<?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-500200004079572988</id><updated>2012-01-28T21:31:43.932+08:00</updated><category term='criminal'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='U-know'/><category term='2009'/><category term='funny'/><category term='tired'/><category term='band practice'/><category term='meaningless'/><category term='marvin'/><category term='hug'/><category term='Changmin'/><category term='hell'/><category term='cute'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='religious'/><category term='home'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='first post'/><category term='tuition'/><category term='family'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='video'/><category term='I was tagged'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='2008'/><category term='sedih'/><category term='visiting'/><category term='lame'/><category term='Remake'/><category term='Bosco Wong'/><category term='apek'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='brother'/><category term='kampung'/><category term='alone'/><category term='school'/><category term='Wrong Number'/><category term='band life'/><category term='Yunho'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='reopening'/><category term='GERAMNYE'/><category term='food and funfair 2009'/><category term='Back Dormitory Boys'/><category term='music videos'/><category term='fun'/><category term='two chinese boys'/><category term='siberia'/><category term='cat'/><category term='love'/><category term='tong hua acapella'/><category term='santa'/><category term='MV'/><category term='animals'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Prince William'/><category term='Asian Backstreet Boys'/><category term='SNSD'/><category term='kukrusann'/><category term='chimney'/><category term='kissing'/><category term='koperasi'/><category term='Sarah Connor'/><category term='Lee Jun Ki'/><category term='Shin Se Kyung'/><category term='satan?'/><category term='Chinese Backstreet Boys'/><category term='Jonghyun'/><category term='witness'/><category term='Plagiarism'/><category term='Rejoice rejoice'/><category term='Under My Skin'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='end of the world?'/><category term='Dormitory Boys'/><category term='FOOD'/><category term='new year'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='lawak'/><category term='Spell'/><category term='SEED'/><category term='remind me'/><category term='friends'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='sounds of hell from earth digging in siberia'/><category term='Lee Dong Hae'/><category term='yeah do that'/><category term='new beginning'/><category term='single'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='save the drama fo&apos; yo&apos; momma'/><category term='life'/><category term='Yoochun'/><category term='clone'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='Mirotic'/><category term='retreat'/><category term='life sucks'/><category term='weird'/><category term='scandal'/><category term='DBSK'/><category term='tell others'/><category term='Tasik Biru'/><title type='text'>never let it fade away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>602</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7362831287569600083</id><published>2012-01-28T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:31:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove a manual car for the first time today. it was... &amp;nbsp;interesting. I was so bad at it at first. I released the clutch too early and the car went funny, I braked too much and the car went to an immediate stop, turned the wheel too fast and nearly hit the divider. it got better after that lah so yeh I'm quite happy with myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mass, we went over to the hills coz my brother wanted to get a massage so we went along and hahahha I got a massage too. Rm1 for 3 mins. It was definitely worth it. It felt so darn good but I didn't really get much from it lah cuz I'm ticklish so I spent most of the time squirming. If you've been to the hills, you'd know a really cute restaurant (or cafe, idek, I just looked at it from a far) i think called full house. I didn't have the guts to walk past it because it was packed with really pretty and good looking customers with nice hair and nice clothes and amazing looks and body figure and I was just standing there like a makcik. So intimidating k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to even play skyrim tonight. I might just go to sleep right away after updating the blog. Oh, my brother got me to play skyrim and shit it's just so addicting. i can't stop playing it. &lt;strike&gt;hhaha kk good night, non existent readers. I don't even know why I update my blog. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(update: there are actually people I know who read my blog! hallo people from school!)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know lylylylylydia reads my blog ahaha (HAI LYDIA) so at least someone reads my updates hahahaha bey lyly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7362831287569600083?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7362831287569600083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7362831287569600083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7362831287569600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7362831287569600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7183488157371571226</id><published>2012-01-24T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:47:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying people, gotta love em</title><content type='html'>Some people on facebook seriously annoy the hell out of me. Their status updates and what shit, &amp;nbsp;i wanna unfriend them all but I just can't. They're my friends in real life so sdlkflksdjfds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, my darlings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) "now playing..... (random song) by (random artist) &amp;lt;3"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once or twice, I wouldn't really mind but telling the whole darn world about your darn playlist the entire time is just plain idiotic. MY ENTIRE NEWS FEED IS FULL OF YOUR UPDATES ALONE OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Like this status if (blablablabla)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's about something clever and inspiring and motivational, then ok whatever, i might even like it. but "like this status if you haven't brushed your teeth"&amp;nbsp;omg watch out we got a badass over here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) mlm tOwk ku c m0wk td0w bh@.....huehuehue~ i missz mye huBBye muahwkzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously gtfo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are we even friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7183488157371571226?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7183488157371571226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7183488157371571226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7183488157371571226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7183488157371571226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoying-people-gotta-love-em.html' title='annoying people, gotta love em'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1720187466918728491</id><published>2012-01-20T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:25:40.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah</title><content type='html'>"What's bully?"&lt;br /&gt;"....they take your pencil and they take your paper and they take your eraser and they take all your things at home...."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a bully or a robber?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'VE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD SINCE LAST YEAR HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sat for the table test/law test/&lt;a href="http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sa-pande.html"&gt;this test&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;this morning and guess what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRIGGIN 42 HAHA. I passed tho so it's all good. SO the last time I did it, I didn't study at all and got a 42. Today, I went for the real test, studied damn hard (ok I lied. I just did the mock test in the cd) and still got a 42. I will never ever study again in my life. Workshop tomorrow for idk how many hours urghh I wanna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1720187466918728491?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720187466918728491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1720187466918728491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1720187466918728491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1720187466918728491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/hah.html' title='hah'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1036153590482263833</id><published>2012-01-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:58:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've seen this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUMPmT15Tg/TxZeEruJu-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/-91YQaveOYA/s1600/wiki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUMPmT15Tg/TxZeEruJu-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/-91YQaveOYA/s320/wiki.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know what legislation is until I googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Imagine a world without free knowledge"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Point proven by googling the meaning of legislation. I don't know what's going on but I remember thinking "The hell is going on?" when I came across that page. I can't imagine college life in the future without wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1036153590482263833?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1036153590482263833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1036153590482263833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1036153590482263833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1036153590482263833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-if-youve-seen-this-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPUMPmT15Tg/TxZeEruJu-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/-91YQaveOYA/s72-c/wiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7307262738281743356</id><published>2012-01-16T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:40:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jogging like a boss</title><content type='html'>"JOM KITA JOGGING,"&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;"JOM KITA DUDUK,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a jog with Shay and Tat. Well we weren't exactly jogging. Just some brisk walking. We only jogged when we wanted to catch up with a cute dude up front. HAHAHAH. I was supposed to wake up at 6.15 this morning but I overslept and woke up at 6.40 am. I wasn't really worried cuz last night tat told me that she'd be waiting for me at church around 7+ so I took my time brushing my teeth. Then she told me she was already there at 6.45 and I mandi kambing and all that and rushed to church and we brisked walked to the park where sharon was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;So it was pretty much a failure hahahaha. It was like 45 minutes of brisk walking, 10 minutes of jogging and 30 minutes of just chilling at the bench. Lawak. But it's the effort that counts kan, so meh. Then we went back to Sharon's car and we were like "OMG I feel so healthy today,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: when dad got home, he asked " eh where did you go just now? jogging?" and started laughing with tears in his eyes. Okay dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7307262738281743356?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7307262738281743356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7307262738281743356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7307262738281743356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7307262738281743356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/jogging-like-boss.html' title='jogging like a boss'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4575641764399050015</id><published>2012-01-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:03:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy issue pt2</title><content type='html'>OMG U GUISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you better keep checking this post because when I'm done, you'll be shitting your pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read part one &lt;a href="http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/hairy-issue.html"&gt;(here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;update &amp;nbsp;12.40 pm 12/1/2012 :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh shit i hate how freaking straight it is. One look at it and you'll know it's fake even tho you've never seen my hair before rebonding. I'll post up a picture if I feel like it. I'm just so disappointed atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;update 5.02 pm 12/1/2012:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have finally calmed down after 4 hours of freaking out in my room. I officially look like shit. I have used the word shit many times in this post alone mainly because my life is shit. Shit shitity shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a before picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPxYD7jgPVs/Tw6ixCM8P2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/sU8ikJHRhGs/s1600/IMG_1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPxYD7jgPVs/Tw6ixCM8P2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/sU8ikJHRhGs/s200/IMG_1182.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fj0P3RHqu8/Tw6i_NTEMSI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LFlzEhQGwDQ/s1600/Picture0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fj0P3RHqu8/Tw6i_NTEMSI/AAAAAAAAA-8/LFlzEhQGwDQ/s200/Picture0001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what I call rambut papan. Can you see how papan it is? Super straight super poker straight hair. First picture shows &amp;nbsp;me smiling because last night I was fkng excited ok. Second picture shows me sulking because of reasons you already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La said that it will not be as straight after a few days and after washing my hair so I hope she's right because I extremely hate really straight hair, especially if it's my hair urgh. I'll be taking pictures of my hair every single day until I'm allowed to shampoo my hair which is 3 days after. Shit. One thing's for sure, I will not leave the house until I'm satisfied with my hair, which also means forever. I will never ever leave the house. Period.