyes at. tsk tsk tsk. I suppose it'd be the easist thing in the world to say that its simply because theres nothing to be happy about. But then, even I myself think that thats wrong. Because I do think that I have much to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you know what, enough mind exploring. I'm off to bed, and then to karate tomorrow morning so I can gain enough experience to ......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.     :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a very naughty girl. I haven't been doing what I ought to be doing. I think I'm going back to my old lazy ways, rather disappointingly quickly. Hmmm, were they every gone to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I'd give to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come to think of it, not much really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8171331698888581036?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8171331698888581036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8171331698888581036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8171331698888581036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8171331698888581036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-it-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7155271102368138897</id><published>2008-03-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:01:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. I jsut wrote a whole bunch of shit out, and then I decided it was pointless writing stuff like that out cos it in fact only stirs the shit and makes it worse. So I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUH-PAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WHATEVER. I always say Im through feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I'm never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7155271102368138897?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7155271102368138897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7155271102368138897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7155271102368138897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7155271102368138897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2305926495569884342</id><published>2008-03-12T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:17:22.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMG. SOOOOO EXCITING. But how so very disappointing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2305926495569884342?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2305926495569884342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2305926495569884342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2305926495569884342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2305926495569884342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/omgomgomgomg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4720474183918758902</id><published>2008-03-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:04:50.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koi lok, hor lokan di vakat lei koi izat nahin hai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4720474183918758902?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4720474183918758902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4720474183918758902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4720474183918758902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4720474183918758902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/koi-lok-hor-lokan-di-vakat-lei-koi-izat.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-194541595383094991</id><published>2008-03-06T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T04:29:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sis just left for airport and I already feel glum. ahaha. how WEIRD is that? was planning to go but finally didn't cos i felt guilty about leaving my screwed up physics notes behind. i think this is going to be the longest that i don't see my sissssy. i think its gonna seem even longer cos its the hols next week. ah well, i guess BECAUSE its the hols the time will pass even faster right? lol ok im so not making sense.  so far i think the papers have been quite reasonable, not going to go to any extremes so as not to induce any karma! :D though, i probably would've been able to do better if i had done more! plus consistent work as well la... but ah well. whats done is done. sigh. shall go make the most of the screwed up physics notes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hulalalala. this time tomorrow. wowzah :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think imma watch one tree hill without chenchy, she never wants to watch anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BeSafe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-194541595383094991?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/194541595383094991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=194541595383094991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/194541595383094991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/194541595383094991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/sis-just-left-for-airport-and-i-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-944564023375687639</id><published>2008-03-05T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:31:02.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn it. I've got this urge blog a super long post. Unfortunately though, I've nothing to report, rant or rave about. The past few days have been... somewhat boring. Exam..mug..exam..mug. The March hols don't seem to be able to hold much respite from all this baloney either. Soooo much to do. Like more than 50 percent is school-related. Like shit I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Feeeeeling low at the moment. Just not feeling like my normal self. I need a pick-me-up. haha. Liiime. Not too sure why either actually.. probably a mixture of stuff. I think I worry much too much about too many things. I worry about stuff that hasn't happened, about stuff that might happen, about stuff that already happened, about stuff that I could have/ should have done. Muchhhh toooo mucccch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, chenchys going to Maldives tomorrow. I wanna go tooo. haha, mark of a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my nails are a terrible mess again. I'd stopped biting them for like over four months already. Then suddenly, I SWEAR, when exam season came around again, my nails disappeared. Pretty amazing huh? Never really thought it was such a pronounced reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaiyai. Theres so many things I want to do but I havent got the time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things such as clean up my room (i.e chuck out all unnecessary crap), carry out a proper lunge routine (I think the motive for this is pretty obivous ;D) learn malay (all the better to understand my parents when they don't want me to be understanding), try out all the wonderful recipes I seem to chance upon all the time (so I can taste for myself all the wonderful sounding things!) ....... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want everything to be perfect. Like that damned control-freak on trading spouses today. The jack actually said: I'm living the perfect life, with my perfect wife, my perfect kids, my perfect house, my perfect _______, ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet his wife is just about ready to murder him in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other family, the two kids are a pair of retarded-psycho-freaks, with long rebonded fringes covering a good 90% of thier faces, the mother spends 12 hours a day on the computer playing damn STAR WARS. the father has this to say: Certainly, her time on the computer does drive a wedge into the family unit.. I say: A bit of an understatement considering your delinquent son said: Its like not having a mother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stooopider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sad lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. maybe I'm being judgmental. MAYBE NOT. HONESTLY WHAT KIND OF SCREWED UP SITUATION IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok. I'm bored and am in desperate need for contact with the outside world. I just spent the whole day coooped up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I'm done with my mindless ramblings. The urge is somewhat satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok byyyye. So cute!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-944564023375687639?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/944564023375687639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=944564023375687639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/944564023375687639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/944564023375687639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/darn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2878157668763755918</id><published>2008-03-01T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:24:23.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You (I) only want what you (I) can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; the saddest part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2878157668763755918?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2878157668763755918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2878157668763755918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2878157668763755918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2878157668763755918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-i-only-want-what-you-i-cant-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7596145129911792705</id><published>2008-02-28T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:42:02.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew. Just finished up some math. Boy oh boywill I be glad when asssssweeeeeks over. Super stresssssed. And today was my NTU Shoot. I think I'd sound like an ungrateful shit if I said something like: so much for breaking a record.  muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I'll say, it was an educational experience. I shot 332 btw. It was educational because I was shooting 9's and 10's, then suddenly there was this string of 8's. There WAS  niggling thought at the back of my mind telling me that my HAND was jerking, and it wasnt SUPPOSED to be jerking. But I chose to ignore the niggggling thought. So I continued in my erroneous ways, until lo and behold! I jerked so bad, I shot a.... 5ive. So pro right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. anyways, I think that happened like MORE than once during my shoot, but somehow it didn't dawn on me till later on when sing hui was giving me a "stern" warning a making the same mistakes time after time :D sorrrry man, old/bad habits die hard. Anyways, I'm kinda glad I managed to get back to my own [as of last year] standard. The Jan safra monthly was like some serious wake-up call hahahaha 275. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I think its always important to remember that when you've gone all the way down, the only way to go is up yeah? Well thats what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing I found out today was that you can come out during your shooting time to talk to your friends and stuff! like HOW cool is that? I've always wondered why people asked me: You done shooting? whenever I walked out of the range after completing forty shots. I'd nod, but think inside, hmm, why else would I be out here an hour and a bit later? :DDDDDDDDDDDDD hahahahaha well today I found out. All thanks to fiona chow, who came out after completing 35 shots, just to sit around and laugh a bit. lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my. what a day its been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. You seem uninitiated to the 'give-take concept'. As the term suggests, the concept is about a little give and a little take. Right now though, it's like I give unconditionally, but you never seem to return the favour. And I'm starting to get that feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. calculus be gone. trigonometry fly to the moon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematicians? Bored old poofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine. Maybe there is SOME use in the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7596145129911792705?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7596145129911792705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7596145129911792705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7596145129911792705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7596145129911792705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2437834158069771294</id><published>2008-02-27T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:41:10.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. I just read something off someones blog which was JUST posted and im like bursting with curiosity and amazement. I don't know if its true but I don't know how to possibly find out. I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow morning, if at all! hmph. this sux. how am i supposed to sleep?! omgomgomg. is it for REAL????? But how did they find out?  like zooooomg. its scary but coool at the same time. wts. this sucks. ive got this ZOMG piece of 'news' and everyones asleep. do you KNOW how torturous that is?!?!?!?!?!?1?! grahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever, shall just go sleep. and wake up tomorrow morning and see if its all true or just some damn hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for tomorrow yooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2437834158069771294?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2437834158069771294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2437834158069771294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2437834158069771294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2437834158069771294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6572071330199507030</id><published>2008-02-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:38:45.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELITHAM IS SOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNEAKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAAAAAAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6572071330199507030?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6572071330199507030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6572071330199507030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6572071330199507030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6572071330199507030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hahahahahahahahaha-hahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4063999114148110329</id><published>2008-02-17T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T07:53:37.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm pissed. I'm sick (literally) and I'm tired (literally) and YOU and your stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;childish &lt;/span&gt;little attitude? = not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has got to be one of the worst in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say thank goodness its over except tomorrow is Monday. I'm not sure thats a good thing. Honestly though, I strongly doubt it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with people and their attitudes. Just take it and shove it somewhere the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Where did I hear that one? Its a good line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh _______ it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4063999114148110329?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4063999114148110329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4063999114148110329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4063999114148110329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4063999114148110329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1357042858056183751</id><published>2008-02-09T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:12:34.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh. Its KILLING ME. I juuuust heard the song yesterday, HOWEVER the song had at the very most THREE WORDS for lyrics, and those threee words  ARE THE TITLE TO THE SONG. (I asked someone) But NOW, I either remembered the WRONG THREE WORDS, or the song is TOTALLY UNHEARD OF ANYWHERE ELSE IN THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD. Pfffft. While the former is more likely, I think its the latter. Because I'm preeeeeeeety sure the three words are, 'I PROMISE YOU.' BUT. I stupidly forgot to ask who the ARTISTE of the song is. Thus, I CANNOT find the song I want. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. All I DO KNOW FOR SURE, is that the song had this really cool, catchy tune, rhythm, beat which sounded kinda french and carnivally, AND IT DEFIANTELY HAD THE WORD PROMISE in its few lyrics, and title. the rest of the words might have been, I, you or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KNOW OF, OR HAVE THIS SONG PLEASE TELL ME. I WILL BE GRATEFUL TO YOU FOR ERM... A COUPLE OF WEEKS? :D HAHAHA okok, but puhLEASE, if you do have this song send it to me okayokayOKAY? SPANKYOU! Oher sorry, I meant, THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I think its a techno song, cos the other songs playing before and after it were kinda technoey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I heard the song playing in some crappy little ramly burger pondok in the middle of the carpark of a public beach in Desaru right after go-karting when we went to buy ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAGGGGGHHHH. Desaru was sooooo fun. and now that I;ve found out about the FABULOSO chinese seafood restaurants, the GO-KARTING (SUPERB STUFF!) and the eerr beach (which I always knew about.) ITS ALMOST AS GOOD AS KUANTAN OR PENANG! Except that kuantan has loadsa shopping, and penang has really cool sea sports PLUS loads and loadsa shooping.. but still! For a quick getaway, desaru is good stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I had a great time because of the.... COMPANY! My family went with my cousins family, who in turn brought along one of my cousins fiancee[s?] and his roommate as well as cousins from the other side of their family. HAHAHA DOES THAT MAKE SENSE TO YOU? I doubt it but OH WELL. MUAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofunsofunsofun. Such hilarious people, oh well! All good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, school begins again, and I'll only get to go on hol after approx arrrr EIGHTEEN WEEKS? Its enough to make a grown woman wanna cry. Moving on, I brought my history notes and flowers for algernon along with the best of intentions. However, I am disappointed to report that they lay forgotten in my bag for five whole days, only visible when I opened and shut my bag to take out or put back my camera. Tsktsktsk. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wilona leee! Rmb that dude on the bus I was telling you about? :D HAHAHA He SUDDDENLY wants to be my friend on friendster. WTS?! stoopid goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU. We COULD be friends. But whenever I talk to you I get the feeling you're only my friend because you want to use me for other selfish (simply because they only benefit YOU) purposes. I don't know if that thats really the case or not, but just so you know, thats what I think right now. So if you don't SHAPE UP, I'm going to SHIP YOU OUT. Wth dyu think I am? Your personal thinktank? PYT, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PLEASE DO SEND ME THE SONG IF YOU HAVE IT, AND IF YOU LIKE YOU COULD EVEN HELP ME LOOK FOR IT! :D**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOL. I missss the non-academic parts of school :D See y'all tmr lovelies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1357042858056183751?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1357042858056183751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1357042858056183751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1357042858056183751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1357042858056183751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1615224173674061205</id><published>2008-02-04T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:50:20.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheee. Tomorrow promises to be a day of fun. After, the MI test is over! Buuut I think the MI test should be quite interesting too. But the beeestest part of the day will come after 10pm at night! :D:D:D Me sissy and me are gonna have a cookiebaking-cum-onetreehill watching marathon!!!!! YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Start singing: THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAAAAVORITE THINGS!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut it. You're just JEALOUS. I know you are. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plusplusplus, I was going to cancel on my tuition teacher, BUT SHE CANCELLED ON ME FIRST! Like HOW cool man?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one problem, I WANT TO EAT THE PROSPERITY MEAL. I've NEVER tried the prosperity meal IN MY WHOLE LIFE. And the ONLY McDonalds I've eaten this year are some cold, soggy (JUST THE WAY I LIKE EM!) fries. Pathetic MUCH. And NO, I'm NOT on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;Do I LOOK like someone who diets? PFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else, what else. Ah! Tomorrow is that meeeting followed by other meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeeHeeHee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HooHooHoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1615224173674061205?