<?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-6080225987459363241</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:22.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080225987459363241.post-4930133599754033055</id><published>2009-02-22T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:34:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally I am back to blogging after so long that my blog is dead. Actually I am in the mood in blogging today. Today nothing much to blog about. But the other day I went to my friend's house. On the way back, I saw an old uncle lying on the grass with his head bleeding. Fortunately, there were some people helping him out including me. Although I don't do much, but at least I help him. I'm so proud of myself. This is one of the rarest moment in myself that I actually feel good of myself. I actually make a difference in some one elses life. My life is not all empty,sad and emotional after all.&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/6080225987459363241-4930133599754033055?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/4930133599754033055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=4930133599754033055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4930133599754033055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4930133599754033055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-i-am-back-to-blogging-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-5613212574812096971</id><published>2008-07-30T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:33:01.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is as usual today. But only, my heart seems to differ. Love now, seems to be the only thing that can occupy the emptiness in me. The emptiness that had struck me causes fear within. The fear to be lonely, empty and losing my love ones. I am as good as a beast or a puppet. Just like a beast, that people tend to fear me, living me in despair. Or just like a puppet, that people tend to take me for granted, making me feel empty. Either way, I am nothing. Part of me had died in griefness&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/6080225987459363241-5613212574812096971?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/5613212574812096971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=5613212574812096971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/5613212574812096971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/5613212574812096971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-is-as-usual-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-6363803878765579223</id><published>2008-07-22T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:33:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, it may seems beautiful, but, there is always a risk in hurting yourself. Love is painful, yet it is wonderful. There is this jocund side in love that makes it estactic. But there is another side in love. Corruption, hatred, jealousy, pain, suffering. But yet, why is love is still being chased by others? Why? Don't they learn their lesson? Love is actually corruption, hatred, jealousy, pain, suffering in sheep clothing. Just a trap to dwell us in the realm of painess&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/6080225987459363241-6363803878765579223?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/6363803878765579223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=6363803878765579223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/6363803878765579223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/6363803878765579223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-it-may-seems-beautiful-but-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-4034571096492989018</id><published>2008-05-22T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:33:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; was sick since yesterday. So I am unable to post. I had a high fever last night and my Mother forced me to bath in ice water to cool myself down. Now, I am feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Hearts project, we can choose our own group. My group members;Dahliah[Group Leader],&lt;br /&gt;Firdhaus[Assistant Leader], Najmudeen[Treasurer],James[Recorder].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this June holidays, I would be very busy.&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/6080225987459363241-4034571096492989018?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/4034571096492989018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=4034571096492989018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4034571096492989018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4034571096492989018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-sick-since-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-8986387314056425495</id><published>2008-05-16T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:34:34.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I was 'inspected' by Mr. Rahim. He asked me whether I got enough sleep. Of course I would say yes. The truth is, I slept at 3 in the morning yesterday listening to songs.&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/6080225987459363241-8986387314056425495?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/8986387314056425495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=8986387314056425495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/8986387314056425495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/8986387314056425495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-was-inspected-by-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-3441831408164943850</id><published>2008-05-15T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:35:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, exams over. I had just receive my Science result. Not very good, but at least I pass. I still cannot beat Dahliah and Najmudden for Science.The truth is, I never study for MYE. For Design and Technology however, I failed. This time tremendously. But it is okay. I would not be taking Design and Technology next year anyway. I am nervous waiting for my other exam results. I hope I pass.&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/6080225987459363241-3441831408164943850?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/3441831408164943850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=3441831408164943850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/3441831408164943850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/3441831408164943850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-2594937348097588451</id><published>2008-04-30T15:06:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:35:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, as usual, got the boring Design and Technology. Well, this time is quite interesting as most of the time, the class is distracted by a bee. Everyone including me, is threaten by the bee. Then, Mr. Leow told us a piece of advice,'' In life, there are many distractions, but it is up to you to get distracted''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fight with Najmudeen and Hui Juan. But it is a mild one. I had a rubber fight. But, eventually, Choon Hui is out numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just print out a header for the Geography project last minute. Dahliah provide the colour paper and the board. But, she has to go off early as she got a Maths remedial and a Sec1 student manage to help me with some work.&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/6080225987459363241-2594937348097588451?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/2594937348097588451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=2594937348097588451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/2594937348097588451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/2594937348097588451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-as-usual-got-boring-design-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-6547101256551502901</id><published>2008-04-29T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:35:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today,I had done the morning duty for the second time. Quite interesting as I really like this duty. I cannot wait for the next morning duty. But, this Thursday, is Labour day. So,I will miss out 1 time duty. How I wish I could make up. But, I know it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For recess duty,I am suppose to partner up with Mogan, but Dilip told me to exchange duty with him. So, I am suppose to do recess duty on Thusday. But is it even possible? What if I am caught with poor conduct? Anyway, this is rude of Dilip to do this. He says Mogan wants to partner up with him. But obviously, Dilip is lying, after Mogan's reaction when Dilip says Mogan wants to change partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-6547101256551502901?