<?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-2442480060310517575</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:04:13.114-08:00</updated><category term='start your day with epicfail stupidity teachers student PMR SPM laziness'/><category term='That darn goat 4 Impian Amanah students life school stuff boring exciting'/><category term='prefect lihui somebodywashere.blogspot.com smkkm wakakaka kekeekkekeke hehelolol'/><title type='text'>Life is full of excitement, excitement of the boredom.</title><subtitle type='html'>Read this or someone with knife will kill you tonight at 12am... lol wut wut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442480060310517575.post-8101100710207731601</id><published>2010-03-08T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:26:40.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No topic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nobody even comment on my blog, I'm freaking sad because I didn't have guest here.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlG1_c3UDD8/Sj19h1AiusI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZUS2lIjnTQc/s1600/61328857SadCat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlG1_c3UDD8/Sj19h1AiusI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZUS2lIjnTQc/s320/61328857SadCat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, nevermind. I'll still be writing my junks here. I'm talking to myself, nobody replied. My heart shattered by you people who read but didn't comment T.T. I hunger for one, and it sound stupid. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone have a good day, back to normal, scheduled life. A torture. Byebye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-8101100710207731601?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8101100710207731601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/8101100710207731601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/8101100710207731601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-topic.html' title='No topic.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tlG1_c3UDD8/Sj19h1AiusI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZUS2lIjnTQc/s72-c/61328857SadCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442480060310517575.post-6689023094672268948</id><published>2010-03-04T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:05:38.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored. Help?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-6689023094672268948?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6689023094672268948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/6689023094672268948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/6689023094672268948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-5830116323055262983</id><published>2010-02-20T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:03:45.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pffft.</title><content type='html'>Haven't update since orientasi, nothing happens in my boring life as I don't do anything stupid. The only thing I realize that changed since that "orientasi" is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm getting &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I act more &lt;strike&gt;nerdistic&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; like a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I become fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But that's okay, it's part of my busy life as I don't even get enough sleep, everyday. You folks must be thinking, "whoa HE STUDIED ALL DAY SO HE DON"T GET ENOUGH SLEEP". Fuck, NO. I spend time playing computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, playing computer means more facebook activity, I don't know why but facebook seems interesting. With all those arrogant comments and those pathetic pictures that shows "I love you" , "I need you because I love you" , "PLEASE LEAVE MY LIFE ALONE!". Pathetic post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT what I hate the &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MOST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is a pathetic people who speaks like no one else. I remembered the comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Okay, I'll try this midnight and see if there's any ghost come for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCK, DON'T YOU KNOW THE WORD HUMOR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I joke for people's sake. Now I'm writing something pathetic, which is scolding people on the net. Yes, I do get those in my facebook. What I hate the most is this one girl, who blogs about her relationship. Yes jackass, its the "I love you" stuff. I know it's okay to post that stuff. But share for yourself, no people pleased to get their wall contaminated with your ethusiastic love. Well it's okay it your grammar is alright, but what if it's something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"I love you is because me need you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something I make up. I don't remember fool talks. Lastly, the new facebook sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-5830116323055262983?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5830116323055262983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/pffft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/5830116323055262983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/5830116323055262983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/pffft.html' title='Pffft.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-4637148264371656706</id><published>2010-01-24T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:53:57.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to cheer you broken hearted out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doheth.co.uk/funny/gallery/exam-answers/Expand_Equation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" mt="true" src="http://www.doheth.co.uk/funny/gallery/exam-answers/Expand_Equation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I FIND THIS REALLY FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-4637148264371656706?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4637148264371656706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-cheer-you-broken-hearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/4637148264371656706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/4637148264371656706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-cheer-you-broken-hearted.html' title='Something to cheer you broken hearted out there.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-3166858396364104971</id><published>2010-01-24T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:38:28.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I Collapsed. my first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-3166858396364104971?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3166858396364104971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/hummm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/3166858396364104971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/3166858396364104971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/hummm.html' title='Hummm...'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-1938553930201389823</id><published>2010-01-23T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:03:51.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefect lihui somebodywashere.blogspot.com smkkm wakakaka kekeekkekeke hehelolol'/><title type='text'>Being prefect sucks.</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone hated prefect in their younger years due to the fact that prefect often being betchy. I am one of the group, too. Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost in a rock, paper, scissor games and end up being a prefect. Somehow, this is my first year and I become AJK. My first year DAMN IT! Why don't let those old prefect be that one. &lt;br /&gt;It's no use complaining, now that I become one I must feel like one. In order to do that, I must obey the following rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Botak, Attitude, Dangerous, Bitchy, Organised, Inpropriate. The B.A.D.B.O.I. rule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How am I suppose to do that? Botak is no problem, botak is actually kinda fun you know. But sometimes, friends review are the one that makes problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh DANIEL! BOTAK!"&lt;br /&gt;"OI BOTAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2nd, Attitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get insulted at their attitude, the bad attitude of course. I can't follow 2nd one because I got to admit that I'm too naughty to follow (Ahem..) This isn't my type at all, I can't manipulate my attitude because I do what I want. So you might be thinking what will I do? Simple, by following the next rule. YES! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANGEROUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fear 1 thing, a very dangerous prefect that couldn't careless about himself/herself safety. A prefect that do whatever it takes to rule the school. But everytime I try to be serious people just don't take me seriously. I guess it's time for the rule number 4, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BETCHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this, being betchy and got the teacher cover it up for you. Being betchy to kill the school terrorist. LOL HAHAHAHAHAHHA. This what make me love being a prefect. Well, let's see about that in 1st semester. Shall we proceed to the next rule? Ohyes, Organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organised eh? I can't say much about this because I'm not an organised person. You'll see me studying but the next minutes I'm reading comics, &lt;strike&gt;pornographic &lt;/strike&gt;SCIENCE Biology, Chemistry and Physic. Ok, that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inapropriate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seniors out there, you might experienced this before. A junior just came up to you and scold you like em... "FUCK" ? I've been there, I wanna mention HER name but oh well, my instict doesn't allow me to. It's time to be inappropriate, see's someone break the rule and scold "**** MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE *******! GO DOWNSTAIRS NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO F******* STAY HERE YOU KNOW! ****!".. I feel good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1 thing foe sure, being prefect sucks. Although I got to admit that it have so many advantages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-1938553930201389823?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1938553930201389823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-prefect-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/1938553930201389823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/1938553930201389823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-prefect-sucks.html' title='Being prefect sucks.'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-2997782418882388875</id><published>2010-01-21T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:23:43.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start your day with epicfail stupidity teachers student PMR SPM laziness'/><title type='text'>Start your day with?</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I start my day with a smile and end up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHINING!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I got back from school, I must be very sleepy or tired. Sitting in class listening to speeches over 6 hour straight. How I wish school never exist, nor the university. This is not education, this is torture. Torturing teen to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to excel in both academic and cocuriculum anyway? Doing cocuriculum is fun, but in the end of the day where we have to study, we're to tired to function. Coffee? No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're saying that I got no point and excel in both are good ( or you add something like my grammar are stupid. ) ...Congratulation, Nerd. I hate doing homeworks beyond my knowledge. I want to be children forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a dog, a very CUTE one. Where girls will all cuddle you and think you're cute when you pee off the flower. When you're a guy? No, they act like you're not there when you're making an extremely funny joke(NOT). Doing absolutely nothing but just chilling outside the house, bark whoever looks like a betch. Or chase when you want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  whats up with the teachers anyway? Giving away so many assignment and homework. Ask you to read this and that. WHY? then force you to go cocuriculum activites when you're busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you start your day with? Smile? anger? or ...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442480060310517575-2997782418882388875?l=somebodywashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2997782418882388875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-your-day-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/2997782418882388875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442480060310517575/posts/default/2997782418882388875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodywashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-your-day-with.html' title='Start your day with?'/><author><name>Somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14188862937487353875</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-2442480060310517575.post-4788645330159661695</id><published>2010-01-20T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:15:32.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That darn goat 4 Impian Amanah students life school stuff boring exciting'/><title type='text'>That darn goat.</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I spent time in school doing absolutely nothing. Watching teachers teaching seems like the only one enjoying learning is the teacher, not the students. Well, that include my teacher that looked like a goat. Seriously, with no horn. Entering his class is like entering hell. How I wish there was something like in Bleach, Death god come out and slay that darn goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teach like no one else. He'll humiliate you like there's no tomorrow. It was last week where he first enter my class. He have no clue what to say although he's been teaching for 10 years straight. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagus ye.. bagus... ketua kelas siapa? penolong siapa?.. bagus.. bagus.."&lt;br /&gt;And then the next minute,&lt;br /&gt;"Penolong siapa?",&lt;br /&gt;then asking the damn question again, "Ketua kelas siapa?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the beginning, He gave us notes. Not just simple notes. It's what the book aim to do, like what is the objective of the book, such and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, WHY DO WE NEED TO MEMORIZE THE OBJECTIVE? It's not even important. Other class have been starting to learn what is Kata Nama Am and others. We're the only class, The "Kelas Impian" learning the BOOK'S OBJECTIVE, THE SUKATAN PELAJARAN, THE MATLAMAT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa itu kritis?"&lt;br /&gt;He was pointing toward me and I know that this ain't be good.&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tahu maksud kritis, tapi x tahu nk terangkan cikgu."&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked everyone in the class, nobody admit that they know the words, eventhough they really DO know that "kritis". So, I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;guess what happen next? He gave me a devil smile, "Smua tak tahu cume die saje yang tahu, tapi x tau bagaimane nak terangkan". Humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? 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