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1615224173674061205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1615224173674061205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1615224173674061205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1615224173674061205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/02/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-225853823701884965</id><published>2008-01-24T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:05:16.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HubbaHubba all over again? Cept you're NEVER around, so I don't even get to HUBBAHUBBA.&lt;br /&gt;HEH. I think a grandtotal of max. five people will know what THE HECK I'm on about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Today I got superduper pissed off TWICE. But then I sat and wondered if it was partiallymy fault. ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school stinks at the mo. The academic part of it at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this damnfool won't let me sleep. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whys it always, ALWAYS the weirdos? Why aren't there ever any nice ones? Sigh. Just hope theres ome I don't know about :D Hiding beyond Bukit Timah Hill or smth. Ok its getting late and I'm rambling bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. Tmr I needa try oreostrawberry. So I can see once and for all, whos the real weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh some people make me sick. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks. I mistook the time. And now I've carved another 10 mins. Darrrn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. I hate it. I know what my problem is, or rather problems are but I can't solve them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-225853823701884965?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/225853823701884965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=225853823701884965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/225853823701884965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/225853823701884965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hubbahubba-all-over-again-cept-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7907645244054239601</id><published>2008-01-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:06:53.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF! Well almost! Its been a reaallly hectic and to say the least, interesting week :D Hectic cos of allll the assignments and homework and yadda yadda yaaa. Gosh its amazing how fast and furious all the assignments are being handed out. Its almost.. 2FAST2FURIOUS. HAHAHA. okok verrrry lame yesyes. Interesting.. well because of a whole raaaange of reasons. I shall leave the more mundane (which are actually not so mundane lorrr) things out, and tell you the more exciting (in my not so humble opinion) stuff! So anyways, on Monday I received this sms, from a number I didn't in the slightest bit recognise. It wasnt even a local number cos the number was a helluvalot longer than our local numbers. So anyways it said: 'Hi. Good Evening Hope all well at your end. This is my new cell No. got it only today. am in Bhopal now. Plz note and be in touch. CP' Just FYI, Bhopal is a place in India. So obviously he/she got the wrong number. I didn't bother replying cos I didn't want to waste time and money, and anyways, i figured the poor dude would realise that they got the wrong number. But NOOO, so the next day I received this: 'Good Morning Sunshine.. :-) .. Have a nice day Be smiling.. CP' at this point I thought I'd bettter do someting! So I said: Sorry, who is this? But I didn't get a reply. Instead, the next morning I got this: Hi.. Good Morning Sunshine :-) so I said, or rather feli typed: 'You have got the wrong number.' THEN.... I GOT THIS! : 'Are you not Pooja !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. omg I just burst into laughter. But I do feel sorry for the poor guy. His girlfriend must be pretty upset with him! Seeing as he's been gone for FOUR whole days! and hasnt contacted her! tsk tsk. And getting her number wrong! Even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so its not really exciting, but least its funny no! ok fine. I thouht it was. OKAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand! Today Mr (keith) Tan kinda said I looked like a pussycatdoll! HAHA Well, to be exact he said I looked like the: 'dont cha wish you something was hot like me..' HAHAHAHA. hilarious man. I swear hes so foooooonie. He's so random, geddit? :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaat else. Oh. Today I found out that A LAAARGE majority of my friends, don't know that I have a brown belt in karate! Well, I suppose Its cos I took a bit of a hiatus last year. But started again, and soon I'll get my black belt. Cheryl Fang yi Zhen, you can hold your crappy little colour remarks aight honey? :D:D:D Or risk being further downgraded! Ah yes, cheryl was demoted from LRF(Lovable Racist Friend) to URM (Unlovable Racist Moron), and kai.. well lets not even go there. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. gross. My bro just ground his teeeth. I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE that SOUND. its GROSSS. yuckyuckyyuckyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok M GOING TO READ MY BOOK! ITS A NICE BOOK. MY BOOK IS CALLED WICKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7907645244054239601?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7907645244054239601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7907645244054239601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7907645244054239601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7907645244054239601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/01/tgif-well-almost-its-been-reaallly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1023292585359874011</id><published>2008-01-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:50:13.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooo, its officially the end of the second day of the new year. Happy New Year everyone? :D And the end of the first day back at school. Y'know whats weird? After approx. 2 months of no school, and no uniform, it felt strangely normal, like really normal to be back in school. I dunno, I guess I just thought I'd be really finicky, and restless. But it was alright. Or maybe its cos we didn't have any lessons today. Well, not much anyways. One things for sure, it was FANTASTIC to see everyone again!(: And on the first day back at school we had math hw, a shooting meeting and new teachers! The math hw, I take with earnest cos I'm trying to listen to all the people who say, your attitude matters. Y'knowwww, all the people who like to say if you say you can't, then half the battles lost? YEAH? Well, I'm trying it out :D Lets see how it goes eh? Then perhaps I shall preach too. Shooting meeting was about target setting, and motivational stuff. Mr. L wants us to train four times a week. A bit hard, but I'll try, time management is KEY, of course. We now have anew TIC, he also a Mr L. He's a little alien right now, in more ways than one, but I'm sure we'll get to know him all in good time! then perhaps it'll be ok. Oh, before that was range cleanup. Lol, you wouldn't believe the nonsense we get up to :D hoohoo or should I just say 'I' HEEEHEEEEHEEE. okok wtv. new teachers... well not reallly very interesting so far. Just that we've got a new CT and new subject teachers? loool. and my new CT got my name pronounced right the FIRST time round, with NO help at ALL! Noooot baaaaad I say. However, I CAN'T say the name about poor ol' EEEEEEEERIKA. Damn, that girls eeerie. HAHAHAHA =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookokokokok. Shall stop my musings for the day, and go enjoy all the sleep I can get, while I can! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new astro turf or whateverthetoot you call it is FUNKY man! First of all, it SMELLS funky, secondly, whenever a soccer ball hits it real hard, funky BLACK STUFF flys up! like WHAT is that all about? Like I told you, SERIOUSL FUNKY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then perhaps it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1023292585359874011?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1023292585359874011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1023292585359874011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1023292585359874011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1023292585359874011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hellooooo-its-officially-end-of-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6857561856153458289</id><published>2007-12-26T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T07:55:55.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know I talk alot of crap, but I wonder if you know that sometimes amongst the crap there are real heartfelt thoughts being mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've figured out what the problem is, the only issue that remains is the absence of the ever elusive solution.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sometimes I ask myself why I am the way I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, short year. It miiight not make sense to you, but it does to me, so we'll leave it there shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6857561856153458289?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6857561856153458289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6857561856153458289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6857561856153458289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6857561856153458289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-i-know-i-talk-alot-of-crap-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4259173337698496552</id><published>2007-12-22T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:02:54.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. I'm in SHOCK. My primary school classmate used to have this straaange idea that I was a lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like zomg. Well, obviousssly she didn't know me very well now did she? ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA And here all this while I was thinking that the only downside to me being loud and boisterous, and basically just myself, was that I might annoy someone. Ok so maaaaybe I'm a bit of a tomboy, am I? .. but STILL HULLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaasty man. Thas just naaasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, SOME guys are just muuuch to hot.. for me to be a lesbo, you get me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHUDDERS.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would think some people would have a bit more EQ then to put something like that over there. For heavens sake la. Its pretty pissifying y'know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4259173337698496552?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259173337698496552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4259173337698496552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4259173337698496552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4259173337698496552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-440167548793995184</id><published>2007-12-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:49:14.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOOHOOHOO. Coming back from Vietnam marks the end of my going overseas going for this year. Wow. Its beeeen hectic. But my goodness SO MUCH FUN. so so much fun. I can't BELIEVE I was actually having doubts about going to vietnam. NOW I WANT TO GO ALL OVER AGAIN!(: I honestly believe it was the company that made all the difference. All the new people I made friends with. All the acquaintances that become friends. YAYYY(: I HEART MY GROUP! The trip itself was really fun too. We spent only about 3/4 days working and even the work was fun because again of all the workmates and the cute li'l kiddies who just LOVE smacking bums. the rest of the days were spent sight-seeing and SHOPPING! HEE I bought an Ao Dai, two D &amp;amp; G shirts (:DDDD IMPULSE BUY LAWL) and and and SEASONS 1-4 OF OTH FOR 14 SING DOLLARS. STAR BUY.  hahaha now some seperate entertaining thingamajigs someone in my group looked extremely familiar to me but I couldn't think why. So I asked her what school she was from. Guess what! She was from RGPS, then CGS then NJIP! HAHAHAHA I promptly told her she was stalking me. Of course I neglected to take into account the fact that she IS two years older than me. hahaha also, after hearing Basil Tan's name floating around the range a couple of times, I finally got to meet the dude. hahaha He's a nice guy!  hmmm what else. ohmygawd. I saw a totallllllly different side of someone. Someone named Lin Pei Xin. I mean I had NO idea the girl was such a NUTTER! HAHAHA It was such a change from the usual serious poker-faced pei xin. It took me a couple of days to get used to it, then I JOINED RIGHT IN! WOOHOO. HAHAHA And not to forget all the other strange new characters I met :D you guys seriously rock man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really practicing hard! I MEAN IT! I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO MOONWALK BY NEXT YEAR. MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I miss everyone): Its almost the same feeling I got after OBS. Its like you're forced to live with a bunch of peopl you barely know for 5/7 days, and then ALL OF A SUDDEN they're not there anymore. Its just weird y'knowww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PEOPLE! Please refrain from laughing at me when I talk about posting pictures on 'frendy' and not 'facebook'. I simply think that facebook has TOOO many functions. It just much too confusing for a simple person (hah) with very simple needs (HAH HAH). Yes. So if you WOULD like to view pictures of my hols, or my amazing self, you COULD check out my frendy profile.. eventually. But don't bother with facebook! :D and I won't send them either, I'm just too lazy. sorry honehs (I;m trying to sound like KNG XUE LI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! I learnt a new phrase too, it goes like this: CHEE BONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA It sounds extra hilarious coming out from Basil Tans mouth. ESPECIALLY when he's exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'blah blah blah wah stupid chee bong thing man blah blah blah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAPISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA okok too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For funny, padmini vishwanath can never be forgotten either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURFING WITH CHADDIS IN SF. AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byeeeeee I'm off to watch one tree hill until my brains rot and fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lovely day too! muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-440167548793995184?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/440167548793995184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=440167548793995184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/440167548793995184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/440167548793995184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoohoohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8470842009611014223</id><published>2007-12-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:47:59.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyyhoooo got back this afternooon. Cali was fuuuunness. America is a totally different worrrld. WHEW. And cadillac escalades are the coolest cars EVER! Unfortunately, my pops rented a Dodge 'Grand Caravan' for my grande sized family of six people. In any case, the car did a good job and I think from start to finish we clocked over 3500km with that car. If I remember the reading correctly. First stop was THEME PARKS! Disneyland and California Adventure. Suuuuuper fun! But the disneyland rides aren't that exhilarating.. I think they care more about their sets. Cal Adventure on the other hand has reallly fun rides! then the third day was Universal Studios! that was real good. hahaha I'vegot sooo much to write but I'm suppper tired [But me moms barrred me from sleeping until the sun goes down tonight otherwise I quote, 'You'll suffer like hell! at 3am you'll be up looking at clocks...'] Yep. you get my driffft. :D okok to cut a reallly long 16 day story short, we droveeeee around, and I got to see VEGAS! and YOSEMITE! and SAN FRANCISCO! Not to mention all the sweet little towns in between. Gee, when I put it down like that it sounds like so little. But you can bet yer laaaast buck its anything but that. Gosh, california has sooo muuuuuch beautiful stuff. [that sounds grammatically wrong.] From the natural beauty, to the BEAUTIFUL STEAKS! [yummmalish! :D], to the beautiful littletowns, not to mention the beautiful people [though a significant percentage of them are actually not very beautiful but rather grotesquely fat. I don't like to be rude, but its gross. Its disgusting.] Yeeeeeeeeep. ok. That paragraph SO did not the American Adventure any justice, but it'll have to do cos theres oo much detail and I'm too tired to sift through information. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. the only problem with going on uber long holidays, is that you miss out on wayyy to much. Back home. Y'know what I mean? And it don't help that I'm going to Vietnam on a CIP trip this Saturday either. PTOOOOOOOOOI. I'm sorrry but at this moment, I'm not really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. This is what ALWAYS ALWAYS happens when I come back from hol. Superdeeduper confused right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8470842009611014223?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8470842009611014223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8470842009611014223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8470842009611014223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8470842009611014223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/12/heyyyyhoooo-got-back-this-afternooon.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7251442138589394155</id><published>2007-11-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:23:21.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay HOLAAAAAAAA! Just wanted to put it down here in case over the next month or so people think I've died or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold holiday plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the US tmr morning and I'll be back on dec 5th.&lt;br /&gt;Then on dec 8th I'm going to Vietnam for CIP trip and will be back on Dec 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably bombard bloggie darling somewhere on the 14th or th 15th :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. I dread to think of my shooting. As it is already I didn't train the whole of this last week, because I've got a frikkin' FLUE. Which by the way is still here, though its slowly but surely going away. Hopefully by some miracle, it'll be gone when I wake up tomorrow morning. Imagine a godknowshowmanyhour flight with a blocked nose. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty anyways, I gotta go. I haven't even found a bag to take along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7251442138589394155?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7251442138589394155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7251442138589394155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7251442138589394155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7251442138589394155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-holaaaaaaaa-just-wanted-to-put-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-421243407734636257</id><published>2007-11-15T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:18:18.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great. Just when I thought I was getting better, my cousin came in and said: 'Oh my GOD. Your cold sounds terrible. I'm serious!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-421243407734636257?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/421243407734636257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=421243407734636257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/421243407734636257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/421243407734636257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-659707696387396802</id><published>2007-11-14T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:55:48.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Egads. I've got  a FLUE. So Super Sucky. I kinda sound like this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By dose is blocked. I cann breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roarrrrr. ROAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLus I've got that horrible feeling you get when you're sick y'know?  that naasty wretched lethargic feeling. Or perhaps thats just cos I spent the better part of the afternoon napping. Anyways, I feel a whole lot better than yesterday. sigh, yesterday was awful [excluding the evening] The morning though was, BLEH. I haaate it when that happens. It makes me feel pathetic and vulnerable. Like some FEEEBLE, WEAKLING. GRRRRRRRRRR. I AM NOT A WEAKLING. Yeaaah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deleted 4 entire paragraphs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the gist of the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like insincere people&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes I wonder if my behaving like a perpetual retard all the time has led some people to overlook the fact that I'm an individual with feelings too. Yes really.