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/6547101256551502901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=6547101256551502901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/6547101256551502901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/6547101256551502901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/todayi-had-done-morning-duty-for-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-5726022444739007835</id><published>2008-04-28T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:36:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Of Morning Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today in the morning, I just had my very first morning duty. Simple, I just had to lock the side gate 3. At first, I was clueless as what I am suppose to do. But eventually, Vicknesswari told me almost all about the gate duty. She accompanied me to the general office to ask for the key. But was given the councillor room key. So she asked for the proper key but was decline by the Auntie. She claimes that you can only take the key after the first bell had rang. So I returned after the first bell had go off. But this time without Vicknesswari along by my side. The Auntie gave me the key hesitently and askede me to return me after use. After I retuned it, I heaved a sigh of relieve as it turns out better than I had expected. I was nervous at first, but now, I am really looking forward to the next morning duty. I hope that I had done the duty right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-5726022444739007835?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/5726022444739007835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=5726022444739007835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/5726022444739007835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/5726022444739007835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-day-of-morning-duty.html' title='1st Day Of Morning Duty'/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-8313900129543268084</id><published>2008-04-25T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:36:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I wrote a reflection on the Hearts Project. Well, actually, I am suppose to write about 250 words reflection. But, I think I only wrote 150 words. Or even lesser. But Umira says its okay. How kind of her. I wish teachers would be as kind as Umira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During SEL just now, MR. Rahim talk about stress and how to deal with them. I think his talk is interesting, but he do not elaborate much on it. Actually, as I am writing this, I had experience stress before. I had tried many ways to deal with it, but none of them works for me. Sometimes, I feel life is very difficult to managed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-8313900129543268084?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/8313900129543268084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=8313900129543268084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/8313900129543268084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/8313900129543268084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-wrote-reflection-on-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-7300904334632489762</id><published>2008-04-24T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:48:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the morning, I got a Concillor meeting. For next week, I have both morning duty and recess duty. For morning duty, I just have to lock the side gate. But for the recess duty, I need to remind them to clear the plates after use. How, terrible. What if they object to it and scolded me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, got maths supplementary during self-study. Quite easy, because I already completed half of the work at home. Lesser burden. For my class, Nicholas and I are the only one attended the supplementary. The others claimed to have English test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-7300904334632489762?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/7300904334632489762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=7300904334632489762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/7300904334632489762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/7300904334632489762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-morning-i-got-concillor-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-475294611399845620</id><published>2008-04-15T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:28:52.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the school library after school. Return a book and borrow a book. ''Shiloh''. I met Farhan. Spent some time with my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never see Fatin today before school. I wonder how she is. She looks terrified day after day. Is there something wrong? I would like to know, but too shy to ask. As a friend, I should be curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, it is choatic as ever. When will the boys ever grow up? Dahliah shouting trying to keep the class quiet. But no one even appreaciate what she is trying to do. Sometimes, even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, got Design and Technology. I cannot wait. Not as if, the class is interesting, but the class is so scary. I can agree that Design and Technology is not one of my best subject, but I tried to pay my  fullest attention. Same goes to Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, lots of homework piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one quotation on how to be good public speaker.'' Do not think of what others might think of you, instead, think of what you might think of others''. I hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-475294611399845620?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/475294611399845620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=475294611399845620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/475294611399845620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/475294611399845620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-went-to-school-library-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-7179407553478976587</id><published>2008-04-09T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:09:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so boring.....as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now for Design and Techonology, I almost got scolding for not doing my project. But as usual, I managed to escape. Lucky me.  Next time, I may not be as that lucky. I really learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Art however, I forgot to bring my art materials[I keep forgetting things]. But again, I am not caught. I guess, I am very lucky today. Hope this luck continues on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school, I chat to Fatin. Well, she is a good listener. I enjoy talking to her although she is a bit scary. Actually, I got nothing to talk about. But, she start the conversation and I keep the ball moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-7179407553478976587?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/7179407553478976587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=7179407553478976587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/7179407553478976587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/7179407553478976587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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-6080225987459363241.post-4513644845759823156</id><published>2008-04-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:15:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I had to make a decision. Between life and death. But not really life and death. I had to choose whether to join  the 'Scrabble Competition' or not. Well, if I join, I can represent my house 'Jupiter'. But if I join, I will definetely lose as I know nothing about scrabble. Absolutely nothing. But in the end, I choose not to join. I really hope I make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As normal, I borrow a book from the school library. 'The thief'. And I return 2 books on Genetics and Universe. The amazing Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so boring.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080225987459363241-4513644845759823156?l=sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/4513644845759823156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080225987459363241&amp;postID=4513644845759823156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4513644845759823156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080225987459363241/posts/default/4513644845759823156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensitive-soul-firdhaus.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-had-to-make-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdhaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02827121108823951972</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>