&lt;br /&gt;More updates later. This is going to be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;update 6:48 pm 12/1/2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine maybe I was over reacting. I actually think that it's not that bad. Yeah, it's not that bad really. I'll give it a few days. I mean, the last time I did my hair was when I was in Primary 4 and that was eons ago. I've had curly hair for like 7 years since the last time I had it straightened. I probably should try to get used to my new hair, and THEN comment about it. Yeh, I think I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;update 9:31 pm 14/1/2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I LOVE MY HAIR. AHAHAAHH. So I went over to the spring with la, shay and pends for some stuff and I dropped by a hair salon over there. Can't remember the name tho, so complicated and I can't even pronounce it. Went to get a haircut and wash and it costed my entire life. LOL JK it was rm 75 k shit, I nearly fainted when I heard the price cuz the salon I normally go to only costs like rm12 for a cut and probably about rm 20+ with a wash. But nvm, rm 75 for a professional cut, sik apa, sabar jak lah. And my hair looks great! Well, better lah than the one before. It's not super damn straight anymore and I got layers in my hair now so yeh, much better.&lt;br /&gt;The hair stylist gave a lot of comments tho about my hair: "Your hair so oily la," blabla ABUDEN. I HAVEN'T WASHED MY HAIR SINCE THURSDAY COZ I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO WASH IT FOR 3 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really hate spending my money for something other than food so I still feel really bad for the RM 75 urgh but I really loved the fast service, the hair stylist actually listened to what I wanted, friendly receptionist and the hot wash assistants around eheh :D so I guess it was worth it? Ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4575641764399050015?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4575641764399050015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4575641764399050015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4575641764399050015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4575641764399050015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/hairy-issue-pt2.html' title='hairy issue pt2'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPxYD7jgPVs/Tw6ixCM8P2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/sU8ikJHRhGs/s72-c/IMG_1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7321962461012310633</id><published>2012-01-08T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:40:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, wear your best no matter where you go, even to places where you might think "Oh I probably sik akan meet anyone I know, cuz LOL WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?" BECOZ you &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; meet someone you know. Urgh I was so glad I wore something decent and presentable today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7321962461012310633?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7321962461012310633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7321962461012310633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7321962461012310633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7321962461012310633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously-wear-your-best-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2319263969251937212</id><published>2012-01-07T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:42:19.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa pande</title><content type='html'>Parents signed me up for a 5 hour theory driving course (which is a compulsory thing to attend before you're allowed to touch a steering wheel) this morning and the institute gave a CD which contains a few stuff related to the driving experience and there's this "mock" test for the theory exam. Rasa pande so I did it before even studying and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehz-c-nrE0g/Twfn4ORmCHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4PST5WeqRVA/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehz-c-nrE0g/Twfn4ORmCHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4PST5WeqRVA/s320/lol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cun cun pass hahahahahahahhaa. sa best hahahhaha I hope I really pass in the real exam la coz I desperately wanna learn how to drive. This feels like SPM all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lazy to go tomorrow coz wanna stay in the house all day and play sims 3 but Sharon's going too so it's all good, at least ada kawan lah kan ahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2319263969251937212?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2319263969251937212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2319263969251937212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2319263969251937212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2319263969251937212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/sa-pande.html' title='Sa pande'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehz-c-nrE0g/Twfn4ORmCHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4PST5WeqRVA/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1435613899598619249</id><published>2012-01-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:42:05.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excuse me sir, when I'm sweeping the floor and collecting dust and food crumbs at the side, you're not supposed to step on it like it's a freaking sandcastle. (and you're not even supposed to step on sandcastles fuuuuuu) It doesn't matter where, but when I am armed with a broom and a dustpan, I'm automatically in charge of the floor so when I tell you to move, it is advisable to follow my instructions because I don't volunteer to sweep everyday k. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1435613899598619249?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1435613899598619249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1435613899598619249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1435613899598619249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1435613899598619249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/excuse-me-sir-when-im-sweeping-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1352748277748241322</id><published>2012-01-05T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:15:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reasons why I am glad to be out of school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen system/operator recently changed so:&lt;br /&gt;1) No more delicious (HUGE PORTIONS OF) ayam goreng, badal, fishball panas, nugget panas, laksa kurang rasa, nasi goreng telur, seaweed keropok and other delicious food which&amp;nbsp;contributed a lot to my fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) No more funny (though sometimes can be really mean) makcik/kakak canteen with their awkward jokes and occasionally giving me free kuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T MATTER, I STILL MISS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stalk makcik/kakak canteen for fried chicken, badal and fishballs.&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/500200004079572988-1352748277748241322?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1352748277748241322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1352748277748241322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1352748277748241322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1352748277748241322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7331552825593502267</id><published>2012-01-01T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:00:38.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: happy new year</title><content type='html'>stupid removed my contacts after we got back from supper and left them in the contact lens case and forgot to add in contact lens solution. bodoh now i'm left with a pair of dehydrated, really dry contact lens. gotta fork out rm50 to get a new box tomorrow cause mum is a scrooge when it involves contact lens. so is my dad. hahaha I still love them xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year though. &amp;lt;3&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/500200004079572988-7331552825593502267?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7331552825593502267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7331552825593502267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7331552825593502267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7331552825593502267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-happy-new-year.html' title='2012: happy new year'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1771997310440141664</id><published>2011-12-29T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:19:56.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy reading real life love stories.</title><content type='html'>MUST NOT CRY, DAMMIT MUST NOT CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing like a&amp;nbsp;prepubescence&amp;nbsp;girl who just got dumped after reading &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-story.html"&gt;Xiaxue's love story&lt;/a&gt;. Shit I've always thought that fairytales are stupid lies but clearly, Xiaxue had her own fairytale :' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh love is a very beautiful thing, but sadly, goes unappreciated by most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb, crying over my non existent love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1771997310440141664?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1771997310440141664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1771997310440141664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1771997310440141664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1771997310440141664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-enjoy-reading-real-life-love-stories.html' title='I enjoy reading real life love stories.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6917922759015402709</id><published>2011-12-27T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:37:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh wasted RM8. Went to Hopoh and bought a pc game yesterday, was so excited to get back home and when I got home to install the game, there was nothing in the freaking DVD. hnghhhhghnghghghh. Well I can still go back and exchange the dvd but meh, too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Googled the same game and found download links and in like a few hours, I got the game. I shouldn't have wasted my money in the first place arghh i never learn. I keep reminding myself that anything can be downloaded from the internet but I just never learn -.-&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/500200004079572988-6917922759015402709?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6917922759015402709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6917922759015402709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6917922759015402709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6917922759015402709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/urgh-wasted-rm8.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-350122802257557977</id><published>2011-12-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:15:24.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is free anymore -.-</title><content type='html'>surprise, surprise, Shoutmix is not free anymore. So I'm switching to Cbox. I don't even know why I insist on installing a chatbox when clearly, no one chats with me. :FOREVER ALONE: Recently, the forever alone meme applies a lot to me. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;That was me, btw. 123. Just trying out the cbox &lt;strike&gt;and my poor attempt to make it look less lonely.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad recently got a new oven and he was being really strict, said something like "You CANNOT use the oven until you study!" And I thought, "shit. haven't heard that word in a long time. WHAT DOES STUDY MEAN?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit confused because why should I study to use the oven? WHAT &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOULD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I STUDY?!?! So dad repeated, "STUDY THE MANUAL" lol cheh. So to entertain myself because no one in my family has a joyous spirit like myself, I now decide to make full use of the oven and learn how to bake. Taking baby steps by learning how to bake cupcakes. I'm starting my self established baking lessons next week cause I still don't have le ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's freaking out because school's reopening in a few weeks and I'm just sitting here like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBpzjyp24w/TvNHyW5vZiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QjGHweq8LPI/s1600/Picture+31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBpzjyp24w/TvNHyW5vZiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QjGHweq8LPI/s1600/Picture+31.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol bro what is school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really miss going shopping for school supplies though. Stationery shopping was my ultimate favourite back-to-school activity. I've always enjoyed picking pencil cases, school bags, bottles,.. good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My next shopping as a student would probably be in April or May, if I'm accepted into matriculation (Please Dear Lord, please make KML approve my application) but that would be a whole different level BECAUSE, I'll be shopping for pails, hangers, soap etc. Dorm life sounds so exciting but that's a story for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good night, love.&lt;/div&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/500200004079572988-350122802257557977?