&lt;br /&gt;3. Its not ALWAYS about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA last night was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'F*ckin hairy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, randomness rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-659707696387396802?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/659707696387396802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=659707696387396802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/659707696387396802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/659707696387396802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/egads.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1479133746661572614</id><published>2007-11-11T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:41:05.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeeHee. Today my opportunity cost was going out to meet the gang!(: Sorry y'all I really wanted to just veg out today. I seriously haven't had a chance to put my feet up since coming back from OBS. Besides, I doubt my parents should have any issues with me going out. LOL ONE HOPES. But really, I don't think I theres any reason I shouldn't go out. Yes yes. Wheee, leaving for hol next Sunday! :D But in the meantime theres still CIP to work on. Siiiigh. We still have to come up with the dance to do for cultural night. My sis and I are working [supposed to be working on rather] on the Indian part. Mainly because, we're well Indian. Fair point you might say? The only problem is neither of us have done Indian dance before, other than moving randomly to bhangra at some function. a la clubbing. So how on earrrrth are we supposed to choreograph something? Well, our plan for the moment is to teach them the dance we did for my cousins engagement. But even that won't work, because the malay dance people are doing something ultra traditional, and frankly the only thing indian about the dance we're planning to teach them, are the words in the song [the malay dance one is purely instrumental btw.] and perhaps a couple of beats here and there. *shrugs* sorry mates, not much I can do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoohoo. and guess what, the deadline to make my IC has passed. -_-''' My cousin ystd told me that now I'm no longer a legal citizen. Thats not true is it? is it?????? Oh whatever. Going to make it tomorrow anyways. How very sucky. First of all, I'm a couple of shades darker than usual, my skin is dry and flaky [no thanks to sun burn] and I've got some insect bit on my face. Sounds like a winner doesn't it? Oh, my nose is training for a marathon too. Geddit, geddit? hahahaha not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy. Can't wait to start packing. Wheee. Okay, decided to bring paper ones. TeeHeeHee. Much much more convenient. My my. OBS has opened a new world for me. Darn. I don't believe this at allllllllll, but I miss OBS. When you're in OBS, the days seem to crawl by. I guess its because we wake at 5  AM and sleep at 11pm. about 18 hours a day. Woah. hahaha But now I miss it. However, there is no chance of me waking up at 5AM voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooooooooving on. Tomorrow night is the last diwali gathering for this year. At my cousins house in JB. Will be staying the night there! So that we can all go for this new hindi movie the next day. wheeeeee.  FUNNESS. shall wear my new outfit tomorrow. I wanted to wear it to job shadowing, and my dad called me a bimbo and made me change. Hmph. I'm like the MOST unbimbotic person ever. Like SERIOUSLY. Yes, realllly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining outside now, and I thank my LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY stars I'm not in some god-forsaken tent on some ulu ulu island out in the middle of the south china sea, packed like a sardine with 4 other people. Wearing a stinky, fishy yellow poncho, which limits head movement. omg. We were so bored we started singing national dream! HEEHEEHEE. I just described to you one of the less appealing moments in OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppposed to get a camera. But people made me see sense and persuaded me [though I'm not going to admit it] into not getting a camera now, cos nows the end of the year, and next year all the new cameras will come in and my 'new' cam will be obsolete. So that led me to think somemore, do I really need a camera? My sister already has one, and when we go for parties, she brings her cam along, so we take pictures with it. So whats the use of one more camera. And when I go out, allll my friends already have cameras, and we take pictures with those. Unless of course, if the unlikely situation of me trudging along all by myself, and I see SHAH RUKH KHAN! Then I guess I'd really kick myself if I didn't have a camera. Ah oh well. Its settled, I don't want a camera this year. we'll see if that changes when next year rolls around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo. Just had a chance to listen to all the songs people sent me. nice nice nice. Except, EXCEPT the chamillionaire ones. My gawd, so blehhhh. C-H-A-MILLIONAIRE.com or some BS like that. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis just started practicing piano. I used to do piano too, stopped at grade four, for PSLE and then never started again. Should I starrrt again? Do I have the tiiiiiime? Actually maybe its not so much the time as the drive. I think, I'm gonna pick it up again. I mean whats the use of wasting the first four grades?? But when. I don't want to give up my freeedom. :D Oh shucks, and herein all the new years resolutions begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha speaking of piano, one more thing I do is karate. LOL, I just remembered something else in OBS. I can't rmb exactly what happened but I think in his obsessed state Shawn kept hitting me or or threatening me or something,  so while we were trekking I whirled around suddenly and said, HEY I HAVE A BROWN BELT OKAY.  HAHAHAHAHA. And then he asked me what level that was, so I majestically spat one level below black. Then he backed off I think. heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. Travis's 'Why does it always rain on me' is super-dee-duper niiiiiice! Who sent it to meee? Can't remember teeheehee. And I keep hearing walk away on the radio, but i just found out it was called that. And I sooo like Hey Jude and Hotel California. And alllll of ABBAs songs are WONNNNDDEEERRFFFUULLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPER TROOOOOPER LIGHTS ARE GONNA FIND YOU SHIINING LIKE THE SUUUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CROOOOSSED THE STREEEET, I HAD A DREAAAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAANCING QUEEN, YOUNG AND SWEEET ONLY SEVENTEEEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. Must go find moms ABBA album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Shall I go take a nap now? Or start taking clothes out... If I take a nap I can't nap for too long, I mean lunch is soon, not to mention Desperate Housewives at 12..oh and what about all the glorious songs and books waiting to be listened to and read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooooooh this is SHEEER BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats that muttering about homework? Oh SHUT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1479133746661572614?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1479133746661572614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1479133746661572614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1479133746661572614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1479133746661572614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6603336980731239818</id><published>2007-11-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:39:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from OBS! Instead of telling you I've become even darker (some people like to say tanned), I'd rather put it across as I now have a more even skin tone, because the skin has erm tanned all my white spots :D So I am pleased to report I am now a very nice even, chocolate colour. Not too fair (never was), not too dark(hope not to go there). Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh OBS, OBS, OBS. Where do I start? There were so many nice parts, and so many unpleasant parts. Haven't decided which outnumbered though, too litte time has passed, and the wounds/rashes/bites and abrasions are still sore so it judgment now might be a little bias. HOWEVER, I MUST PROUDLY BOAST that I got the bestest watch in all of OBS. Goodness gracious me. Like someone in the watch said, when we finally broke the ice, which was pretty fast if you ask me, there was no stopping the craziness! Ok fine. I think a significant poriton of this oozed from me. So bascially, I was my normal self :D  Oh, did I mention that we got broken up into different schools? At first I was so alarmed at the thought, but now I'm so glad we did, because I met so many GREAT NEW PEOPLE YAYYY! Siiigh. the Raffles watch was made up with such such such funny and cute and helpful and kind and simply nice people! LOL Many many memorable moments :D Like charm and her paddle which rarely touched the water, charm and when she mistook me for her bolster, nat and her constant encouragement doing kayaking :DD, coke being himself ahaha shawn and his 'thump thump black', and so many moreeeeeeeee. Speaking of all those. I SWEAR. OBS, pushes you to the limit, and then DRAGS YOU EVENNNNNN FURTHER. omg. Like do I look physically fit and able to kayak for seven hours or trek for several hours carrying huge god knows how many ton backpacks on my back? WELL SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE BUSTER! BUT IIIIII DIIIIIIIID IT. WOOOOTS. FEEL MY PRIDE YO.  Ok. I think that was quite unnecessary, but I do need to boast y'knowww? But my gawd, while I was doing all those stuff, I don't know how man times I wanted to giiive up. But actually even if you want to give up, you can't because you ARE in the kiddle of no where, so you either keep going or sit there and die (no one wants their body to be left on OBS land) but anyway, even if you want to die I doubt they'd let you so yeah. Basically you don't have any other option except to keep paddling or walking. So like I was saying, while you're doing it its really terrible and all, but afterwards I just felt this sense of accomplishment. Just imagine, I can now tell my grandchildren that I kayaked around Pulau Ubin for seven hours! I don't imagine they'll be impressed they might say something like, er gramma? why didn't you jsut take the super-deluxe-water-paddler-500. You could've done it in seven seconds. OMG. I'm so lame. okokok I shall stop babbling. But first I want to THANK SOMEBODY(:  Not to be drama (oh WHAT THE HECK the whole of OBS was spent so DRAMALY, PARTIES INVOLVED WILL KNOW WHY! ahem ahem!tsk)   Anyways, thanks wilona leeeeeee. You were a really great friend during OBS and Im reallly not sure what I'd have done on Tuesday night. HAHAHA I might have done something like JUMP IN THE WATER AND TRY TO SWIM BACK. HAHAHA. We didn't say much, but being there helped. THANKS GIRRRRRRRRRRLIE. anyways like I told you, if I had said anything I might have just burst into tears. And I cant have that can I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have. My week in a nutshell. A very, to say the least, memorable five days it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6603336980731239818?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6603336980731239818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6603336980731239818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6603336980731239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6603336980731239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-obs-instead-of-telling-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3519090236042464260</id><published>2007-11-03T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:54:40.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! BLOOOOOOBIE! You, are, going, to, get, a, severe, BEATING FROM ME THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU! YOU YOU YOU PYSCHO CHILD! HAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG SERIOUSLY? WHAAAAT ARE YOU THINKING WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you! I think you should know you're being a little more than a TAD freaky. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee hooo. TOTALLY caught up in diwali preps. Making lotsa lotsa stuff :D  And me mams feeling pity for me, her poor ol' daughter whos going off to OBS, so I GET TO SAMPLE EVERYTHING MUAHAAHAHA. Er yes. So that I can grow EVEN fatter. Whatever, OBS is in 2 days. So I might as well eat what I want, when I want, cos I'm going to starve for five days. And even if the food is edible, I doubt I'd want to eat much, to prevent er certain other bodily functions from occuring. Oops.  :D Sorry! Bt I MEAN IT! muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. I must be off now. And my flue is getting better better, touch wood. whew. Oh maaan. I still haven't finished packing! I've gotten 95% of my stuff together already, I hate this last part. Of fitting everything nicely into a bag, and getting the other 5% of the stuff. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE! PLEASE INVENT A BAG PACKING ROBOT OR SMTH. Make sure it has other useful functions too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3519090236042464260?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3519090236042464260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3519090236042464260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3519090236042464260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3519090236042464260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-bloooooobie-you-are-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1285138243186228135</id><published>2007-11-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:10:12.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. I just realised something. Something realllly scary. Even scarier than errr okay nvm. I'm I'm I'm... going to be in Sec 4 in slightly over two months time. Holy SMOKIES. Okay fine I shall cut the drama, but honestly its a frightening thought, I'M GOING TO BE IN SEC 4. *GASPS*  ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. wtv shall stop dwelling about the future, and talk about the PRESENT! And of course, the recently departed past is always nice to talk about as well. Well, as everyone and his mother probably knows by now, IP induction was yesterday. Which means (I'm taking a very self-centred and selfish viewpoint here) yesterday was the day of my... EMCEEING. hahahaha. Gosh. Between Monday, and yesterday morning there were some seeerrious changes man! In loads of things. For example my script, my confidence level, and I guess most importantly I think my opinion of someone changed quite drastically. I guess on Monday he must've been stressed and was quite shocked to discover that the morning emcee was a doofus with no script. But I still maintain that it was NOT MY FAULT. Say what you wanna say, cos my minds made up anyway I'm taking the high road going above you, this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you. Okay sorrry, the phrase is part of the lyrics of a nice song :D Yes, but in addition to my nerve-wracking emcee stint, we met out juuuniors. I had loadsa fun making a fool outta meself. I think it was all the pent up energy from sitting backstage alll alone for two solid hours, occasionally walking out to introduce the next speaker. yesyesyes. Wheeeee. Being a station master is fun too :D You get to order people around and ask them to do and say whatever you want and they'll do it! MUAHAHAHA well most of the time anyways. But there was this one REALLLY annoying guy, I can't rmb what class, BUT I'M SURE HE WASN'T FROM 02 COS THEY'RE ALL NICE PEOPLE THERE,  who was being a petty, immature lunatic and yelled at me and gave me this 'I'm-so-gonna-rip-you-apart' look just because I wanted to penalise their tema for doing something wrong in the game. GIMME A BREAK.  PFFFT. Like seriousssly, getalife yo. Ah yes. Lunchtime lunchtime lunchtime, was so funny. But I'm drowsying away from Actifed which I took because I've got a blinkig flue and OBS is two days awaaaaay. GRAH. so anyways yeah I shall stop elaborating so much. What else did I want to say... ah yes. The picture collages, of COURSE had amazing pictures of me. which we of COURSE typically catching me in various stages of embarrassing moments. Story of my life. HAH! But thanks to DEAR DEAR cheryl, there was at least ONE 'glam' shot of me.  right.  i think I'm gonna go stone cold any moment from tupid medicine so. anyways, 0802 looks like an interesting class, with interesting characters all floating around, yeaaah they were quiet yesterday but I guess it was thier firstest day together, so NO WORRIES! They'll all get to know each other sooon enough. and THE COOLEST part came was when they finally memorised thier cheer! :D hahaha who cares if they didn't win(: They did their cheer and we're all happy people, so YAYYY. HAHAHAHA ok super dee duper crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR its the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokokkkkk I SHAN'T blame the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, is it alriiight if I remove my link from the class blog? KEKEKEZX. In the words of the Mr Ho, for reasons I cannot disclose to you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh heck. I'm off to sleep, can't fight the zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. JOY to the world, my GPA improved! BECAUSE, my math grade improved like dramatically. I'm so friggggin happy(: YAYYAYYAYY. I plan to keep my math grade like that. And I think I know JUST how to do it wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooood night sleepy world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1285138243186228135?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1285138243186228135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1285138243186228135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1285138243186228135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1285138243186228135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6953792760743809674</id><published>2007-10-29T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:07:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopdeedooo. Its my 200th blog post. *Waves finger around in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a foul mood, though I have plenty reason to be. I'm not feeling on top of the world either. I'm just somewhere inbetween. siiigh. Lawwwl. I feel severely maligned. Okay now let me give you the top 5 reasons as to why I think I should be in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone did not give me a chance to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent the weekend searching for pretty shoes, but did not get any because I have gargantuan feet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stop biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;4. ___________ is this thursday, well actually I think its more becuase of all the rehearsals):&lt;br /&gt;5. WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS? WHYYY DOES HE THINK I CARE ABOUT WHAT FIRST IMPRESSION I MADE ON HIM.  THINKS HES GODS GIFT TO THE UNIVERSE IS IT? GO TAKE YOUR SAD SORRY SELF AND STICK IN SOMEWHERE I CANT SEE COS I DONT CARE. ASS. HONESTLY, WHAT KIND OF THOUGHTLESS FOOL SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO SOMEONE THEY DON'T KNOW AT ALL. hmph. I don't like you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm on that train of thought, heres something for you: YOU HAVEN'T MADE A VERY GOOD IMPRESSION ON ME EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Just some pent up anger, gosh I was so pissed off just now I was actually near tears. Haven't felt that angry in a long long time. Well, I'm NOT in a foul mood. Just feeling a little angry thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a boring weekend to say the least. Saturday morning was spent doing _________. The most exciting part was when I did something for the FIRSTEST time ever! I CLIMBED A GATE!! Well, two actually :D I'm so proud of myself! HAHAHA YESYES. The side-gate was closed, the construction passage way was shut with a lock, so I think the guys suggested climbing the gate! At first, I was like yeah right like I'm gonna climb the gate! So I watched her climb, then I decided to try, reached the top then didn't know how to come down on the other side so climbed down again -_-''' hahaha then weeelooonaaa shimmied up and down the gate. And ended up on the other side. So I said, Hmmm if THEY can do it, SO CAN I! hahaha So I climbed up again, and this time climbed down on the other side! WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they climbed again, but I wasn't up to it, so I walked the long way, and was greeted by my wonderful classmates who accosted me and asked me why I was coming now? HAHA So I said, I had been there since 830AM wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIIGH. OKay, I'd better turn this off and practice the ¬!"£$%^&amp;amp;* whateveryouwannacallit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Before that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOU, TAKE YOUR EGO AND SHOVE IT _______. Its getting old man.