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/350122802257557977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=350122802257557977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/350122802257557977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/350122802257557977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-is-free-anymore.html' title='Nothing is free anymore -.-'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MBpzjyp24w/TvNHyW5vZiI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QjGHweq8LPI/s72-c/Picture+31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6170441280542962062</id><published>2011-12-21T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:11:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you know that feeling right after you woke up from a &amp;nbsp;really awesome dream involving a certain attractive male whom you've actually met in real life? You've never thought about him nor have you ever seen him somewhere since the last time you saw him a few weeks ago. You have stopped spazzing over him so his name doesn't really affect you that much. And when you dream about him, your mind just starts getting all f'ed up and you just don't know what to think or do anymore because WHAT YOU'VE DREAMT WAS FREAKING WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED ALL THIS DAMN WHILE.&lt;br /&gt;And after you've woken up from that dream, you get this really empty feeling inside you because for once, you actually felt good about yourself--IN A DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXi3EzXqtfg/TvFACNbvU5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gNmUcyVnhMg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXi3EzXqtfg/TvFACNbvU5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gNmUcyVnhMg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6170441280542962062?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6170441280542962062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6170441280542962062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6170441280542962062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6170441280542962062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXi3EzXqtfg/TvFACNbvU5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gNmUcyVnhMg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-882633230151250765</id><published>2011-12-12T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:35:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy issue</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for&amp;nbsp;January. And for the first time in my life, not excited for&amp;nbsp;Christmas. Why? Because we're not celebrating it. Mum's not coming home for&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;because she'd be really busy packing her stuff because she's coming home to kuching for GOOD. So not celebrating&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;this year is quite&amp;nbsp;tolerable. My brother will be home though so maybe we'll just go out for a simple meal with my dad on&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;eve or&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;night? But now that I've thought about it, this will be my last&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;with my family since I'd probably go for matriculation next year and&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;holiday would prolly be around 2 days or so, so there's not point in coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my original topic haha. CAN'T FREAKING WAIT FOR JANUARY. Mum promised to bring me to the salon to get my hair straightened. omgwtfbbq i've been waiting for this for SO LONG. Everyone's getting their hair dyed and I'm so jelly cuz mum disapproves of me dyeing my hair because it would make me look so bad ass and gangster that I might grow up being the leader of some illegal gang. (seriously mum, I can't even run to save my life.) so the least I could do is to permanently straighten my hair. (i'd probably buy some of those liese bubble hair dye and do a DIY hair dyeing to show who's in charge with my hair trololol jk kk chill) But i'm not exactly sure on the hairstyle I would want to get after straightening my hair. I've always wanted those straight cut bangs (not the REALLY STRAIGHT ones. those are just ridiculous) but according to several hair experts on google, round faces tidak ngam with bangs. But according to &lt;a href="http://theprettibrowneyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt;, a really pretty blogger who blogs about cosmetics, makeup, skin products and occasionally hair styles, it is okay to get bangs just as long as you follow a few rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that it might go horribly wrong. Like Kim and Khloe Kardashian, they look totally gorgeous without bangs, but when they got them, I kinda thought nay, instead of yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggested to get those online makeovers where you upload a picture of yourself and try out diff hairstyles. Might work. Gonna try that after I take a shower later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless photo of cat to make this post less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CB0E8lRDDw/TuVZz_JRXHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QMSWWR2to3w/s1600/IMG_0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CB0E8lRDDw/TuVZz_JRXHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QMSWWR2to3w/s320/IMG_0084.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-882633230151250765?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/882633230151250765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=882633230151250765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/882633230151250765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/882633230151250765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/hairy-issue.html' title='hairy issue'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CB0E8lRDDw/TuVZz_JRXHI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QMSWWR2to3w/s72-c/IMG_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1284996670968662358</id><published>2011-12-01T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:56:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo cheesecake: first attempt</title><content type='html'>Guess who's making an oreo cheesecake ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my first half to chill for about 15 minutes so it's just NEARRLLLYYY* done. I'll post up a picture of it tomorrow if it turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 2/12/2011:&lt;br /&gt;It turned out great! And it doesn't taste bad at all. (angkat bakul*) It could definitely be improved, maybe by adding a little bit more sugar the next time I make it eventhough mum disapproves about the sugar part and said that it tastes better with less sugar ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN1vyb9gg78/TtgTJwCT6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tbbzMoPI65Y/s1600/IMG_1136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN1vyb9gg78/TtgTJwCT6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tbbzMoPI65Y/s320/IMG_1136.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1u4rmo-pcKw/TtgTU5ptK4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/lZ3yPoFFAJI/s1600/IMG_1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1u4rmo-pcKw/TtgTU5ptK4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/lZ3yPoFFAJI/s320/IMG_1138.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the really ugly plate hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*angkat bakul= suka puji diri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1284996670968662358?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1284996670968662358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1284996670968662358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1284996670968662358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1284996670968662358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/oreo-cheesecake-first-attempt.html' title='oreo cheesecake: first attempt'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN1vyb9gg78/TtgTJwCT6LI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tbbzMoPI65Y/s72-c/IMG_1136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5488183554240441401</id><published>2011-11-28T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:54:19.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/276403_214587801941934_1747693795_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 273px;" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/276403_214587801941934_1747693795_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ok I am so over with my dream of marrying a korean singer/actor. I now dream of marrying a chef. shit, chefs are hot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching Masterchef Malaysia a few days ago (trust me. It's not bad at all. /Peminat setia since the first episode) and mum sat next to me. Zamir was on screen and I was hyperventilating because I'm a fan ahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kk so mum asked, "Eh! Who's this! So cute! What's his name?" &lt;i&gt;Eksen sik tauk tek tapi tauk sebenarnya. Siap dengan nama penuh, umur and negeri kelahiran sekali haha&lt;/i&gt;. I pretended not to know so I said, "Don't know! Why? Biasa jak." "He's cute lah. Macam baby,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just now I was watching 5 Rencah 5 Rasa with mum and this insanely hot chef went on screen and seriously, I could die.  Even mum agreed. Which is sort of like a miracle because we've never discussed about boys before. It was awkward though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 603px; " src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/46077_142660895770130_140388209330732_174215_4444370_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chef Sherson Lian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5488183554240441401?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5488183554240441401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5488183554240441401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5488183554240441401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5488183554240441401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahh-ok-i-am-so-over-with-my-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-5565348215960233801</id><published>2011-11-19T06:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T07:19:18.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes I wonder if I've put enough effort into spm. I've heard stories from both of my parents that their friends' children study till 12-2 am but I'd only flip through my books and when my brain tells me to stop, I'd sleep, immediately. No guilt, no nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want spm to end. Is it too much to ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ma is so funny. We ran out of buns to make burgers for breakfast so she used bread instead. Ma called it bur-wich. Burger-sandwich hahhaha so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5565348215960233801?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5565348215960233801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5565348215960233801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5565348215960233801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5565348215960233801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-wonder-if-ive-put-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-6684887827461051722</id><published>2011-11-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:41:26.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI MEREDITH. i know you're reading this :D haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6684887827461051722?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6684887827461051722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6684887827461051722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6684887827461051722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6684887827461051722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-meredith.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-1480656903355502801</id><published>2011-11-08T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:07:29.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brb crushing my dream of becoming a doctor and applying for a job at mcdonald's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1480656903355502801?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1480656903355502801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1480656903355502801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1480656903355502801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1480656903355502801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/brb-crushing-my-dream-of-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-636538650909470796</id><published>2011-11-07T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:49:58.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess my best wasn't good enough?</title><content type='html'>my future is bleak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-636538650909470796?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/636538650909470796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=636538650909470796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/636538650909470796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/636538650909470796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-guess-my-best-wasnt-good-enough.html' title='I guess my best wasn&apos;t good enough?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-6206261091497357464</id><published>2011-07-05T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:10:58.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday morning</title><content type='html'>ok so here's how my thursday morning is going to be like. I'll be sitting in the canteen, happily drinking a cup of hot milo (maybe two, depending on my rate of drinking) and eating kuih from the malay stall and the one next to it and i'll probably be laughing at the form 4s and 3s. yupp. I've been waiting for this day ever since the installation in 2010. Goodbye neck tie, name tag and blazer and skirt. I will definitely &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6206261091497357464?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6206261091497357464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6206261091497357464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6206261091497357464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6206261091497357464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-morning.html' title='thursday morning'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6917835939429828569</id><published>2011-05-22T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:57:44.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks</title><content type='html'>I know I said that I'm only excited for the singapore trip but honestly, right now I just want to go through the whole concert all over again. Don't want singapore anymore. Call me crazy but that's how I feel right now. I'm willing to go through all that again because I am aware of the fact that time is running out and we'd be retiring soon. I'm afraid of letting go and living life outside of band because band IS my life. I know I get tired and bored sometimes but band is where I belong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the curtains closed last night, that was when everything hit me. We've been through a lot, we struggled a lot, but all of our efforts were over in just 2 days. Obviously the memories stay but i'm sure you get what I mean. We've spent so much time together, practicing and rehearsing and practicing and practicing and practicing that there's this special bond between all of the members. The concert ended last night but I still couldn't overcome the sadness in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is a very depressing place right now because of all the concert pictures there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6917835939429828569?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6917835939429828569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6917835939429828569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6917835939429828569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6917835939429828569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7721672906850744840</id><published>2011-05-04T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:20:37.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:1</title><content type='html'>You can just ignore this whole post if you do not like to read a whole lot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had the weirdest afternoon nap ever. I don't think it's even a nap. More towards sleep -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna fast-forward it to the weird part. And grammar nazis, spare me please because I'm still half-asleep right now and I'm not gonna check for any mistakes. I'm just gonna hit publish post after I'm done typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started when I entered into a church. Well that's what I thought in the dream because all I see were benches and people were kneeling on the floor. Suddenly an earthquake happened in the church. So I ran out and saw cars being flipped over. I panicked and started to run. Suddenly a car approached me in a very very high speed. I was inches away from the car when some random girl pulled me back. Still shaken, buildings continued to collapse and random things started falling near me, avoiding me each time but was at a near distance from me. This continued for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and then prayed for my safety. When I opened my eyes, I was standing on a highway bridge. Don't ask me how I got there. I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few people around me. Strangers. I asked them this: ( I really don't want to write this because it's a sensitive issue but meh, I should just write cuz I might forget the rest of my dream if I don't type quickly,) Is this a test from God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of them said yes. I started to cry because I was worried of my family. Dad was probably still at work, Mom in Kapit, bro in KL. And then I saw an ambulance car in front of me. So I walked over. Suddenly Sharon and my brother appeared in front of me. I was surprised so I started shedding tears of joy haha. While I was still crying, the ambulance car started to topple and was going to crush me, but my brother suddenly had this incredible strength so he pushed the car away and I was saved. I don't know why but my brother, Sharon and I entered the ambulance car from the back along with some other strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Then we heard screams from outside. So we went out and saw another ambulance car at the edge of the bridge. A few people inside were screaming. Then the ambulance car fell down into the sea and I witnessed their death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma ok. Then I walked back alone and sat in the ambulance car then suddenly the car reversed and I too was at the edge of the bridge. And ya lah the car started to fall into the sea and again, my brother saved me by pulling the car back up with his long and strong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me still in the ambulance car, everyone started to enter the car, including my brother &amp;amp; Sharon. Then the whole bridge started to shake and a hole formed under the car so we started to fall into the sea. Then someone on the bridge also had 'long and strong hands' (harharhar) so he pulled the car up. But I guess he wasn't strong enough so we fell again. He pulled us up again but failed. So we started falling down, and the car was spinning 360 degrees continuously. We waited for a pretty long time for us to reach the sea. I think it was around five minutes? We were spinning around in the car, someone kicked me in the nose, I yelled "WHATT IS THIS," and Sharon even had time to say, "Are we gonna be falling like this for eternity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after she said that, we fell into the sea. Since I can't swim, I started to drown. Someone gave me an oxygen mask I think but it wasn't working while everyone else's was working perfectly. So yes, I drowned and right at that second when I was about to die, I woke up. Checked my phone, it was 5.15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the dream means. It's like everytime I was about to die, someone saved me and I had another chance to live. WHATTT??! APA? APA? Was someone trying to tell me that I should change and repent before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it's just probably my body telling myself that I shouldn't be sleeping at that time and to start studying for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS. Two experiments to be memorized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7721672906850744840?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7721672906850744840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7721672906850744840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7721672906850744840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7721672906850744840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/d1.html' title='D:1'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2659815400370081529</id><published>2011-05-02T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:58:43.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DBSK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changmin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoochun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG21fDGrVhY/Tb4x4CsIjZI/AAAAAAAAA94/0Nflm9WsvqY/s1600/e0062091_46da3ba1199bb+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG21fDGrVhY/Tb4x4CsIjZI/AAAAAAAAA94/0Nflm9WsvqY/s320/e0062091_46da3ba1199bb+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing for a while and I gotta say, I'm quite proud of this one &amp;lt;3 &amp;nbsp;My 4th photoshopped picture btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaY7eDVWqOI/Tb5GjHlucuI/AAAAAAAAA98/2etzdzSCqfg/s1600/yoochun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaY7eDVWqOI/Tb5GjHlucuI/AAAAAAAAA98/2etzdzSCqfg/s320/yoochun.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one too. 5th one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I know la you guys are like super pro in photoshop and you're probably laughing at me but bleh. I'm still learning. haha&lt;br /&gt;I think I overused the lens flare effect for the 5th one tho.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;don't care! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the exam to end. 1 week+ left. And then band practices, band concert and then SINGAPORE &amp;lt;3 going to singapore with my friends makes it a thousand times better. CAN'T WAIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2659815400370081529?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2659815400370081529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2659815400370081529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2659815400370081529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2659815400370081529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-practicing-for-while-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG21fDGrVhY/Tb4x4CsIjZI/AAAAAAAAA94/0Nflm9WsvqY/s72-c/e0062091_46da3ba1199bb+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-423706865789798334</id><published>2011-05-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:54:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>So instead of doing my revisions, I've decided to educate myself with photoshop skills! It was a very long process k.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, end results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETSigyTnxs0/Tb1XJ__nO7I/AAAAAAAAA90/-Lo0owV_Tag/s1600/normal_118503089966676800nc9+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETSigyTnxs0/Tb1XJ__nO7I/AAAAAAAAA90/-Lo0owV_Tag/s320/normal_118503089966676800nc9+copy.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I know I know, here we go again with the DBSK spam, but you know what? I don't care about your opinions &amp;gt;:D muahahha&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly something I can boast about, but it's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-423706865789798334?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/423706865789798334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=423706865789798334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/423706865789798334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/423706865789798334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETSigyTnxs0/Tb1XJ__nO7I/AAAAAAAAA90/-Lo0owV_Tag/s72-c/normal_118503089966676800nc9+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2346157127973776106</id><published>2011-04-25T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:36:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr joy</title><content type='html'>I just had a spasm of happiness. I don't even know what that means exactly but I don't care because I'm happy and I literally hugged my computer just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;I made a post on tumblr a few hours ago and after that I switched the computer off and went studying blabla. So a few minutes ago, I came back to the computer, went online and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/tmblr1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/tmblr1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still gotta scroll down to see more. 81 LIKES AND REBLOGS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sakai much. hahhaha i know la shhh. It's just that I've never had this many notes, not even in my personal tumblr. O yeah, you don't know the full story yet hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(if you're not interested in kpop, you can just skip this part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so last week, I had this DBSK marathon and was really upset about the lawsuit, HoMin and JYJ, I was sad and everything so I decided to make another tumblog, dedicated specially to DBSK. I made it last Friday. At first I had only one or two notes, including reblogs and likes. But I didn't expect this many notes for a Park Yoochun post!!! YAYAYAYAYYAYA SO HAPPY I CAN DIE IN HAPPINESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(okay you can come back now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And because of that one note alone, I gained 5 followers so it sums up to ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8 followers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAHHAHA I know la not that many but ok what. 8 followers in 3 days. For my personal tumblog, I only gained a follower after like 3 months -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and in case you're asking, the tumblr link on the right directs you to my personal tumblog. Not the DBSK one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If the post reaches 100 notes, I'm gonna download and watch Never Say Never. I'd be too happy to care that Bieber is in that movie. And I won't be as mad if I were to watch it in normal situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(UPDATE: 26/4)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;136 notes. +3 followers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/tumblr_li6tymM5rV1qa76vb.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k113/hamstergirl_regina/tumblr_li6tymM5rV1qa76vb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna download Never Say Never now. I ain't even mad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Daesung's birthday by the way. (26/4) And Syikin's too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2346157127973776106?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2346157127973776106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2346157127973776106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2346157127973776106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2346157127973776106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/tumblr-joy.html' title='Tumblr joy'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6473037078379019325</id><published>2011-04-10T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:48:39.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.44 pm</title><content type='html'>It wasn't a coincidence, how my brother called me on my phone at 9.44 pm when I was sleeping last night. It wasn't a coincidence how i smelt something burning right after the call. And definitely not a coincidence when I realized the fan had stopped moving and upon closer inspection, the burning smell came from the wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well and alive because I prayed before sleeping last night. I could have died and the house could have burned down but God was there, taking care of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6473037078379019325?