&lt;br /&gt;2. Erika choe(: thanks for whining and whinging with me just now! As well as all the name calling and everything else. It was extremely therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I now arrive at the end of my 200th entry. CHEERS TO YOU BLOGGIE DARLING! HERES TO MANY YEARS TO COME(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6953792760743809674?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6953792760743809674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6953792760743809674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6953792760743809674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6953792760743809674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoopdeedooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4844487655267441593</id><published>2007-10-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:52:39.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooo. I'm  (minus this one) ONE post away from my 200th post. How EXCITING! Speaking of exciting things, many exciting things are happening nownownow. This does not include the gazillion or so E-radio/music and broadcast sessions we have for  a minimum of approximately 4 hours everyday. But anyways, todays first session wasn't thaaaat bad. Just had to write scripts, prettty fun la. hahaha yeah then like 80% of the time was spent bumming around on the net. And that girl is so not pretty chiu si en, you're waaay prettier than her. Right, now that we've got that straight. what else did I do in school today..hmmm. Welll, I came to school at 650AM and then found out that I only needed to be there at 1PM. But I had a pretty entertaining morning bumming around with the girrrlies first in class then the canteen. HAHAHA So funny, we decided not to go for assembly since we didn't even need to be in school la, so about 710 or sth Mr Abdullah marched in and grumbled: ehhh I was the only one at assembly laaa or smth like that. Okay whatever he said it in some funny way, hahaha even Mr Ho didn't come so Ms Yeo just came along and laughed at him. LOL, what an EEEEEEEDIOT (In his own words) errrr yeah theeennn practiced SPIRE for about half an hour too. I think we're fine la, this OP isnt reallly about content, more about how comfy we are speaking to the audience. Hopefully I don't get the qorst stage of stage fright ever. I think i've said before how I spend half my life been an over-confident moron and the other being a coward. Well we've all got our jekyll and hydes yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohkay. Now I MUST write about my weekend :D It was a fantastico long long weekend. The happiness began on Friday afternoon when the teacher said 'Put down your pens' at the end of the chemistry paper. Woooots. It continued on into an exciting visit to coronation plaza, where after eating some golden rooster (lawl) we sat downstairs for a while waiting for erika choes coool mummy who does knitting! She knittted this really nice jacket thingy for herself! Yeah then well we saw a couple of policeys walking around and dint think much of it, later there were like 5 policemen surrounding this one scrawny looking gangsta dude. Took five of em yeah. yesyes hen after that the girlies went kboxing or smth AND I WENT HOME TO CELEBRATE MY BIRRRTHDAY :D:D:D with my cousinses. And my coolio cousin queued up for two hours to get donut factory donuts hahaha she bought her quota the donuts were alright I guess. Don't reaaallly get all the hype *shrugs* But the flavours were really nice and original though! Well after that went to waaatch nannnny diaries! That movie is soooo niiice. Harvard Hotties a well.. for lack of a better word HOTTIE! HAHAHAHA its a really sweet movie laaa yupyup must wtch and hahaha two groups of people I know went to watch Mr Woodcock and bith said it was an ultra stupid show. hahahaha Well it sure as heck sounds stupid! woodcock. Pfffft. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes. Then went for supppper and then came baccck and talked and watched more movies and taalked and then went to sleeep. Then amazingly everyone was up by like 10 i fink, so we all wenttt swimmming! then after lunch went to orchard and bummmmmed around for a bit before coming back for dinner. a couple of my cousins were still staying over and eventually stayed till monday! lol well sunday was alright, shopping in the morning then SPIRE in the late afternoon. But I came back to freshly made oreo cheeesecake so it wasn't too bad. YUMSER. :D But Monday takes the cakeeee! Went to the hostel in the morning and practiced SPIRE i swear the hostel is so nice, it kinda feels like a hostel. We were so awed by it we started asking ye zi lame questions like: do they make your bed for you? and do they do your laundry? Im shocked I didn't ask if there was rom service -_-''' hahahaha okay lame. So after SPIRE met sister and cousin and busssed to Plaza Sing for lunch with other cousin! hahaha zomg. On the bus there was this scrubber my gawd la I dunno what she was thinking. She looked like she hadn't bathed in ages, she had this long blonde hair which looked like it might have been nice if it wasn't all grossly knotted into thick horribly psychadelically coloured beaded dreadlocks. And she was wearing this sweatsuit zip top, that stopped right abover her abdomen and was zipped to JUST protect her modesty. Oh and did I mention that her friggin neon yellow bra straps were hanging down her back. And her jeans were so low, half her flowery undies were waving at the world, and the cherry on the cake came when when she decided to stop knitting her hair, and took out some other materials instead and rolled her own ciggy right in the middle of a crowded 171 bus while standing up. WHEW. What a blinking weirdo la Okaaay whatverr then after that reached Plaza sing and went off to Swensons, which is SOOOOOOOOOOO SOOOO SUPERBLY OVER-PRICED. The same chicken cutlet I have every wednesday in the school canteen for 2:80 was going for 12:90 at Swensons. The only difference was that the swensons one was slightly smaller, more nauseatingly oily, had the skin of the chicken still intact and came with a tad more slaw. Yup thats about it. rip-off if ya ask me! But lunch was still fun! Its about the company yo! Oh and the woman gave us as she said a 'window view' LOL so we could seee alll the strange people walking around below. GOSH, watching people is a lugh and a half! THEEENNN after lunch the mega walkathon began. We walked from Plaza Sing to SMU to drop my cousins off, then my other cousin and sis, wanted to get out of the building but it was RAINING CATS AND DOGGIES! So anyways we huddled under umbrellas and walked to Raffles city, then took the underpass and walked all the way to Marina Square! Where I bought the most gorgeous cashmere sweater thing with my Guess birthday voucher from my cousin! THANKSSS yes then we walked all the way back to raffles city, and then wanted to go to the national lib but ended walking god knows how many rounds around that whole area cos its so confusing then finally reached national library, borrowed a couple of books then went back out, and wanted to get back home but got lost again. So we put on a fake accent (to prevent future embarrassment of not knowing own way around S'pore) and asked this pair of girls which direction to go to get on a bus back to Bukit Timah, and guess what the girls giggled at us like we were idiots but still said that they didn't know either. then this elderly english gentlman overheard, so he turned around and asked again where we wanted to go before telling us that we were in the totally different direction. hahahahaha it was reaaallly funny. sooo we walked all the way back, then jsut as we were reaching the bus stop, my aunt called to say that she would  pick us up from SMU, sowe walked back and waited for a bit before going back. WHEW. So THATS how I spent Monday. Zomgggg. hahahaha Haven't had so much fun in a long time! But I seriously need to wear more sensible foot wear. Imagine walking for four hours in a pair of crappy flip flops. My toes started curling halfway through, and the colour hasn't watched off my feet yet. HAHAHAHAA LAMINOSITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, this morning was back to normal! and guess what! I wont be able to go for YET another chalet, this time not because of a party BUT raaaather because I'll be out in some boondocks in Vietnam fixing up some school, all in the name of CIP. Oh well! Its going to be a busybusybusy holiday, In three weeks when school ends I'm packed off to OBS for five days, then coming back for two days or so before packing off for holiday I think 2-3 weeks or smth, then coming back and.... going to vietnam): what an anti-climax its going to be after the long holiday! Oh well! I hope itl be an erm ENRICHING EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nikita Sanal just told me that she broke a mirror, and better still her exam results are coming out tomorrow!!! Well, dear be more careful and I shall pray too(: GOOD LUCK, I think you'l be needing it!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finaaallly whats with allll the nuttters on my tagboard going on and on about CRUNCH? HAHAHAHA WHAT A BUNCH OF NUTTTTTERS! Crunchy ones :D ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks nearly forgot, THANK YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH MUCH MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVELY WISHES, GREETINGS AND PRESENTS FOR MY BIRTHDAY ALL YOU LOVELIESSSSS! reaallllly made my day(: hahahaha especially some which arrived a litttle early! :D:D:D hahahaha THANK YOU THANK YOU MUAAAX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4844487655267441593?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4844487655267441593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4844487655267441593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4844487655267441593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4844487655267441593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/whooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7076403836121052958</id><published>2007-10-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:13:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Person A: Omg. 150 Idioms? Thats alot to memorise!&lt;br /&gt;Person B: well.. not really its just like 50 - 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why I think you've gone off your rocker?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee, I got the bestest surprise today, when a parcel arrived for ME! From none other then the wazzabboobbeeee and aidawameeee otherwise known as xuan and aida. HAHA, my bro gave me the box, then instead of making himself scarce, just hovered around.. waiting for me to open up the box, so he could see what had arrived. LOL. Little toot. and so! I opened the box, inside was a cute little lunchboxie, and then I opened the lunchbox and it was filled with YUMMABLES and a monster notebook! hahahaha, along with a note, from the psycho herself(: Well the early present really was a pleasant surprise, cos it sure as heck took my mind off other pressing worries!! YAYY! I love you girrrliiieees! shall see y'all soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Tan YX, could you not draw a better groom?WHY is Mr CHOYS name under the figure thats supposed to be my groom?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA COS YOU'RE THE LOSER WHOS STILL STUCK WITH HIM RIIIIGHT? MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I wonder why I'm feeeling extra sleeepy today. wtv. shall go sleep, seeing as theres NO SCHOOL FOR ME tomorrow :D  hooohooohooo. I swear la, Punjabi rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7076403836121052958?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7076403836121052958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7076403836121052958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7076403836121052958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7076403836121052958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/person-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-5375892507170762536</id><published>2007-10-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:45:50.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. So its almost CRUNCH time. And I do hope that all my work (especially in the mathematical department) hasn't all been for NAUGHT! I think this is one of the first times I've bothered to take the time to try and understand what I don't understand, rather than just chuck it away. Sigh! I hope I don't disappoint myself. Oh examsexamsexams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would've gone to sleep half an hour ago, but I'm staying up for another hour or so, for a SPESHAL REASON =D hooohooohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Talking to Cheryl Fang is always very entertaining. Cos shes so STRANGE! :D ok hark whos talking. But anyone whos spoken to cheryl fang will know what I mean, shes so random. loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lemme just get this straight: THERE AIN'T NO BEADY EYES, JUST PRETTY BIG PEEPERS!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAH. Ok. I'm running out of things to say except that today I felt so sorry for myself because out of the 9 people residing in my household today 7 people went out, leaving the maid and myself at home. One person who went out was my gramma, who has a more a happening social life than I do, the other was my cousin, who DEFINATELY leads a very colourful life. The other five were my parents and siblings, who went to Bugis to shop. Because, my sisters exams are over and my younger brother and sisters exams don't start till idunnowhen. While mine are now barely 24 hours away. Oooh, I wish they would come and go QUICKLY. Oh and did I mention that I had a marathon tuition session today? But dinner was so good. My dad made this sweet and sour pork thing, and hot and spicy soup, and kai lan with oyster sauce. Zomg. Nicenessss maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Im scared my ear holes will close up. Cos nowadays I don't wear earrings at home, I don't want my ear holes to become all droopy and stretched and naaasty. Yes. Oh and I've been wearing those lovely white polo hoopla things for three weeks now, and my parents just noticed them like a day apart from each other, and they both commented to my sister: Her earrings are getting bigger and bigger ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUHlease. Lol. I swear they're so funnny la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-5375892507170762536?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/5375892507170762536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=5375892507170762536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5375892507170762536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5375892507170762536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2086323692846393801</id><published>2007-10-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:51:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THINK I'M GOING C-R-A-Z-Y. See I CAN SPELL&lt;br /&gt;PBBBBBBBBBTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er Right. Well, I'm exploring new territory on this Thursday evening at 1240am. I don't think I've been up this late for no realy purpose at all this year. HAHAHAHA Can you believe that? I think last year I used to sleep around this time? Did I?Baahh humbug. WHO CARES. And I'm thinking.... I'm thinking I'm going to have major major maaajor withdrawal symptoms. I mean WHAT do you expect? HAHAHAHA So don't be surprised if I go even nuttier than usual. Seriously. Or should I say 'I swear!' Riiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeeHee. Today, I made a list. I like making lists. I made a list of all the things I plan to to after the exams. It included things like 'Bake', 'Go out and about (See: Towning) (See: After long explanations to customs checkpoint officers) (See: AKA parents -_-''')', 'Get a facebook account (Hmm need to check with Wilona about NOT CONFORMING TO FACEBOOK PEER PRESSURE CLUB guidelines as to whether they apply to post-exam durations)' and a whole long list of other stuff. WHEEEEE. Then I plonked a big fat sticker up which read: 9 DAYS! My tootsy big sister came in saw it, and snickered: hah, mine end TOMORROW. So as not to give her the satisfaction I didn't say anything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I've run out of things to say... So I shall turn this off and go to bed. And hope that another power failure doesn't occur. Yesterday was amazing man. I'm a realllly light sleeper, so like 5 mins after my air-con went off, I woke up although I slept 45 mins ago, and then I realised that there was a power failure, so I lay in bed for a while waiting for my air-con to come roaring back to life again but it didnt happen. So I carefully made my way down in pitch black darkness. And almost got the FRIGHT of my life, because in all the darkness there was one pin prick of light, which was coming from my cousins handphone, cos the tootsy was walking around with his handphone open using it as a 21st century candle. *Snorts* Then he saw me come down and said something like this: Oh hello, theres been a power outage and my aircon went off. I'm like yeah no shit. :DDDDDDDDD okok Theres about 45 mins worth of this story left to go but I'm waay to lazy to type it all out, so instead im goingto sleep because ALORS!!! ITS ITS 1AM. shitty. hahahah okok whatverrrr night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2086323692846393801?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2086323692846393801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2086323692846393801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2086323692846393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2086323692846393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-im-going-c-r-z-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4187349980982449917</id><published>2007-10-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:19:15.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Today was a ratheeer interesting day :D Quite exciting too. But Tham ning ning does not seem to grasp the idea that I do NOT like SUDDEN MOVEMENTS. Or rather, a more likely explanation is that she HAS grasped the idea, but just likes TAKING ADVANTAGE OF IT! She keeps doing weird things like suddenly stopping, or shoving her face in front of mine or other wired stuff like that. ah yes. Lets move on to dear dear Cheryl. What a NUTCASE! HAHAHAHA Yes, I know those postcards were nice and all, but was it necessary to TAKE 15 OF THE DARN THINGS?!?! HAHAHA PSYCHOOOOO MUCH. But the stickers were pretty. Last but not least, we arrive at specimen No. 3 Erika Choe. Erika Choe and I wait for each other at the atrium EVERY morning before school. As in if I come first I wait for her, and vice versa. So TODAY, like any other day, I came to school at 650AM and waited and waited. At around 7AM I realised I had lost my  money somehow, so I was in a rather bad mood. At 710, the dear girl hadn't arrived! So I sent her a message, which she of course didn't reply to, then I CALLED her but she didn't pick up the phone. Then it becam 725, and I wanted to put my bag in class before assembly, so I left. Then when I reached class, Si en was there and we wondered how come there were so few people in class, ok FastForward and then I received an sms from Erika at around 730am saying: OMG!! DILLY!! I JUST WOKE UP!LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Erikaaaa choeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You crazyyy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so this is why I had an interesting day, oh.. I think i forgot to mention something else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEKEKEZXZXZ. (In the words of a great Qiao Wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got lots more to write, but theres much to be done. So cheeerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4187349980982449917?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4187349980982449917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4187349980982449917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4187349980982449917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4187349980982449917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7341527427859216119</id><published>2007-10-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:22:10.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh. The EMTs are so near. Now all I want is for them to be OVER. The point in time where I never wanted them to come is long gone. Besides, theres much too many exciting things to be done once those dastardly examinations are OVER! Aaand no maaattter how hard the teachers try to keep us 'meaningfully occupied' which in-my-not-so-humble opinion pretty darn useless workshops, I refuse to succumb to boredom. Hmph. Basically, the post-exam timetable just suuuuuuucks. We have weird E-radio broadcast workshops from 8 - 1715 EVERYDAY for approximately THREE weeks , and then the returning of exam scripts has been spread across ONE WHOLE WEEK! (Prolonging agony much??) Oh. and did I mention that there is a space of three days (Including one weekend and a public holiday) between the end of our examinations and the 30% SPIRE OP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part in all this is, my birthday lies one day before the end of the exams. Therefore, in addition to not being able to enjoy my birthday on the DAY ITSELF (due to awesome papers such as E-math and physics being then) I can' t even enjoy my birthday weekend, cos GASP! It'll be SPENT DURING GRADED PROJECT WORK. SUPERRRRRDEEEEDUPERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! My heart goes out to Felicia Tham Ning Ning, whos birthday is the day before our first paper(: Its okay! We'll get BIRTHDAY LUCK FROM OUR BIRTHDAY WISHES YES? :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! Its okay its alright, SEVEN-ELEVEN is a STORE and MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Very bad joke. Hmmm, speaking of jokes, Haven't heard any in a whiile. Nowadays all I hear are Primary 2 jokes that I heard, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 years ago while I was in Primary 2 from my li'l bro and sis who ARE now in primary 2. Sheesh. Did YOU ever hear of the GOH - CHOCK - TONG joke? so LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME. But I must admit, I couldn't stop laughing the firstest time I ever heard that joke which was a long time AGO. But then again, I laugh like a mad woman and so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like !Xobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Did I spell that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOOOOOBIIILLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not how you say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tockBILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. SOOOO FUNNNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. Byeeee! Wheee. I love blogging! ITS SO FUN. just like russsel peters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go watch him, BUT there were exams that time PLUS I was two years under the age limit. Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7341527427859216119?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7341527427859216119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7341527427859216119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7341527427859216119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7341527427859216119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/10/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1614964371328283256</id><published>2007-09-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:42:33.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and another one bites the dust. another weekend I mean. Siiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to and end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. HAHAHAHA, I just wanted a more imaginative way of writing the last line of that verse. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha I think I'm freaking prem out by asking him all about his English adventure but I don't mean too..! hahahaha Just trying to make conversation I suppose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. that thing that was meant to be done finally didnt get done. darn. I did want it to get done, but its too much hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cheryls just explained to me the whole, 'HONG' and 'FANG' thing. About how the chinese character is the same, but the english translation sounds are different. Actually, shes done it before, but that was different LOL. I think its pretty cool! she thinks its REALLY BAD TRANSLATION from some Brrrrrrrrrrrrrit foolios. HAHAHAHA So she wants to sue their... and do a whole lot of other gruesome stuff to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOIOOI. Today was the little bro's and sis's birthday. They had a bowwwwling parrrty at the chevrons. My gawd. Some of those kids really annoyed me maaaan. Seriously. Haven;t got their screws screwed on properly or something. Okay that sounded a tad wrong But im too lazy to go change that sentence. whateveer. Ohh ahahaha it was pretty funny, all the little girls were decked in different shades of pink, and all the guys were in varying shades of dark green to black!. Tsk, if I ever have a son, I'd put him in a nice pink polo tee. cos real men wear pink. HAHAHAHAHA okkkkk lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, now im off to sleep, becuae tmr is a SUPPERRRDEEDUPER long day! It starts at 6am and will aprroximately end at  12am tmr. I KNOW other people have longer days, but Im still trying to get used to this new concept of not sleeping for seven+hours. So GIMME A BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i rush now! Illstill get about seven hours and 15 mins to sleep! okok GOOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1614964371328283256?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1614964371328283256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1614964371328283256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1614964371328283256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1614964371328283256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-another-one-bites-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8942884106895719180</id><published>2007-09-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T04:07:21.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeyer. Why they so insensitive. Where got such thing. NOW, I'm in a DILemma. TeeHee. Okay not funny, what I'm talking about is, OBS so unfeelingly, thoughtlessly being PLONKED right on the Diwali week. What absolute nonsense is that. So I'm exempted, only after I asked what I was supposed to do since I have a festival to attend to. And she didn't even know that Diwali was then. Uh-huh. But nowI'm wondering if I should just go for OBS, then come back a day after the event, when all the festivities are (siiigh) over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm taking this a step too far, but whatever happened to equality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8942884106895719180?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8942884106895719180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8942884106895719180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8942884106895719180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8942884106895719180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/eeyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6438499791410234146</id><published>2007-09-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:09:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG. YOU MAKE ME SO MAD.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AllI'dliketodorightnowi yellatonofexpletivesatyou. Becauseyou'reinconsiderate. Andawholelotofotherthings.Whichshan'twriteherebecauseIthinkyouknowwhomI'mtalkingabout.ButI'mnotreallybothered,becauseIthinkIhavegoodreasontobeannoyedwithyou.Sorry.Iwon'tbeacceptingshoddyworkfromyouanymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I cant even write what I want for fear of repercussions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6438499791410234146?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6438499791410234146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6438499791410234146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6438499791410234146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6438499791410234146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2064672547644539900</id><published>2007-09-07T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:16:14.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I think you've found my blog now haven't you? :D THATS why you keep asking me whether or not I have a blog yes? But anyways, if you have Good for you(: But SHUSH, Its a SECRET. If you haven't though, too bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee-eeellll, this has been a very tame weeek. The most exciting day was TUESDAY! When I had lunch with the girlies at BILLY BOMBERS. HEEHEEHEE. I like saying that, BILLY BOMBERS. The main purpose of the lunch was cos me cuzzies going to London for a whooole year):gonna miss her! Yes I am. But shes a lucky gyal! Shes taking part in an exchange programme thingy, so she gets to study in Nottingham for a whole year, and then take the exam there, but the GRADES WONT BE COUNTED! hahaha, yepyep Good on her(: ahYes, back to Mr bombers. I thinnk though the bill wasn't exactly cheap, it was pretty reasonable seeing as the portions were HUGE! TEEHEEHEE. My sis ordered a hotdog. It was HILARIOUS, if ya know what I mean ;D yessss then we took neoprinties and then we went home. then a while later went to watch RATATOUILLE with sisters and bro and cousin. Wheeee. It was alriiiiiiight I suppose, nothing to write home about. Then after that mom bluffed me and said we were going home to eat baked fish :O but in fact! We went to ghim moh to have sumptious scrumptious food. MmmMMMMMMMM. Such good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee, I think I love food too much. HAHAHAHA I remember once I told my mum, Id never be able to be a skinny person, cos I ... LOVE FOOD TOO MUCH. I can't remember what she said after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr yes. I shall be off now. Hmmm I miss dance lessons): They were all over tooooo darrrn quickly! And there were toooo fewwwww. Hmph. So, when ya getting married then? ;D THEN WE CAN DANCE AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN! HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2064672547644539900?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2064672547644539900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2064672547644539900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2064672547644539900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2064672547644539900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmm-i-think-youve-found-my-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8398832741692528219</id><published>2007-09-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:19:38.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. What a funny funny buncg of daaaay. SO fun also! So many things going on. How very EXCITING. Sunday was  THE BOMB! Because eaarrrly in the morning I got to do something I really like doing travelling on public transport on my own. No seriously! I really enjoy it :D It makes me feel all grown up and independent womanish. BWAHAHAHA :D thenthenhen after doing SPIRE at the library, I kinda unsublty told jinnie that she had to come to Bugis Junction with me for lunch and to buy a little thing for my MUMMIE! HAHAHAHA :D But jins so nice she said YES! So first we stopped by Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT! Their accessories section was having some major sale or something, such that TWENTY-THREE DOLLAR EARRING WERE GOING FOR SIX DOLLARS! And on top of that BUY ONE GET ONE FREEE. WOOOOTS. HAHAHAHA So what did I do? I chose a pair of earrings for my momma, then I mulled over which freebie I should choose, while jinnie lucked out as well and got herself a couple of necklaces, so finally I chose a pair of PREEEETTTTYY big pink hoops! [Two of my fav things combined!jeez. im turning into a BIMBO.] So i paid 6 bucks for what should have cost FORTY6 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy. Then we had lunch and stooopid jinnie gim ordered some crapppy SHROOMS[AHAHAHAHA SHROOMS] burger meal, and the stoooopid burger was so SMAAALL. it was PATHETIC I SWEAR. Yeah thennnn, she didnt even get cold slore/slaw? so I gave her mine since I dont really like it anyways. Then she bought some strange thing called TAKOPACHI which came with even weirder things called FISH FLAKES which looked like really thin pencil shavings AND THEY MOVED WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED FREAKY MAAAAN! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yes. then jinnie gim did a gross thing, she laughed in front of the flaky stuff and in doing so EXPELLED A LARGE AMOUNT OF AIR THROUGH HER NOSTRILS SUDDENLY THAT THIS BUNCH OF FLAKES FLEW STRAIGHT AT ME! GROSSSSSSSSSS. HAHAHAHA yeah so we both burst into laughter in the middle of a crowded MRT station. Nuuuttterrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Si En has officially lost it. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8398832741692528219?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8398832741692528219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8398832741692528219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8398832741692528219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8398832741692528219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1802198192525340516</id><published>2007-09-01T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:20:33.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Listening to some of these songs has put me in a pensive mood. And now to make matters worse, its the start of these one week 'holidays'. Which has in turn led me to think about all the happy, fun holiday trips up to Kuantan. Siiigh. How LONG ago do those trips seem? Well what triggered my sudden reminiscence is a song from a CD of a certain hindi movie called 'Kal Ho Naa Ho' which had just come out at that time. So we were listening to it all through our holiday(: And then I remembered one time when we were coming back from our usual chinese restaurant dinner haunt and this song was playing and I was laughing like a goose because as usual someone in my zany family had said something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiigh. And now all I've got is tons of work to do, and no nice drive up to Kuantan. Oooh I miss the BEACH and the 'CONTINENTAL' BREAKFASTS and WATCHING TV FROM A BED WITH NICE CRISP WHITE SHEETS and best of all, THE SEVEN HOUR DRIVE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoohOoohOooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, soon enough, this stage will be over then it'll be time for fun and laughter all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just which it'd come a teensy weensy bit SOONER though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual Punjabi School was a barrel of laughs with the brain dead boys and the not so far off teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual Incident:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Boy, where is your brain?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Khalsa Club. hurhurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some background information, not to be an elitist or anything, the fools been kept back three times. If he were any slower he'd be moving backwords, I swear ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1802198192525340516?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1802198192525340516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1802198192525340516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1802198192525340516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1802198192525340516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4979657601102402269</id><published>2007-08-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:09:13.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooohooo haven't blogged in a while [MY GOODNESS MORE THAN A WEEEK! must be a record] But now I feel like blogging because I feel like just rambling on and on and on. So instead of subjecting someone to my mindless ramblings, I've decided to do a service to society and put it all out here instead. So hmmmm, where shall I began?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets start with my face. As if its not already bad enough that theres suddenly like five pimples on my face, Mr Heah said I have a slappable face 0.o HAHAHAHA Yeah seriously, Molina had to go see him today during MT, so I tagged along, then we were talking talking, then he goes, I wish I could smack your face against the board then all your bains will spill out..[or some ultra weird morbid goop like that] Then I was like eeee so VIOLENT. Then he goes no really, your face like very, like very ..nice to slap one. So I just calmy replied, yeah my mums told me before that I have a very slappable face because my cheeks are so round. To which he enthusiastically said: YEAH! EXACTLY! VERY SLAPPABLE, then he hastily added, very pretty but very slappable also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like UH-HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeen I think last week or something I BALANCED A PIECE OF LEAD ON MY EYELASH! HAHAHA Cos they were all soo in awe [thank you thank you!] of my long, curled eyelashes [Every other day I get nuisances going: omg dilshaaad, are you wearing eyeliner?mascara? the most recent one was from Molina T. who asked me if I was wearing eyeshadow -_-'''] Yes then Jinnie asked me to try balancing some lead on my eyelash and I DID! Looking back, it was quite a dumb thing to have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr yes, then during open day CHERYL FANG took errr a GLAM SHOT OF MOI! HAHAHA so funnaye, she suddenly said: Okay! Dilly, im going to take a glam shot of you, tilt your head that way please! I did so and she snapped! And I MUST say it IS  a pretty nice looking picture, BUT IT REALLY WASN'T NECESSARY FOR YOU TO PUT IT AS MY PRIMARY PICTURE NOW WAS IT! And the best part is, I can't figure out how to change itOops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Open day... it was so anti-climax! So few people came okaaay But anyways I still had fun! My coooozin came along too and brought his [in my opinion] posery friend along too. HAHA, its kinda funny, I always imagined his friend to be something else, but he turned out to be something else! Yesyes, then after that there was this guy I was teaching, I was telling him basic stuff about shooting, how to trigger, where to aim, keep your arm steady jsut little tips and stuff like that and he just impatiently went yeah la yeah la i know la, when in actual fact the dope had probably never laid eyes on a gun before, but anyways, I got my own back later on when I secretly clapped in glee at his four consecutive wall shots. POOHPOOHPOOH. That should teach you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm now what else shall I natter about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yesss! FLOORPLAY! Super dee duper nice! It was really funny and cheeky and the music and the moves were sooo niiice! I could watch it again and again! Oh here also got story to tell :D I don't understand why people think I'm so old. I went for the thingy myself la [Yeah I went to watch it myself cos my mummy couldnt get tix for herself later on yaddayadda] so I was waiting outside at the foyer area before the show began then this guy came along and asked me whether he could take down my particulars so that they could call me for a surey after the show for feedback on service and stuff like that, so I said ok, then he asked for my age, I said 15 [when technically im still 14] then he nods and hes going to write then suddenly he goes: eh! 15 means I can't interview you, you're not 17 and above. HAHAHA, his expression was so funnaye. Then like I was telling chiuey, last time and some party this doofus dude came over and said, Oooh whos this young lady here? can I get you a glass of wine? I wanted to burst into laughter,  while my parents explained that I was their 14 yr old daughter. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! yayy I have sucessfully changed my primary picture! Sorry cherylieee, I dont want to put that therreee, i think it will look so extra and dumb dumb! But fret not yes! The picture is STILL THERE :D Hoo boy. In fact its right there! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm colours award todaaaay, Started offf nicely, went nicely and then ended with my getting annoyed and angry because she was being such an impatient selfish toot! Yeah so WHATEVER. I shan't dwell on that! but the funny thing was that my number listed there was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;666. Dilshaad Kaur Lonj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha like whaaateverrrr. zomg. maybe its an omen! hopes and prays not! But naaaah, my other listing was some other RANDOM number tooo, and the drama people didnt put a KAUR in my name, so now I'll have a cert with Dilshaad Lonj and another with Dilshaad Kaur Lonj. Whoop-dee-dooo. Phototaking this afternoon was another taste of madness! Shooting phototaking was RIGHT after drama phototaking and of COURSE I ahd to wear my drama costume for drama, so I had to dash off right after drama phototaking and chnage and run back down in time for shooting phototaking! it was CRAZY! I ran all the way up the stairs to the right, only to be UNABLE TO FUND THE FEMALE TOILET THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE according to every other female I asked, so anyway having been unable to find thaaat toilet I rushed alll the way over to the other bookshop side toilet and chnaged like superwoman! and then raaaan all the way down hoping that I wouldnt slip and fall and twist my ankle! Yes, so finally thankfully I reached with seconds to spare, got my breath back and took the picture! I'm going to look like a fool, because my hair was toinging all over the place, Darrrrn. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the topic of pictures, GUESS WHAT! In the Nats picture we took after..d'oh nats, MY FACE is half COVERED. HAHAHAHAHA. So laaaame. okok whatever, nevermind at least I can still recognise myself and my eyes and nose [partially?] are still visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, I think I've nattered and rambled and talked enough now! Goood Niiight worrrrld and Good Luck to everybody with their assignments and exams yeaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG WHEEL KEEP ON TURNIN', PROUD MARY KEEP ON BURNING&lt;br /&gt;ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ON THE RIVERR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee its STUCK in my HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES HEY SI EN!: TODAAAY GOT NOO CHYENISS! HAHAHAHA :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4979657601102402269?