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6473037078379019325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6473037078379019325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6473037078379019325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6473037078379019325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/944-pm.html' title='9.44 pm'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-820724201312201630</id><published>2011-03-31T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:56:03.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations and Disappointments</title><content type='html'>You'd normally think that you'd always get what you want during birthday celebrations. All I wanted was just some time with my family. All I wanted for my birthday for the past 4 years was to have my entire family at the dinner table, clapping along as I blow out the candles. 2 years ago, I celebrated only with Mama and Papa cuz bro was studying in KL. A year ago, I celebrated alone cuz Mama was staying &amp;amp; working in Kapit while Papa had to work at night and the usual stuff for Bro.&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I counted the days and I was positively sure that this year, my dad would be free tomorrow and we could go out and eat somewhere and dad can sing the birthday song while I blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. The higher ranking officers had just informed him a few hours ago that he has to go to another division tomorrow morning. On my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone again this year, I guess? Singing the birthday song, blowing the candles out and cutting the cake all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem childish for me to be crying over such a small matter but really, I just miss my family. I miss how we used to go out at night to celebrate each other's birthdays and go for seafood at Pending and then drive around Waterfront &amp;amp; Padungan to see the night lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-820724201312201630?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/820724201312201630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=820724201312201630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/820724201312201630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/820724201312201630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/expectations-and-disappointments.html' title='Expectations and Disappointments'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-80633506027894723</id><published>2011-03-28T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:10:39.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Test</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows (well people who bothered asking) that I want to be a doctor when I grow up. And if that is not possible (because of reasons I would rather not know), perhaps I'd be a dentist, like my b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(I secretly want to be a secret agent)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sharon and I did a &lt;a href="http://www.careertest.net/"&gt;career test&lt;/a&gt; and here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personality:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64% introvert&lt;br /&gt;64% intuitive&lt;br /&gt;82% feeler&lt;br /&gt;47% judger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Introverts&lt;/b&gt; rarely speak up at large meetings, preferring listening to talking. &lt;b&gt;Introverts&lt;/b&gt; need alone time, especially after spending a few hours with people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Extraverts are often rewarded in school, by participating in class discussions, and at work, because they are popular and outgoing. &lt;b&gt;Introverts&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, are often undervalued because they keep their best to themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Sensors prefer to use their five senses to gather information.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For &lt;b&gt;iNtuitives&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, everything is relative. They aren't late unless the meeting has started without them. &lt;b&gt;iNtuitives&lt;/b&gt; look at the grand scheme of things, trying to translate bits of information, through intuition, into possibilities, meanings, and relationships. Details and specifics irritate &lt;b&gt;iNtuitives&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Feelers&lt;/b&gt; avoid conflict; and will overextend themselves to accommodate the needs of others. &lt;b&gt;Feelers&lt;/b&gt; will always "put themselves in somebody else's shoes" and ask how people will be affected before making a decision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Judgers&lt;/b&gt; are structured, ordered, scheduled, and on-time. They are the list makers. &lt;b&gt;Judgers&lt;/b&gt; wake up every morning with a definite plan for the day, and become very upset when the plan becomes unraveled. Even free time is scheduled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Judgers&lt;/b&gt; need light-hearted perceivers to make them relax, and perceivers need structured judgers to keep things organized and reach closure on projects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personality type: &lt;b&gt;INFJ&lt;/b&gt; = Author.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;INFJ's&lt;/b&gt; are strongly driven to help others. These are serious students and workers who really want to contribute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"The agreeable nature and quiet personality of &lt;b&gt;INFJ's&lt;/b&gt; makes them particularly vulnerable to hurt feelings."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Distress within close relationships can shatter the &lt;b&gt;INFJ&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;Suggested careers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;career counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;educational consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;special education teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;minister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;playwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;novelist/poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;editor/art director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;information-graphics...designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;HRM manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;merchandise planner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;environmental lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;marketer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;job analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mental health counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;dietitian/nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;educational consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;architects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;interpreter/translator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;OMG THIS IS LIKE SO ACCURATE I CAN CRY. About the careers....meh. not interested. Here's what I think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;(the ones in &lt;b&gt;BOLD&lt;/b&gt; are careers that I might want to consider)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;career counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychologist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;educational consultant&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;special education teacher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;artist&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;minister&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;playwright&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;novelist/poet&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;editor/art director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;information-graphics...designer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;HRM manager&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;merchandise planner&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;environmental lawyer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;marketer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;job analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mental health counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;dietitian/nutritionist&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;educational consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;architects&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;interpreter/translator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is...confusing. Now I really don't know what I wanna be in the future. Can I not grow up instead? Or better yet, can a super mega rich family adopt me so I don't need to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Might do another career test after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posting this for future reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-80633506027894723?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/80633506027894723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=80633506027894723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/80633506027894723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/80633506027894723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/career-test.html' title='Career Test'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-9160558044337297906</id><published>2011-03-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:45:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Celebrations and Jubilations.</title><content type='html'>You know, all those familiar faces you saw last year, when you were in form four and they were in form five? Now you're in form five while they're taking their SPM results? They got straight A's and your own results in school are like pure&amp;nbsp;feces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get straight A's too~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bersemangat all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TERESIANS &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-9160558044337297906?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9160558044337297906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=9160558044337297906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/9160558044337297906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/9160558044337297906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/congratulations-celebrations-and.html' title='Congratulations, Celebrations and Jubilations.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6959005234153573743</id><published>2011-03-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:42:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime VS Earthquake</title><content type='html'>It's just disturbing to know that there are people in this world who actually care more about their animes than the victims of the earthquake in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;They'd be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMGOMG there's an earthquake in Japan?! That anime writer can't die! OMG &lt;i&gt;I'D&lt;/i&gt; DIE if I can't know what happened next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please save Maria Ozawa,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Serves you right Japan, for invading all those countries, for attacking Pearl Harbor, damn, the whole of Japan should be wiped out from Earth,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WHAT THE FO? There are hundreds, thousands of people starving and dying in Japan and all you can think about is your animes? And all those bombings and invasions were all from the past. Why even hate on it now? It's not like you went through all of those things. Sure, your ancestors might have suffered, but what's more important is the present. There is absolutely no point in burying yourself in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your problem? Just because you don't know anyone in Japan, it doesn't mean that you should ignore those affected by the earthquake &amp;amp; Tsunami in Japan. The very same thing could have happened to you. And when it really does happen, you wouldn't say the same thing now would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6959005234153573743?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6959005234153573743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6959005234153573743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6959005234153573743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6959005234153573743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/anime-vs-earthquake.html' title='Anime VS Earthquake'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7856920098998542937</id><published>2011-03-11T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:49:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRAY FOR JAPAN and all the affected countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my mom and my brother back home and I wish dad wouldn't have to go to work tonight just so I can see them and be assured that they're safe &amp;amp; alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7856920098998542937?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7856920098998542937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7856920098998542937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7856920098998542937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7856920098998542937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/pray-for-japan-and-all-affected.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-9167953305622337900</id><published>2011-03-06T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:58:09.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder, who am I to you?</title><content type='html'>1) it sucks so much when you see how much the other person had moved on. How quick it is for that person to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sometimes you wonder if you've done a good job as a section leader. You wonder what made the other person to quit.