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4979657601102402269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4979657601102402269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4979657601102402269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4979657601102402269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hooohooo-havent-blogged-in-while-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4196957814668192697</id><published>2007-08-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:01:50.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come across a nugget of weesdom of my own :D through none other than experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING can be done, slowly, little by little. If you take one step at a time, usually things will fall into place. So I must learn to not start hyperventilating at the list of 'things to do' I started compiling 10 minutes ago. Yesiree. Take a chill pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. This is a really really really busy period. Assigments and projects and tests, not to mention the impending examinations. Oooh and to make my life a little more colourful, theres the humongous family of mine, which is so big that every week or every other week theres an occasion to be celebrated. YAYY! hahahaha, two weeks ago on Saturday my cousin got engaged, last saturday my 10 year old twin cousins celebrated their Birthday, Birthdays? This week, there MIGHT be another birthday party. But there might not be one cos there was already a celebration for her engagement two weeks ago. In a few weeks, itll be my mums birthday, then itll be my younger sis and bros birthday then itll be exam-cum-my birthday. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent was kind to me, exams concluded the week before my birthday, this time round exams are ongoing, right through and beyond my birthday. hahahaha poor felis birthday is a day before the exams. Such poor fings we are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you might ask what I'm doing here if I've got sooo much to get done. Well I'll have you know that I'm in the business of multi-tasking and am currently in the middle of a Biology project. And a trigo project. and an LA poem. so THERE. Oh and I'm listening to music too! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't keep a good woman down. I refuse to be killed by a towering stack of HW. and mugging. Shit. I think I'm speaking too soon. Actually I think, at this stage I'm babbling already, or Aida used to be fond of exclaiming to me: Apa kau MEREPEK? HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And other malay words I remember from last year are... cacat and SAYA TAK TAU! wheee good times good times(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open days this fri.&lt;br /&gt;I think its so cool that a little under a year ago I was the one who was being thought how to shoot, and now I'm the one whos going to be teaching someone else how to shoot! I mean isn't that kinda COOL? wheeewheeewhee. Wow. Its almost been a year hasn't it, well doesn't time FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. omg. FLY. I just remembered rush hour 3. GO WAAAATCH! veryvery FUNNY. And for all you snobbish toots out there who say, 'Oh, I don't watch such rubbish, its just nonsensical toilet humour' SUIT YOURSELVES! you're missing out on an opportunity to LAUGH like crazaye. chris tucker is an excellent example of a reason to go watch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, WHAT THE HELL YOU FEEDIN' THAT GUY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S TOOO DAAAMN BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahahahahahahahahahaha. omg. VERY FUNNY LA. Yesyesyes, I know everybodys up to there in work, but take a night offf y'knowww, let your hair dowwwn. Before it all drops off from SSSSTTTRRRREEEESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next week, im going to watch something, BECAUSE I NEED TO COMPLETE AA! YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok I'm off now, add oil dudes and dudettes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4196957814668192697?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4196957814668192697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4196957814668192697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4196957814668192697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4196957814668192697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-come-across-nigget-of-weesdom-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6701632690458832158</id><published>2007-08-12T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:33:59.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah. I know this feeling all too well and you aren't doing anything to help. Take me for granted why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6701632690458832158?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6701632690458832158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6701632690458832158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6701632690458832158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6701632690458832158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6412865213710860133</id><published>2007-08-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:08:21.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh. About time blogger loaded, stupid contraption. Today was as wonderful a day as Thursdays go. It was superbly slack [excluding PT, which I don't mind cos it was FUN], got to watch The Matrix, we end school early aaaand, finally finished up SPIRE Progress Report. SUCCESS... is far away. hahaha whaverrrs. Bumming around with the Gimster at the library was real fun man :D Of course, AHEM, we got the job done too, YES? Ahh especially so when she whipped out her camera! Then I took a picture of a startled Becky and then told her some nonsensical nonsense I thought of on the spur of the moment which went something like: Hi, we looking for people to put into our advertisement, shortlisted candidates will be notified, thank you, Bye! Theeen, I tried getting Mister De yao who happened to walk by, to make a funny/weird face so I could CAPTURE it, in return for all the nastily unglam shots SOMEONE took at NJIS, but he wouldnt do any funny faaaces! SPOILSPORT! :DDD jkjk, but JUUUUST YOU WAIT, SOMEDAY I'M GONNA GET YOU, in your most unglam moment. And this applies to everyone and anyone who either took candid aka unglam shots of me, caught me in an unglam moment, or called me 'CHAO UNLGLAM AH'. I think you all know who you are ^ ^ FLEA FLY? you LISTENING? Or rather reading? teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok better go sleep now. Tomorrows going to be a loong loong day. School finishes at 1630 then got pjb tuition after that! till SEVEN. What kind of a lifeless freak goes for punjabi tuition on a friday night?! Oh yes, I do. And dance pract today was fun too! Learnt this reall reall cool new dance to a nicenice soong! WOOTS. So proud of all of us! Doing so well! Instructor is funny in a funny kinda way.. [make sense?] He's punjabi, and incidentally happened to be from the same punjabi school we go to now, which makes him around five years our Sr. or smth [cool..never really thought about Pjb school seniors hahaha] anyway, everytime he says dilshaad, he keeps emphasizing the DIL in the dilshaad, cos DIL means HEART and so he'll go DILshaad, and then put his hand on his chest where hes hearts supposed to be. WEIIIIRD MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots! practice again this saturrrday, then on sundaaay got smile for a mile CIP! then saturday evening got math tuition.. then saturday morning got punjabi school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowzah. I thought weekends were meant to be a break from the weekdays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6412865213710860133?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6412865213710860133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6412865213710860133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6412865213710860133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6412865213710860133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/08/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2334199563533992279</id><published>2007-08-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:46:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howwwwwdy people. Dance was a blast yesterday, cos the coach turned out to be a rather fun guy. Oh the shennanigans! tsk tsk tsk. Not to mention all the connotations. such dirrrty people. CHEE! CHEE! CHEE! aND Abdullah Bin K. is a dead boy. QUICK! Ask me why, ask me why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coscoscos! I KNOW HIS FRIENDSTER PASSWORD. MWAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, todays PT was another eminder to myself as to how UNFIT AND FAT and I am. Bawls. I can't run and better still, my arm can't even support my own body weight. WHOOP-DEE-DOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat girl, Fat girl, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, raaaaaaaaandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm sitting on the floor of the library, because im typing on my laptop, and this is the ONLY powerpoint not taken up, and people are staring at me while they walk past. And oh, I suppose it doesnt help that I'm wearing a certain 'WILONA LEE''s swimming jacket too. It ain't because its called, Im wearing it cos well, I made a booboo. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES! Today during PT we played captains ball. After some time of running up and down the mega big playing ground, jumping around like a headless chicken, I swapped place with CK who took over Gen. Then I think the missed balls to caught balls ratio was smth around 4:2. HAHAHA, Get this: all four times I missed the ball, the ball whacked the top of my poor pinky the wrong way, and now my pinky HURTS): Poor pinky. Oh then one of the balls I caught was because Mr Wei Hong helped to pin JEM :D down, so that I could cleanly catch the ball! Then the next time was errrr I think I just caught the ball! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boooored. Both nazi and abs went to type/print out their MI journals at BUZZ. Leaving me all alone here to jaga their stufff. hmph. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye fer now. Tonight promises to be another exciting one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2334199563533992279?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2334199563533992279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2334199563533992279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2334199563533992279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2334199563533992279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/08/howwwwwdy-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8913517206523508860</id><published>2007-07-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:49:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phewwwwwww. What a BUSY bunch of days. Project after project after project, new topic after new topic after new topic. Not forgetting the impending doom of math quizzes and IH essays and other disastrous monsters waiting to jump out and STEAL MY LIFE. MY god. Its INVASION OF THE LIFESNATCHERS. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I want to write SO MANY THINGS. ABOUT SO MANY THINGS. But alas, my laziness or maybe this time its really tiredness HMM gets the better of me once again... and I don't think I'm going to write much, or maybe I'll suddenly get hooked and pour EVERYTHING out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well I shall begin and see what happens, the start would be Pjb school on Sat morning, where this bozo who doesn't speak proper english, asked me ,in this incidentally very bad impression of what he thought was an american accent, why I was slanging. So I just glared at him and said, its not my fault you dont speak proper english or smth to that effect and left him sitting there with his mouth open trying to figure out what the hell I meant. Not that it was anything witty or something. Moron. Well my hate for him is rather intense seeing as he and his superbly ugly, fat, pimply twin sister called me names in primary six. Stuff like black crow, and kaali kutti. the latter, literally translated refers to a black female dog. Don't ask me what I EVER did to infuriate the pair of twits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after P. school was math tuition, which was as math tuitions go quite uneventful. Can't remember much after that.okay whatver I shall stop dwelling in the past, cos theres not much there except workworkwork and more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK though on the other hand, comprises of workworkwork and FUN! Eeyer. Thinking of all that work is so DAUNTING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! BUT SMILE FOR A MILE ON SUNDAY WAS OH-SO-FUN! Cute German dudes all over the place for some reason. But this one guy turned out to be a bit creepy. HAHAHA, He totally INVADED my space man. I thought he wouldnt stop moving forward HAHA. I was just SHOCKED. shudders. A majority of people didnt donate or were stingy or pretended they couldnt see/hear us. Bugggers, the ones who turned me down with a smile got spared :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8913517206523508860?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8913517206523508860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8913517206523508860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8913517206523508860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8913517206523508860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/phewwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8356232714717995598</id><published>2007-07-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:22:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeee. Haven't blogged in like a WEEK! Now thats a loong time fer ME. Well, its been really busy PLUS I've got some weird flu bug or smth. Seems like I'm always plagued by some ailment or another recently. Hmmmmm. Whatever, CLARINASE worked WONDERS for my marathon running nose. Ugh naaaasty and then at night it would BLOCK. and then I couldn't sleep. tooopidtoopid nose. HAHAHA Yesyes moooooving on, swimming PE for the first time this week. It wasn't sooo bad, hahaha I formed the 'blobbery things society thingy' with Liz :D I don't think thaaat needs more explanation dooeees it? But I haven't swam that far so fast for so long, usually when I go in the pool I either do realllly leisurely laps, or none at all, so I was soso tired on Wednesday because some reallly smart logistical people put swimming right at the start of our day, and then if I wasn't shagged enough from swimming, lunges during PT cemented the whole deal. HAHAHAHA I fink we did like 16*3=48 lunges plus other excercises during PT and my thighs are so sore HAHAHAHA I can't sit down/ stand up without a little MOAAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS I'm either losing my appetite [rather unlikely] or canteen food is getting less and less appetising. I've eaten BAK CHOR MEE ONE TOO MANY TIMES, western stall aunty doesnt like my face or something and is always giving me crappy little scraps of chicken for an appalling 2 dollars and fifty cents. GASPS. Oh and roti prata ain't all its cracked up to beeee. Well, at least theres still fifty cent hashbrowns, and thrity cent pineapples. Ah and the tidbit stall. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK YO! As for all the other stalls I neglected to mention... nevermind. OH WAIT. Forgot about the rice stall, theres another nice stall! Ooh yes, MAYBE THERES STILL SOME HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeeeh, and while we're on the subject of my discontentment with certain school facilities, one of the general office staff is a right unfriendly grump of a woman. Gee, that sounds a bit harsh but SERIOUSLY, I went there one day asking her if she had any declaration form to declare that I'm taking 'Punjabi' as my second language and she literally got up from her seat a couple of metres away and walked towards me, AND ALL THIS TIME SHE HAD THIS ABSOLUTELY UNNECASSARY FROWN ON HER FACE. Demanding of a poor clueless, helpless me 'hah girl? WHAT you want?! what?'. LIKE WHAAAAATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall tell you about my results, my disappointing disappointing results. Wait not the part where I got seven friggin 'A's, not the part with the 'B+', not the part with the 'C' either. BUT, it was the part where I got a 'U' which dragged my GPA into muck. PISSIFYING. And no, no prizes for guessing WHICH subject did me in, ONCE AGAIN. I don't get why I always do so badly. Maybe everything I did was done too late. Oh well. Whats done is done, WE MUST NOW LOOK TO THE FUTURE. uh-huh. And start all the FORTIFICATIONS now, yes? Isn't that what everyone says? PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE? Well, lets see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to chiueys house today to watch 'Agnes of god' today for MI projectooo. I quite enjoyed the movie, the plot was really interesting and original! But the bleeding from the hands bit was just weird. aahahaha, didn't quite make sense actually. It was one of those movies which leaves it up to you to decide what you want to believe. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'mma go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8356232714717995598?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356232714717995598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8356232714717995598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8356232714717995598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8356232714717995598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8881819991604560407</id><published>2007-07-18T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:03:05.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeeHee. Got a call from a telemarketer today. Well, she wasn't really intending to speak to me but ended up speaking to me instead. She started off by asking for my father, in this really thick Indian accent. Then when I said he wasn't home, she asked me who she was speaking to, I said his daughter then she asked for my mother, who wasn't at home either. So the poor lady finally said, Okay may I speak to YOU then? She sounded so 'poor thing' so I just said okay, then she asked about my studies and stuff, then asked if I was taking any health supplements, told me that she'd call back later for my parents, asked my name, even told me that it was a sweet one and that finlly hung up. HAHAHAHA So cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cute things, today at the Racial Harmony Day thing, where Kai and I were supposed to be emcees.  Cute as the little kiddies were, they were so harrrd to organise! although the plan didn't go as planned I won't say it was a total failure, because I think [HOPE!] most of them had fun, singing singapore town a million and one times, and watching me make a total ass of myself doing the actions, but MOST importantly, we now know to plan more kid friendly activities in the future. And afterwards, I did the hokeypokey with like three little kiddos! :D SO FUN. My own younger siblings are too old to do the hokeypokey with me, and if I were to do it in class, everyone would just look at me funny[I've tried it once before]. SO YOU COUD SAY I HAD TRUCKLOADS OF FUN!!(: ANYWAYS,met this uber cute little Pakistani boy with BIG LIGHT EYES! and a round little face called Zain. HAHAHA, Guess what lately I've been thinking that it'd be quite cool to be an Indian expat. I mean for one they're nearly always rich, cos of all their IT companies and stuff and then they always look so GLAMOROUS! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, LAUGH at me, roll your eyes at me! I KNOW you're doooing it hahaha whatverrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterrrrr that was shooting PT! We did smile for a mile run. My goodness. I'm so unfit! My chest starting hurting halfway through the first round but I kept running. but halfway through the second round I decided to walk, I mean I didn't want to like OVER-EXERT myself y'knowww? what with all this sudden spurt in totally healthy people dropping like flies! I doubt I'm even the healthiest person. HAHAHA. So I walked and ended up right behind, pffft. but as usual I was still grinning like a jackass, I mean it WAS smile for a mile right? right, anyways my grinning prompted mister Jason to turn around and say, DILLY! IF YOU'RE STILL SMILING IT MEANS YOURE NOT TIRED! ... NO SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like MMMMHMMM. hahahaha But the encouragement from everybody was appreciated but I must say, I felt like an unfit fat slob, slwly falling behind while everyone ran on. HAHAHAHA, but anyways, at least I'm still alive instead of collapsing on the floor in a fit of over-exertion. yeah. That came out a bit morbid but yeaaaah. PT with ai lin was very doable after that! Was even actually enjoyable(: After PT was exco meeeeting, then after that sat around with feliiii and fionaaaa and talked about a whole range of stuff. hahas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after thaaat, ICAMEHOME!WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot lately, or like feli will constantly tell me when I say something,'aiyoo you ah, don't think too much laaa' HAHAHA Oh well oh well. slowy slowly everything will happen, CORRECTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee. I'm off to read now. In my pursuit of becoming a more well-read person and partially due to the naggings of a worried mummy, I've decided to pick up a 'proper' book to read and am now making some headway in 'to kill a mockingbird'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't HEARRRRR you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAHHH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat, I spent this mid-afternoon emceeing a bunch of five year olds. Okay, kinda emceeing. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what a weird post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8881819991604560407?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8881819991604560407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8881819991604560407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8881819991604560407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8881819991604560407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4595474028213874512</id><published>2007-07-14T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:46:48.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooh, today after Punjabi school, we went to Serangoon road. I'm a HAPPY HAPPY girl, cos my MUMMMMAYE, bought me two new PUNJABI SUITS! WOOOOHOOO. nicenicenice! That woman brings in new suits from India like every month or something. Like woah. Its a nice life, go to India, buy nnice punjabi suits, come back to singapore put them in your cosy little shop, wait for people to come in and then sell it to them for an almost fifty percent profit. WHEW. Life must be good. OH WELL. We don't buy them on such a regular basis ANYWAYS, so whenever we do, everyones happy all around so YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to Mustafa after that, this trip wasn't sooo pleasant but anyways, I was browsing at their sunglasses and I found out that my El Cheapo RayBans from Malacca, actually cost 200 BUCKS!! HAHAHAHA Well, the real ones do anyways! so cool rght! SHUSH. I KNOOOW you're just jealous that YOU don't have 200 dollar sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually come to think of it neither do I. Oops. HAHAHA LIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally got a bunch of new songs to listen to until I become so sick of them I I I just, stop listening to them. mmmmhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Today I just randomly started talking to my parents about me and my shooting. Then talk talk talk, and then my pops who used to be a marksman in the army [I think I've heard that approximately a million times], well after much talk and discussion about why I can't shoot a perfect score,  he's decided to give me a coaching session :D Boy, I want to see how this turns out. Hmmm can we train randomly at CDANS? Please tell me if you know, THANKS! hahahaha my pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaaaay, I had my first math tuition lesson we Dorcas. Si En thanks for giving me her contact! Shes really nice and helpful WHOOO. Not like my other weird math tutor. Seriously, the wired guy asked me if I wanted to go to MOS with him -_-'''. HAHAHA, Ahhh, I could tell you a bunch of stories about all the strange teachers and tutors I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BE I'M GONNA BE. I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE..... YAYY NICE SOOOOOOONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm offff now, but heres a couple of links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny pacman skeleton thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bob.com.sg/forum/showthread.php?t=37004"&gt;http://www.bob.com.sg/forum/showthread.php?t=37004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alt.tnt.tv/games/thedoors/"&gt;http://alt.tnt.tv/games/thedoors/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. I think I'm going to miss you. HAHA, How very strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4595474028213874512?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4595474028213874512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4595474028213874512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4595474028213874512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4595474028213874512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/oooooh-today-after-punjabi-school-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6785184858834813603</id><published>2007-07-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:06:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeyerrrr. Don't  want to take that yeeeeky medicine. feel like puking everytime I imagine the taste, or the FEEL of it. *SHUDDERS* YEUCCCCH. Horrrrrid thing which has to be dissolved in water, but doesnt really dissolve cos I can still feel all the horrible little powdery thingiemajigies. G-R-O-S-S. Oh, then the other one, is a BIG tablet, like about I think slightly smaller than a ten cent coin. Its powdery too. to top it all of I have to take TWO of those! AAAAGGGGGGHHHHH. Thank god, the other two tablets are ingestible. OH MAAAAN. DON'T WANT TO TAKE MEDS. Why'd I have to fall sick in the first instance! TEEHEEHEE. Momma blamed it on all my gallivanting last week. funnaye mommaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaaay was 'The Art of Dressing Up'. Talked about colours and styles and shapes. I wear alot of BRIGHT colours! which I think makes me a warm person. Or summat like that. Styles.. a little bit of everything? ahaha, I have no idea, I don't think there're such clear distinctions. Body shape. Fel reckons I have an Ooooh hourglass shape. HAHAHA, I think actually a majority of girlies have either triangular or hourglass shapes. with the exception of a few of course. All in all I think the class was quite interesting. Except for the fact that I started it off feeling a little queasy hahaha, so I sat at the end of the row of stairs, in case I suddenly needed to 'make a dash for it' LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came straight home after thaaat. I walked home manzx! Maybe I should power walk. Then it'd actually make a difference for me. Rather than just slowly drag my feet all the way home.. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaddaYadda, Oh SNAPS. Its time to take those darrrrn meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SAAAAAAAAAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHO! MY SISSYSSS COMING BACK TODAY! After ten long days in OBS Lumut! :D I reckon she'll be burnt to a crisp. HAHAHA, So I shall refrain from pinching her or anything of the sort, in case she like.. you know, crumbles in my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. OMG. Can't wait to see what she looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe I shall even try pinching her, JUST to see what'll happen. MUAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6785184858834813603?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6785184858834813603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6785184858834813603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6785184858834813603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6785184858834813603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/eeeyerrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-926160532073390019</id><published>2007-07-10T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:54:06.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh. Been feeling ill these few days. What with a very snozzled up nose and other annoying ailments. Enrichment weeks been fun though. Feeling somewhat enriched now :D Today went for 'Baking at-sunrice' with feli and kai. HAHAHA. Getting there was just retarded. I as USUAL reached waaay earlier than required, this time I reached dhoby ghaut at 7:15. The course was supposed to begin at 830 [We later found out it was 9] Newaes, after we all reached we followed kais handy-dandy instruction manual, and reached Fort Canning alright. Then came the tough part, finding the academy. OMG. All the notes said was to go up the slope, all the way. Then go down/up some staircase, past a roundabout and yaddayadda. We climbed up a fabulously steep flight of stairs, I think 2 times, only to realise we were in the totally wrong place, a country club. then I called Jo, and she told me about a battlebox. which was NO WHERE in sight. So we walked to the left, then found a slope, and another even STEEPER flight of stairs, we climbed that, to not only see the battlebox, BUT THE ROUNDABOUT TOO! Then we got into the relevant building, only to again be slightly befuddleded as to which room to go to, because someone we met on the way was going for a vegetable carving class, and went into the only room occupied. So we finally went in, and finally realised it was all correct. Then we got sorted into groups. My group had this Crescent Sr, who was in library, so I knew her from the few months I was in library. Then there was this other girl, who was nice too, then later on faisal joined the group. LOL, I used to be quite fascinated by de yaos height, THEN I stood next to faisal, and it was like zoomg. HAHAHAA Hes so BIG! then we asked him if had ever met anyone taller than him and he went, 'YEAH! NJ got what, that china guy, 2.09' I just nodded. haha crazaaaye man. THEEEN, we went about making the FRENCH APPLE TART, and I was PLEASANTLY surprised at how uncomplicated it is. The last time I attempted to make an applie PIE with my sissy, now that was tough, cos the top has to be covered too, and we weren't really sure how to fasten the top on. HAHAHA, and then all the apple juices and stuff kept ooozing out, so it wouldnt stick properly and yaddayaddayadda. But it still TASTED goood :D Oh well, practice makes perfect, no? Oh! and the chefs were this one Thai guy, and an Indian guy, pair of comedians la, the indian dude kinda reminded of Mr Bean. LOL They kept taking cracks at each other and stuff. Oooooooh! then when we had a break, the three of us went for a walk in Fort Canning park, and I wanted to find saga seeds. I remember after getting our books from the National Library, my mummmy and my sisterrr and I used to walk over and pick up those brillliant red saga seeds(: they're so pretty. Yeah, so we found some but I didn't want to take them home, so gave all I found to Thamster instead! lollers then we went back, collected out tart slices and then cabbed back to schoool. the other two went for their enrichment stuffiewuffies, and I had nothing to do, so I watched shu jen play pool for a bit, then&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        came&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                  home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-926160532073390019?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/926160532073390019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=926160532073390019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/926160532073390019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/926160532073390019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2206425357664326684</id><published>2007-07-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:08:50.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Punjabi schoool was a laugh and a half yesterday, my goooodness. all the WEIRD WEIRD WEIRRRRD characters and the even weirder things they do. shockingly though, someone whom I thought was different, just joined the ranks of the Weird Roll of Honour. *shudders* HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. What a very busy week this last one has been. a reallll rolllllercoaaaster! TeeHee. Did so many things. Learnt so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the CIP on class blog, I don't mind doing it! Soudns prettty fun, who wants to come with me!! :D and oh! for the SJI concert thingy, I can't go anyways, my cousins Birrrrrthday parrrty is on the 21st of July too. Yeah and thats another thing I realised recently. I seem to have alot more family commitments than I don't know, the rest of my friends? Hmm, is it because of I have a bigger family, or is it that I'm closer to my family or is it that my family is abnormal. HAHAHAHA, well, I have heard a couple of stories of how my dads friend had the chance to meet some of my family at my parents wedding I think, and at the end of it all whispered to him and asked, 'do you have any normal family members?' HAHAHA Oooh I have quite a fun, zany family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the topic of family, one of my cousins friends in Punjabi School once commented on how our family, of cousins, was taking over the playground. HAHAHAHA cos in the whole punjabi school theres like, ermm 14 of us kids, excluding the three who recently stopped going. lol yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I was deep in thought just now, and set myself a target. Then thinking further I realised, that if I wanted to achieve that target, there was seriously absolutely no room for error. It was almost-perfection. That made me think again, could I achieve something like that? Thats something I need to dwell on for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. If this were an essay, I think I'd fail. Its such a pointless bunch of random thoughts. HAHAHA OH WELL. At least its out of my system now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2206425357664326684?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2206425357664326684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2206425357664326684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2206425357664326684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2206425357664326684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2807078604649266374</id><published>2007-07-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:53:30.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its amazing how one little comment can trigger a whole tirade of emotions. Yeah, so well, I'm feeling a little mad and a little sad right now. But then, I think to myself, its the same old thing, again and again and again. So how many times am I going to let the same thing get me down again and again and again. I suppose I'll just have to face it and say 'Lifes like that.', you win some, you lose some. And that has seriously absolutely no reference to a recently concluded competition. Then again, thats not easy for me to do. Gee, I'd better get myself out of here pronto before I start ranting and raving majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh heck, whats the use anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2807078604649266374?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2807078604649266374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2807078604649266374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2807078604649266374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2807078604649266374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-amazing-how-one-little-comment-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-1813549747985510803</id><published>2007-07-05T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:29:02.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohlala. I had fun today, boy oh boy, did I have fun. Shooting comp was a bit weird. When I first started, with sighters and all, it was so lame, I was so high for god knows what reason, and I couldn't stop smiling, Just kept grinning like a jackass. HAHAHA, Theeeen, I started shooting my sighters. Those darn shots weren't exactly what I wanted, but still kept grinning, for a while. Then the naaasty shots which continued into my first series got the better of me, and soon all the laughing gas was gone, only to be replaced by, seriously, what nobody :D correctly termed a defeatist attitude. I'm really not absolutely sure what caused all those sevenses. But the strongest possibility to me is my very short if not absent follow through and to some extent my triggering. Because I know for a fact, that my sight picture was as good as any other, and my mind was there, all through. Anyhoo, something clicked somewhere, somehow and soon my shots got better and better, with the occasional slip up. Pretty accurate predictions if you ask me. What I'm really happy about though is my score, 330! hoohooo :D Its the highest I've shot for any competition, the other competition scores I don't think even broke 320! So I'm happyhappyhappy. Just think, if those sevens hadn't been there... Oh well! theres always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thaaat we lameeed around in the corridoor, soo fuun. All the lovely nutters(: HAHA, So exciting, waiting for all the scores to come out! Oh, and me mumsie called me an OPPORTUNIST :O HAHAHA Had lunch and then took neoprints with almost all the pister ghers, zomggg sooo liiiime. HAHAHA, all the decorating and the posing and what nots tsk tsk tsk hahaha, then after that had to rushrushrush home cos I told pops that I'd be ending at 12 and the time was approximately 4PM. Oops. But I had already told mumsie, so anyways, I'd have been safe. Yeaah so reached home at 5 plus, explained to a rather calm, unangry  [Phew] daddums why I was late, theeen took a nice shower, got rid of half my headache and then sat down and did TWO PUNJABI ESSAYS. O_O the titles of which were, 'What if I were a millionare' and 'My lifes experience'. It was quite alright I suppose, but I think, sorry scratch that, I know, the grammar is like !£$%^&amp;*. hahahahaha, okaaay la not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gooodniiight, I think I'm going to turn in earrrly today. Feeling exceptionally sleepy. Sleepier than I was last night. Straaange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankya, thankya very much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley style maaaanzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K niiiiiight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-1813549747985510803?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/1813549747985510803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=1813549747985510803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1813549747985510803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/1813549747985510803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohlala.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-8968419255282923284</id><published>2007-07-04T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:20:15.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeee today was yet another busywusy day! But my goodness it was oh-so-fuhhhhn. AND TRANSFORMERS IS THE BOMMMMMMB MAAAAAAN! UBER COOL! CHEVY CAMEROS ARE SO HOT. HAHAHAHAH. Oh! We had lunch at chicago steak house, but guess what we didn't order any steaks): ohwell, I'm broke, so no steakie weakies fer me! But the fish n chips were alright ya! The fish wasn't fishy at all, and the portion was just right! Felt quite satisified :D zomg. then after the mooovie had to RUSHRUSHRUSH, cos we were going to my aunts house for dinnnner with my other aunt and uncle. And I was scared shitless that I was going to be late, so I was RUSHING AND RUSHING AND RUSHING, and of course the car park in front og somerset MRT had to be renovated, and of COURSE I hadn;t been there in ages so it was by pure luck I found the staiton, if not I'd have just carried on walking in the WRONG direction! Oh, then topping up my ezlink, OF COURSE THE STINKIN MACHINE WOULDN'T TAKE THE 10 DOLLAR NOTE. So after two very hurried tries, I just went to the service counter and got it done manually. SO MUCH FASTER! OH before me in the queue was this indian worker dude, such an IDIOT. Like so stupid UNTIL cannot be any stupider. if theres such a word. theres a path for going in and theres a path for going out. but OF COURSE he doesnt see the going OUT path, so WHAT DOES HE DO? He SHOVES HIS FAT BACKSIDE PAST ME IN THE ULTRA NARROW GOING IN PATH. annoyingzx manzx. HAHA, yeaaah. then rushrushrush, and finally reached newton five minutes ahead of schedule! whew! So called daddy dearest, and he hadn't even left home to pick my lil sissy up from school yet. So yaddayaddayadda. Gosh my uncle and aunt from ozzie land are just HILARIOUS la darrn theyre going off tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I on the other hand, have a shoooting competition tomorrow! I'm not feeling anything about it right now. But I'm SURE as hell I'll feel like kapoot at the firing line. zomgzomgzomg. NEVERMIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NO PRESSURE. NO EXPECTATIONS. JUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOBODY. DARN. I won't be getting back my seven dolllars will I? But honestly, transformers was a bunch of fun! gladiwatchedit! WHAT HUH? I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING WHADYA TAAAALKING ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA OK REEEEETARDEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW. YOU DIDN'T WIN. COS COS COS YOU FELL FOR THE STOOPID ARMY GAG! PBBBBBTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-8968419255282923284?