&lt;br /&gt;They'd think that you wouldn't even care because "I'm just another person in the band,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not. You're all special in your own special ways and no matter how small or big your contributions are, the seniors appreciate them. Sometimes I might overlook your efforts and sometimes I don't express how much I care for you but you have to know that I will always be there for you, right till the end. It doesn't matter how long you've been here, I grow attached far too easily. I make plans far too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sometimes you'd think that I've not done a good job and sometimes you'd think you'd be better at it than me. Well, maybe you are. Maybe you're not. But it hurts so badly when you talk bad about me behind my back when you could just tell it to me in my face. I won't get mad, I assure you. But how do you expect me to change when you don't even tell me what's wrong with me personally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know that I try my best to teach you. I'm not just a section leader, always pushing you to get those notes right, to get your&amp;nbsp;countings&amp;nbsp;right, to get you to memorise the fingerings. I can be your friend, someone you can talk with, joke around with, play around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what sucks the most is knowing that you'll never read this and you'll never know that I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-9167953305622337900?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9167953305622337900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=9167953305622337900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/9167953305622337900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/9167953305622337900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-i-wonder-what-do-i-mean-to.html' title='Sometimes I wonder, who am I to you?'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3174634999940554076</id><published>2011-03-04T18:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:07:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY ISN'T ROBBIE IN THE TOP 10?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS F-ERY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely be depressed and fail my moral paper tomorrow if robbie leaves the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Update:]&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;WHY ISN'T ROBBIE IN THE FINAL 13?!&amp;nbsp;WHY WASN'T ROBBIE SELECTED FROM THE WILD CARD ROUND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR UNFAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geram lah. i've been supporting Robbie since the auditions ok! Now that he's gone, I don't know who to support anymore. I mean I do like Thia Megia and I WILL support her, no doubts about that, but she's a girl! I wanna find a guy to support on american idol LOL.&lt;br /&gt;obviously I will support Thia among all those other girls, but for the guys *sniffs* WHY JUDGES WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNW DNW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, I am not planning to fail my moral tomorrow, just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so kay Robbie Rosen. You're only 16. (or 17? :D) There's still next year. &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho wait. NO THERE'S NO MORE NEXT YEAR! I CAN"T WATCH AMERICAN IDOL NEXT YEAR SINCE I'LL BE FURTHERING MY STUDIES TO PLACES I DO NOT KNOW WHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capslock overload. hahaha. sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sLNkvdQJQa0?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3174634999940554076?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3174634999940554076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3174634999940554076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3174634999940554076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3174634999940554076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-isnt-robbie-in-top-10-what-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sLNkvdQJQa0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3237222171151095446</id><published>2011-03-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:04:36.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bro's birthday today.&lt;div&gt;now that i've thought about it, i've never actually said 'i love you' to him. never. not once. well i'm not intending to do it anyway. too.. awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what sucks the most? Knowing that there's a whole tub of ice cream in the freezer but you just cannot eat it because you're sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now resume studying for add math. chap 1, 2 and 10. i'm getting sleepy tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3237222171151095446?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3237222171151095446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3237222171151095446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3237222171151095446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3237222171151095446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/bros-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7747101607148000863</id><published>2011-03-01T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:16:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been feeling like crap for the past 3 days mainly because&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm sick. again. sick as in S.O.S my eyeballs are falling out of teh sockets. Fever, flu, cough, sorethroat, dude it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2) probably because of the fact that I've not studied for the exam this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously gonna fail history. I didn't know what to write for the essay part and also the soalan struktur. I just wrote whatever crap there was in my head. well there's bound to be AT LEAST 1 right answer amongst those bullcraps i wrote, right? Physics and Add Math tomorrow. Die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm recovering from the flu right now. And since my nose was blocked for like 2 days, and when I could smell again this morning, it was like finally seeing the sunlight after being in the dark for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a dress for the violin ensemble. It was a Mirabelle I think? And also bought a cardigan. So after paying for that, I got an RM 10 voucher so mom used it to get a door mat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mom that I wanna straighten my hair after SPM. I initially thought that she'd be like "BUT WHYYYY?" or "Aiya no need lah," but actually, she went "OH GOOD. But wait for me okay? Let's go together. I wanna straighten my hair too,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy but mentally disturbed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you know what? after this exam, I SWEAR i will study like every day. please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7747101607148000863?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7747101607148000863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7747101607148000863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7747101607148000863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7747101607148000863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-feeling-like-crap-for-past-3.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1242245510378394664</id><published>2011-02-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:55:46.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the place where i belong</title><content type='html'>hi! i'm in a good mood today! Well this whole week la! (currently ignoring the fact that a girl cursed me this morning when I gave her demerit points for wearing a hot pink bra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself on Monday cuz Sheryl and I finished one whole worksheet! (30 objective questions nia la but ) Considering the fact that we'd never finish our work during tuition, that could be one of our best accomplishments during bio tuition! AND we got 28/30! Hebat right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I listened during Physics tuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of me? ahahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's the second time this week someone asked me to walk home together with her. I mean I'm okay with walking by myself/going solo but well I don't mind company once in a while. But it gets pretty awkward when we don't say anything. I mean why do I have to start the conversation when you're the one who asked me to walk with you? hm. Don't care la. I'm older so maybe I should be in control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam starts next Monday. I should be worried, shouldn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1242245510378394664?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1242245510378394664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1242245510378394664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1242245510378394664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1242245510378394664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-place-where-i-belong.html' title='back to the place where i belong'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4020482232511347426</id><published>2011-02-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:34:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i've been transposing this trombone 4 piece for rachel for the past 2 days. &amp;nbsp;Well the transposing part is simple.&amp;nbsp;Rewriting&amp;nbsp;it on Sibelius 6 is what makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 90% done. Still gotta add in the dynamics and those multi rests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4020482232511347426?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4020482232511347426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4020482232511347426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4020482232511347426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4020482232511347426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7712867005608608103</id><published>2011-02-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:38:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never let it fade away</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now. The magic of herbal tea, hot shower, a cozy blanket, fluffy pillows and a short nap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that fireworks make me happy? So pretty ok! My cat hates it tho. Penakut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally replaced my broken prefect's name tag. The previous one broke after I ran around school, chasing Josephine after recess duty. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming home tomorrow. I SHOULD tidy up my room more, but since I got a cold after tidying it up a bit yesterday, I decided not to do it. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna rant a bit more, but nah. Enough rantings for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7712867005608608103?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7712867005608608103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7712867005608608103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7712867005608608103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7712867005608608103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-let-it-fade-away.html' title='never let it fade away'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5224355434972295983</id><published>2011-02-17T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:55:35.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flu, headache, angin dalam perut, pening, fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU PENAT FAHAM SIK. CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I'M A HUMAN TOO? AND WHY AM I EVEN IN SCIENCE 1? DAH GIK SIK BELAJAR. Can i even become a doctor next time? CAN I EVEN GET THOSE DAMN SCHOLARSHIPS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'm done. sorry for the outburst. When you're sick, you say stupid things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Rachel Berry. I do not need applause to live. And I don't go around making friends with everyone in school. So what if you're popular? What's the point in being popular when you don't even have one true friend, who will listen to the stupid things coming out of your mouth and actually understands them? People don't know my existence. And I don't mind. I have T.GAI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAU ANNOYING PAHAM SIK. Kurus kedak lidi tapi otak xda. No offense lah kan. Yes I was hurt when you insulted me in front of everyone. I wanted to kill you right there and then. But you know what? Unlike you, I have a future. I'm not super smart, but with the knowledge I have, I can actually succeed in life. And you? Main motosikal every day, lepak kat shopping malls. pshh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next time, bila aku dah kurus tahap anorexia, bebek jak kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so messed up right now. Why can't life be simpler?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5224355434972295983?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5224355434972295983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5224355434972295983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5224355434972295983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5224355434972295983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/flu-headache-angin-dalam-perut-pening.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-1393623621489439557</id><published>2011-02-13T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:50:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dramatic much? AHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k kno what? i don't really care. really. why should i bother anyway? it's just like any other days. sheeshhh and for couples to buy lots of presents for their other halves ONLY during valentines day, WTF were you doing all this while? Aren't you supposed to love your other halves every day and to shower them with love every day, not only on vday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i really wanna go steamboat. makan puas puas. haha. ho wait. maybe i should fry chicken tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1393623621489439557?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1393623621489439557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1393623621489439557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1393623621489439557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1393623621489439557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i-need-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-1722240727267160598</id><published>2011-02-13T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:40:26.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave it my all, so I don’t have regrets</title><content type='html'>can i skip school tomorrow?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabar. it's the last year i'll be experiencing valentines day in school anyway. i've lived through the past 4 years, i'm pretty sure i can survive this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my kawan and all &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's actually a good thing that my dad has to work the night shift tonight, so he had to sleep the whole morning and afternoon just now, so he didn't have a reason to bring me out jalan-jalan. Spared me the stab you get when you see all those stalls selling flowers and teddy bears by the road side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know what i'm gonna do tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat maggi mee perisa kari, finally drink the bottle of vodka sharon gave me last year (not sure if sudah expired or not), karaoke britney spears songs on youtube, watch sad korean dramas and bury myself in my blanket and sleep with my cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God, the next day is a public holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did I tell you that I made kuih momo just now? ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy single awareness day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1722240727267160598?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1722240727267160598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1722240727267160598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1722240727267160598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1722240727267160598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-gave-it-my-all-so-i-dont-have-regrets.html' title='I gave it my all, so I don’t have regrets'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-2169244186770205632</id><published>2011-02-07T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T18:43:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>I just realized that the Hyun Woo in Secret Agent Miss Oh and the Hyun Woo in Music Bank is the same person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAILED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2169244186770205632?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2169244186770205632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2169244186770205632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2169244186770205632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2169244186770205632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-6674204630705779172</id><published>2011-02-05T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:44:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Agent Miss Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA *laughs maniacally* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on. i need to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://myasiancinema.com/k-drama-my-country-calls-2010/"&gt;download links for Secret Agent Miss Oh/My Country Calls/Call of the Country kdrama!&lt;/a&gt; AHAHAHA my life is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently downloading the 5th episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through the downloaded episodes and just looking at Han Do Hoon made me smile like a happy bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if only my connection is faster...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6674204630705779172?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6674204630705779172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6674204630705779172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6674204630705779172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6674204630705779172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/secret-agent-miss-oh.html' title='Secret Agent Miss Oh'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-7745901131962990595</id><published>2011-02-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:36:19.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2011 ! :)</title><content type='html'>since it is raining heavily right now, I can actually imagine those people playing fireworks screaming "RETREAT RETREAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potong stim lah. So syok okay to watch the fireworks. It's like everyone's fighting with each other to see who has the prettiest fireworks, the most fireworks, the longest time you can play fireworks. It's like war man. Haha. Even some of them said this on facebook: "Aiya no need to put la! The whole neighbourhood everyone pasang! We tumpang sekaki also. Save money!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky is beautiful tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7745901131962990595?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7745901131962990595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7745901131962990595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7745901131962990595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7745901131962990595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2011 ! :)'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-423585868672872458</id><published>2011-02-02T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:32:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit belakang</title><content type='html'>my back hurts since last night. it was so sudden ok, i didn't even do anything to it. I've been walking straight and s..l.....o........w......l...........y the whole time because of my back. i don't even slouch anymore. (which is a good thing but that's not my point)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started playing Draw My Thing on omgpop and it is so fun to play! You should try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHH sakitlah. Even the slightest movement brings tears to my eyes. And when I sneeze.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torture. Pure torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-423585868672872458?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/423585868672872458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=423585868672872458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/423585868672872458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/423585868672872458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/sakit-belakang.html' title='Sakit belakang'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2712731576439309662</id><published>2011-01-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:19:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first comes the drama, then comes the shit. then comes the time when you gotta put your head up high and to tell yourself that everything will be fine, to put on a brave face and to show to the world that you are strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you gotta give and sometimes you gotta take. but most of the time, you gotta learn to give in to maintain that relationship you once had with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;shit happens but everything happens for a reason. as cliche as it sounds, that's how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned it the hard way and I am not going to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2712731576439309662?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2712731576439309662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2712731576439309662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2712731576439309662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2712731576439309662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-comes-drama-then-comes-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-369858767995370263</id><published>2011-01-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:26:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-369858767995370263?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/369858767995370263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=369858767995370263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/369858767995370263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/369858767995370263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/upset.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-28851660571221987</id><published>2011-01-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:15:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop spamming please.</title><content type='html'>Sharon: Aku ada E doe. Kau ada sik?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aku ada G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation)&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: I have an E. Do you have an E?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have an F.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddest moment of my life. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been online for a week and the first thing I saw in my mailbox was&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MID TERM EXAM-ADD MATH FORM 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I feel so proud of myself for completing all my homework! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;And that's very rare ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go play the sims 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-28851660571221987?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/28851660571221987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=28851660571221987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/28851660571221987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/28851660571221987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/stop-spamming-please.html' title='stop spamming please.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3167943386323489265</id><published>2011-01-15T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:19:36.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu tu tee tu tu</title><content type='html'>this blog looks so girlish lah, with the pink background and the banner and the font and everything.&lt;br /&gt;which is bullshit when you start reading my posts. (point proven with the swear word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be more productive. SERIOUSLY LAH KAN. It has been raining like every single morning, and I've already planned to go jogging every morning but it always HAD to rain early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for cursing. I really am. But replacing all the swear words with FIDDLESTICKS! or JIMMYJACKS! will not have that OOMPH factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it's normal for people to enjoy smelling their own farts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry tuition over Add Math tuition, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a dress for the violin ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a really cute euphonium-tuba duet. Family Guy Theme. Was planning on asking the section to join Band Idol 2011 with the song. Not too sure about that now.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I was performing together with the 3A1's in Band Idol 2009. Memalukan. No, not them. Me. Saya memalukan diri saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you haven't noticed, this whole post in about unrelated stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go brush my teeth, then pee, then lock &amp;amp; latch up the front door and snuggle up with my imaginary boyfriend in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3167943386323489265?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3167943386323489265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3167943386323489265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3167943386323489265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3167943386323489265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/tu-tu-tee-tu-tu.html' title='tu tu tee tu tu'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4582224044777778747</id><published>2011-01-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:51:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I iz impreszed.</title><content type='html'>Had audition for band this morning. The people who auditioned were so cute! So small and cuddly but they can't exactly carry the euphonium or tuba by themselves without toppling over. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were a few of them. I was impressed. One could blow a super super high note with the euphonium in just one try, one had a really nice tone on the tuba, another blew really loud but still had a nice tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get new juniors and bully them and torture them and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JKJKJKJKJK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4582224044777778747?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4582224044777778747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4582224044777778747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4582224044777778747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4582224044777778747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-iz-impreszed.html' title='I iz impreszed.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4789419250803637651</id><published>2011-01-11T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:45:38.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Pa, get the badminton racket from the house in kampung.&lt;div&gt;Dad: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Play badminton lah what else. Kill a bee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: You play badminton???!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: (on the phone) &lt;i&gt;-blablabla-&lt;/i&gt; asked me to bring her to a violin shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: (on loudspeaker) Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: To repair something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: SHE PLAYS THE VIOLIN????!