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968419255282923284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=8968419255282923284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8968419255282923284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/8968419255282923284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheeee-today-was-yet-another-busywusy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-3281091553870938477</id><published>2007-07-03T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:37:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooo! Today was fantastico daaaaaaaay! HAHAHA went to school this morning and didnt know that we had to be in full grey. OOPS :X So borred qiao weis SNG jacket, and wore it all through assembly, where Mr Eng asked us if there were anything we wanted him to know before he started marking our math papers. HAHAHA, I confidently told him, NO, I PREPARED SUFFICIENTLY. Boy, I sure hope I do well, if not I doubt he'd ever let me live that one down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. The enrichment course thing was verrry weird. We folded paper napkins, and learnt about different glasses, and learnt how to set a table and learnt smth called service sequence, which mainly revolves what YOU SHOULD DO AS A WAITER. I feel properly equipped to sign up as a waitress now. I think i'd be rather efficient. Except for the whole carrying many many plates and stuff on a tray while walking like I'm holding a toothpick. Hmmm, now THAT might pose a rpoblem seeing as I'm not the least clumsiest person around...but nevermind my amazing powers of balance will sort that all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thaaaat was SHOOTING. While shootiNg I actually thought my shots were quite mediocre. Meaning there were quite a few sevens and eights, and not as many really good nines and tens like I'd wanted [who doesn't?] But turns out, I shot another PB! 338, I think it was because I managed to keep my really bad strays in check this time. A bit scared though. When I first shot 333, my score went down to 321 I think after that.. But I wonder, is it JUST a mindset problem, that CAN be overcome by BELIEF? I wonder, care to help nobody? :D Oh well. I suppose I'll jsut have to put in MY OWN BEST EFFORTS and leave the rest to what iT MIGHT BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, NOW comes the fun part! Meeeting the hao jio bu zhian [HAHAHA IS THAT EVEN RIGHT? anyways, its SUPPOSED to mean long time no see] LOVELIESSS! HAHAHA Was supposed to meet them at orchard mrt, so I arrived at orchard mrt, and was a bit stunned by all the various exits and people walking in a million and one differnt directions, then I located the passenger service centre, then i saw a BIG TUFT OF HAIR, then underneath it I saw PRIYA B.!! AHAHAHA, then I looked to her right, looked like 15 cm lower? then I saw AIDA A.!! HAHAHAHA, So I gladly rushed over to them, relieved at having found them, and what do I SEE BUT EVEN MORE CRAZAYE PEOPLE HUDDLED BEHIND! KABOOOM! OUT CAME NIKKI AND PADDY AND AISH! HAHAHAHA. And seriously, I could feel the love man(: missed you girliesss soooo much! HAHAHAHA, they started going on and on about my STUNNING RED EARRINGS! AND THEN THEY DISCOVERED MY RUBBER BAND MATCHED! AND then best of all, for PADDY especially I fink, my ahem too. HAHAHAHA :D Go on, have a guess. *ROLLS EYES* SOOO LAAAAME LA. Like as if anyone I'd bother to check if it shows! I mean SO WHAT IF IT DOES? As long as its not embarassing to me in any way, I REAALLY don't mind. so THERE! :O hahahaha YESYES, so we mosied around taka, and ate kfc, which made us all feel so QUEASYYY. And aida thinks that guy looks like a pirate. MY FOOT! pirate.Just cos he had a pathetic little bandana tied around his head, which looked like a piece of cloth he'd torn off his mummys SARI! aiyooo all the crazy crazy stuff! Then we ate pretzels from auntie anne's! zomg. SUPER DEE DUPER YUMMY. I can't believe I've never eaten such yummalicious things before! HOW DEPRIVED AM I??? and NO AIDA! you've never bought me pretzels before, I think I'd remember such tasty treats! But that doesn't mean you cant buy me some in the future! :D HINT HINT, actually theres a hint for anyone whos reading :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEENNN! on the way to the MRT station, who should we run into? none other than Ms Sabrina! MY GOODNESS. Haven't seen her in approxiamtely SIX MONTHS! She looks good(: put on some weight too! Good on her, last time she was so SKINNY. She happened to be taking the same train, but I was only on for one stop, so chatted a little with her, then I was OFF! And theeeen on the way home on the BUS, I saw that obnoxious little brat from karate whos actually not so little anymore cos hes in sec 2. And actually not so obnoxious cos I found out hes actually quite nice, so are the rest of his broooothers! At first I thought they were all just stuck up annoying toots from ahem ahem ACS. BUT turns out, i WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so what else what else happend todaaay,, oh! finally managed to get myself a math tuition teacher. Unfortunately though, the slots at saturday from 5-7. But oh well, sacrifices must be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that just about sums up my day. But theres still so much I left out. Darrrn. Maaaybe I should keep a diary. But naaah, I'd use up too much time and ink and paper. okayokay G'NIGHT WORLDIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wonder if the laws of attraction really work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-3281091553870938477?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/3281091553870938477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=3281091553870938477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3281091553870938477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/3281091553870938477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellooo-today-was-fantastico-daaaaaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-2898369337201296936</id><published>2007-07-02T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T03:43:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, training was a bit better, but like SOMEBODY explicitly stated, not good enough. So I nicely explained to him why and possibly how I plan to prevent such heinous mistakes, such as shooting a two, from occuring. And then I discovered, what wondrous scores I COULD have achieved, if I had shot three tens, instead of a 2, a four and a five. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay CHANGING the subject. Tomorrow I'm meeting skinny tham in schoolio magoolio for Basic Restaurant and Beverage Knowledge. I mean who knows? We might want to open up a cafe or smth you know? It'll be called: Okay fine, I haven't thought of anything yet. bUT IT'LL SERVE ALL KINDS OF YUMMALICIOUS FOOD. Havent decided on the cuisine type either. whaaaat, its still in Earlyplanning stages for heavens sake. Like I just thought of it TWO SECONDS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm math tuition. I think theres a serious dearth of private math tutors. Or MAYBE I just don't know any. ANYWAYS, IF YOU KNOW ANY PRIVATE MATH TUTORS WHO TEACH ON WEEKDAYS, HOLLER AT ME. Otherwise, DON'T SCREAM AT ME. uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shitty. Now I just need HANSONS number so I can tell him I WON'T in fact be free tomorrow morning. Crapperooooooooooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Thank god we had to study during the holidays. Otherwise imagine all the weight I'd have put on from lovely afternoon naps and four o' clock tea times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-2898369337201296936?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/2898369337201296936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=2898369337201296936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2898369337201296936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/2898369337201296936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-training-was-bit-better-but-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-6886274516385690581</id><published>2007-07-01T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:01:24.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siiiiigh, my sissys going to Lumut tmr for TEN WHOLE DAYS! I'm going to miss my buddy. And I can't even say have a good time, shes going to OBS, *shuddders*, ok nevermind, enjoy the experience yo!(: Love yaaaa, I'll be waiting for you when you come back okayokayokay? I shall make something nice for ya okayokayokay? Ok now I sound like some half of a loveydovey couple. Like WHATever. She's my [occasionally] nice big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, WHAT a  WEEKEND. WOAH! There were three w's in that first sentence. Not baaad. My fabulous weekend all started on Saturday morning, when four of us were zombily walking around in our not-been-worn-for-one-month punjabi school uniforms, while my dad was out fetching my momma from the airport, after shed been away for a week, then suddenly a call came, saying that we were RELEASED from Punjabi School. I swear, there had never been kiddos more happy than us at that moment. So anyways, we spent the rest of the day getting ready for chencheloids sweeet sixteenth birthday parrrrty that evening. Oh! and not to mention fashion showing all the beautiful stuff momma bought us from India! hahahaha yeaaah, so we had a blast that evening, cos like after quite some time the family congregated and had fun togetherrrr. Then incidentally, to make the weekend even more fun, my aunt and uncle from Ozzie land were dropping in too, to stopover for a couple of days before going to chiang mai. cool stuff man, every year, they take one looong holiday and go like to soo many different places before going back to austraaalia. yupyup. then this morrrning, while everyone was still sleeping from the ulra uber late night before, I crept out of the house. And walked to school, cos I was SUCH  a nice daughter and didn't wake me daddy up to send me to schoolie for training! But my GAWD. It was SO HOT! at 8 in the morning! I was sweating by the time I reached, so I went to the canteen toilet switched on the lights and fan, and then stood right in front of the fan for like five mins to cool myself down. Then I neatend up my wind-erm-fan swept hair and headed on doen to the range where more happening happenings happened. But the gist of the range happenings, was that my shooting was absolute and utter crap. I'm so disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, I'm going to turn in now, and sleep early after last nights late night, so that hopefully, tomorrow, my shoooting will be be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it WILL be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-6886274516385690581?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/6886274516385690581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=6886274516385690581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6886274516385690581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/6886274516385690581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/07/siiiiigh-my-sissys-going-to-lumut-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4899713534112317175</id><published>2007-06-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:12:31.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooooHoooo! The weeks ALMOST drawing to a CLOSE! Its been crawwwwwling by though. And the exams have been well, what can I say, exams. HAHAHA, this week has been like some epic battle agaisnt evil ie: examinations.  A constant uphill struggle! Uhhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since yesterday night, I officially like bhangra music again. And now as I'm listening to my CURRENT favorite song, an extremely funny thought just struck me, which sent me into one of my peals-of-laughter fits. I was imagining the LOOKS on the faces of probably everybody in class, if they were to link to my blog page, and SUDDENLY! WHAT COMES BLASTING THOUGH THEIR SPEAKERS, BUT.......           BHANGRA MUSIC. Of course, perhaps with the exception of Rajan, whom if I'm not wrong hails from Chandigarh, which I'm prettty sure is right smack errrr someone in PUNJAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ZOMG. SOOO FUNNNNAYE. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatverrrr, if you don't think its funny then TOUGH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee, toying with the idea hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'd just sound totally alien and insanely strange if you haven't heard it before, but its ACTUALLY quite enjoyable. TEEHEE. HAHAHAHA the JABBI GAL IN ME SHIIINES THROUGH. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHGOOODNESSGRACIOUSME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, some of the songs dooo bring back memories. Of friends, and parties and MSN conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. exam stress must REALLLY be getting to me, I've dedicated virtually a whole post to bhangra music. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off now, be back sooooooon, MAYBE with my bhangra music in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-4899713534112317175?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4899713534112317175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4899713534112317175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4899713534112317175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4899713534112317175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/06/woooohoooo-weeks-almost-drawing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-7010983198387308665</id><published>2007-06-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:14:18.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomg. Can't wait for this week to be over! Hopefully it'll go by really fast. Then theres a parrrrrty this weekend! hoohooo! Then few weeks down theres a wedding! And then the following week somebodys coming back to S'pore! wheeeeee can't WAIT I tell ya! Can't waaait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do HATE this feeling of being in LIMBO. Do you KNOW what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrr. WEEK! Be OVER! NOW. oh sweet sweet bliss. Imagine, this time next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Be overrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: did I mention? I got a nose stud! FINALLY! TEEHEEHEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-7010983198387308665?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/7010983198387308665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=7010983198387308665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7010983198387308665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/7010983198387308665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/06/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-5765461817014054934</id><published>2007-06-22T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:09:36.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND FOR HEAVENS SAKE, STOP CALLING ME DILLLLLY Y'ALL! Its DILSHAAD.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I DID introduce myself as dilly, BUT I've now decided that I don't WANT to be called dilly anymore, so PUHLEASE call me DILSHAAD, THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm in a bit of a pissy hissy mood right now, GEE YOU SHOULD KNOW WHY SHOULDN'T YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-5765461817014054934?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/5765461817014054934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=5765461817014054934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5765461817014054934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/5765461817014054934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-for-heavens-sake-stop-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-4100661913949389345</id><published>2007-06-22T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:59:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure I want to speak to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of many happenings :D / D: Some good and some not so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spent the morning and pretty much of the whole day [bonding ;D] and yes, studying with three lovelieees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shot a little competition and walked away with a 333 score, which is a PB! [The other time I thought I had a PB of 340 was actually not really a PB cos I counted it totally wrongly :/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had McDonalds for lunch, after quite a long time. Having had Burger King recently, I must say that BURGER KING trumps McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My EAR, or rather the piercing bled): and my gums feel sore and .. yeah thats all the injuries sustained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Got a scolding for something I think was only PARTIALLY my fault and therefore I only partially deserved it. BUT I think it was not totally necessary. But hohum, life goes on. And I learn, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all. What a day.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought I was an idiot of the first order. But it turns out you're an even higher rank of them, whatever that might be.&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/16114562-4100661913949389345?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/4100661913949389345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=4100661913949389345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4100661913949389345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/4100661913949389345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-sure-i-want-to-speak-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</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-16114562.post-754309691843264869</id><published>2007-06-21T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:56:48.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh-oh. Something very bad is happening, I don't know whats bugging my shooting. I think its my lack of concentration, or sometimes even my restlessness, sheesh. My mind either spaces out or wanders off. MUST STOP. VERY BAD HABIT! Because I've discovered once before that shooting is all in the MIND. Well most of it anyway, of course the tehnical bits are there, but those can only get you so far no? Then the rest is up to YOU YOU YOU. ME ME ME. Must F-O--U-S. AHAHAH  Even the word sounds rude :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hOOHOO, But I do think that the break I had inbetween did my shooting some good, today was slightly better than what I've been doing the last week or so. But my grouping has disappeared again, gotta gotta find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Batam was BLAST! For you sceptics, Batams not all about sleazy women and their losery old men, thought mark my words, there are wuite a few of them dotting the place, one couple really gave me a good laugh. This raaather fat indon woman, and her gungho american guy, who I MUST say was not really someone who had gone to pot, meaning he was still okay looking, were on this double bicycle. Y'know the kind where two people sit on one bicycle? Yeah that one. Anyway, he was in front and she was duh at the back, and suddenly she goes, 'Honey honey, I'm, going wabbly wabbly' in this alarmed kinda voice, and he goes 'You're not goin wabbly alright, now stop it honey' in this deep serious american drawl. I had to contain myself for about 5 metres before I exploded into peals of laughter. YEAAAH, wellll besides people watching me went swwiiimmming, lucky we were only there for a couple of days, otherwise who knows what new shades of colour I might have developed. Oh! the hotel had a bowling alley too, and after bowling I played SNOOOOKIE SNOOKIE SNOOOKER! I'm so PRO okay, I played for the FIRST time ever, and I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO HIT THE CUE BALL [see I know my lingo! ;DD] I even scored a couple of ballyballlls. Ooooh, Batam was fun! Went with my cousins you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, shall reply alll the taggoooos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh*: HAHAHA Don't worry, I don't plan on getting one soon, that was sooo last week! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylie: HAHAHAHA GLORY GLORY GLORY SM? Then BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT SM TO YOUUU! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo: HELLOO JOTOEE!  yesyesyes! Im the GLAAAAMQUEEEN! With my new feather duster hair, Oops. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si En: Yo ENDY! HAHAHAHA ogay ogay, HERES A PARA YUST4U! HAHAHA Well, my hair is/was so thick, I don't think it really made a difference to my head size! HAHA But my ponytail looks a little strange to me now, but no one else seems to think so, so GOOOD! HAHAHA, But actually my head is already very BIG whaaat! And zomg is zomg just because I like the way ZOOO MY GOD, sounds as compared to OOHHH MY GOD. HAHAHAHAHA THEREEEEE YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION:  HELLOOO ION! I'M BAAA-AACK, but today we trained so FAAAR AWAY! Barely got to talk to you, I wanted to tell you something lorrrr :D HAHAHA kai the serial eavesdropper! And you stillll talk to CHUCKIE?! you WEIRD KID! Hmm maybe I should get an imaginary friend too... actually no theyre SCAAAAARRRRRY, I prefer my real friends! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKITA SANAL!: AHAHAHA, Don't worrrry LADAYE! I'm not getting a nose ring.. FOR NOW! Why??? don't you think I'd look nice with one? HAHAHA My cousins think nose rings are too... ermmm INDIAN. AHAHAHAHA HOW STRAAANGE IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty NIGHT LOVELIESSSSS,  love y'all much much! And like JOTOE SAID TODAY, LIFE IS........  GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you've got the power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16114562-754309691843264869?l=getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/feeds/754309691843264869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16114562&amp;postID=754309691843264869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/754309691843264869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16114562/posts/default/754309691843264869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getback-getright-getbusy.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dilonj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10164277749050906497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