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Pa, tomorrow morning go jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Who, you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yalah, if not who? You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: YOU CAN RUN???!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: (said something  from the kitchen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Whaaaaat? Cannot hear you. Talk louder la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Come here for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Just come lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I'm doing my homework!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: YOU'RE DOING YOUR HOMEWORK???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4789419250803637651?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4789419250803637651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4789419250803637651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4789419250803637651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4789419250803637651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-pa-get-badminton-racket-from-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-3768416889680643141</id><published>2011-01-09T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:16:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....................</title><content type='html'>You guys are seriously ridiculous.  So ridiculous, I wanna cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK FACEBOOK WOULD BE SHUT DOWN FOR GOOD?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendsupdater.com/2011/01/facebook-is-shutting-down-on-march-15-just-an-internet-rumor/"&gt;http://www.trendsupdater.com/2011/01/facebook-is-shutting-down-on-march-15-just-an-internet-rumor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me choke on honey dews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3768416889680643141?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3768416889680643141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3768416889680643141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3768416889680643141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3768416889680643141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='....................'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-3075065027813995011</id><published>2011-01-01T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:01:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wiggles butt*</title><content type='html'>o. just realized. this morning was the last time I could wake up late. And I wasted it just like that. GRAHHSHAHHHHSUOHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in my entire life, I have tuition classes on Saturday afternoons. I am currently annoyed at my own stupidity but it was my choice (and a good one) since SPM is in what? 10/11 months? And I should probably work my ass off this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3075065027813995011?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3075065027813995011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3075065027813995011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3075065027813995011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3075065027813995011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/wiggles-butt.html' title='*wiggles butt*'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5171245161894735034</id><published>2011-01-01T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:37:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye 2010, hi 2011. though i really want 2010 back.</title><content type='html'>watched 3 Idiots last night. That was the first time I cried so much while watching a movie, and seeing that it's a Bollywood film, no wonder the movie received multiple awards. Seriously dude. I've never cried that much because of a movie, not even when I was watching Sad Movie, A Walk To Remember, but of course nothing could beat Titanic lah obviously. "AAL IZZ WELL" :D The movie is inspirational but sad, funny and entertaining at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much how I celebrated my new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally 2011. Final year. SPM. DIE DIE DIE SHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I achieved a lot in 2010. Achieved a few of my goals actually. So proud of myself *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the emo part. (like all those typical new year blog posts)&lt;br /&gt;you know what? let's just skip that part. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go, but I'm just happy to know that GAI will always be by my side &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I spray-painted my calculator. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate goal this year: Save my monthly allowance and save lots and lots of money and after SPM, go shopping, straighten and dye my hair. HAH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5171245161894735034?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5171245161894735034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5171245161894735034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5171245161894735034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5171245161894735034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/bye-2010-hi-2011-though-i-really-want.html' title='bye 2010, hi 2011. though i really want 2010 back.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7293173197944418749</id><published>2010-12-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:20:12.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buh.</title><content type='html'>HI. I'M BACK WITH THIS FAULTY KEYPAD HAHAHAHA. I'M TOO LAZY TO SWITCH THE COMPUTER ON. HAHA .SCHOOL'S REOPENING NEXT WEEK. BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7293173197944418749?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7293173197944418749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7293173197944418749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7293173197944418749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7293173197944418749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/buh.html' title='buh.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1140016542027983162</id><published>2010-12-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:04:44.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me drift away</title><content type='html'>Life has been total bull lately. Sometimes I just feel like letting it all go and disappearing and die and then see what happens. Would they appreciate me then? Would they regret for treating me like a piece of crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating. I'm just so tired this whole week. I don't know why. It's like my heart and soul have been drained from my body and I'm left with this empty feeling that I just wanna wrap myself in my blanket and sleep all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kapit trip. Went on the express boat for the first time. And there's this rope that tied the boat to the daratan thingy , dunno how to say it. So the rope broke. Papa, mama. bro and myself were the first ones to enter so we were alone in there. And so the front part of the boat drifted out and we were already so far from land. The only thing that kept the boat from going further was the other rope at the back. But then that rope was also at the verge of breaking so you could imagine how we felt at that time. It was a good thing tho that the crew were hanging out at the roof of the boat earlier on so they immediately reacted to it. So scary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the beach tomorrow. Some Police Family Day thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1140016542027983162?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1140016542027983162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1140016542027983162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1140016542027983162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1140016542027983162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-drift-away.html' title='let me drift away'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1245564390469869299</id><published>2010-12-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:56:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey yo from sibu</title><content type='html'>HI. CURRENTLY &amp;nbsp;BLOGGING FROM THE HOTEL. THANK GOD FOR THE FREE WI-FI. AND DON'T ASK WHY I'M TYPING IN CAPSLOCK. I GUESS SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY KEYPAD HAHA. I WANTED TO BLOG LAST NIGHT BUT I WAS DOWN WITH A FEVER AND A COLDSO 4 SLEPT EARLY. BAD TIMING MAN. WAS SICK FOR TWO DAYS. BUT I'M FINE NOW. WENT TO WISMA SANYAN. AND THATWAS PRETTY MUCH IT. HAHAHAHA. FLIGHT TO KUCHING ISAT 9.30 PM. SO YEEESH. DON'T REALLY WANNA GO HOME BUT I MISS MY CAT SO HAHA. GOING FOR DINNER NOW.TALK TO YOU SOON?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1245564390469869299?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1245564390469869299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1245564390469869299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1245564390469869299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1245564390469869299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-yo-from-sibu.html' title='hey yo from sibu'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5860183227325917040</id><published>2010-12-06T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:23:12.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in your face!!</title><content type='html'>hi. so I just got back from the dentist. GUESS WHAT. The chipped tooth was actually a baby tooth!! And no, it did not crack because of caries of whatever type of kerosakan gigi. The dentist said that it cracked because baby teeth are generally weak in structure. And he said that I really took great care of that tooth (which I actually doubt myself) so it didn't shake or show signs of being a baby tooth as it was stronger than other average baby teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Went for an x-ray and there really was a tooth in the gum, waiting for its turn to see the world yerrrrrrr ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;So he extracted the tooth and right now, I'm waiting for the other tooth to grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can proudly say to my mom and bro that I really DO have good dental hygiene, even the dentist said so. So I'm kinda rubbing it in their faces right now. booyah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I kinda prefer the Kapit community. I mean they're really nice and friendly and the dentist was soo kind, including his two other assistants. I wanna cry in admiration. I really do. Not saying that I don't like Kuching lah but Kapit is like so calm and peaceful. Definitely a get-away place to escape from all the crazy stuffs in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna marry a Sabah guy next time. hahahahahahahahahahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5860183227325917040?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5860183227325917040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5860183227325917040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5860183227325917040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5860183227325917040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-your-face.html' title='in your face!!'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6404003559726260662</id><published>2010-12-06T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:18:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sungai rajang said hi.</title><content type='html'>hey there! currently blogging from mom's office, curi-curi pakai the internet line cable thingy AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i lied. i'm here to update mom's anti virus in her laptop so while updating, i update this blog also lah haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to tell you that i'm well and alive, though something happened on saturday and I thought I was going to die. But i didn't. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you more about that when I get back this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Dental appointment today!!! Takut!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love. omg. oh noes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6404003559726260662?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6404003559726260662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6404003559726260662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6404003559726260662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6404003559726260662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/sungai-rajang-said-hi.html' title='sungai rajang said hi.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5626087036567577470</id><published>2010-12-03T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:04:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, ahnyeong, adios 2</title><content type='html'>So I've packed, repacked, repacked again and hopefully I don't forget anything this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside: Makcik Bulan is visiting me right now. Bloody hell. Currently going through a BLOODY hell. Get it? Bloody hell, blood, period?&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was gonna enjoy the vacation, but now I have to be worried that I don't bocor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI, I know. But oh well. No one reads this blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! We sent the cat to the pet shop just now for boarding, or some of you rich bastards might call it, pet hotel. It was heart breaking, really. Not to forget the fact that a beast, no a monster, stays below him. So gangster you know! It even got its fur dyed! Green, yellow, blue, red. I mean seriously??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks that our flight is at 6.20 am tomorrow and dad just informed me that he was going to wake up at 2.45 am. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about him, but I'm going to wake up at 3.30 am. Shower, sleep for awhile and then hop in the car and zoom to the airport at 4.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog if I can gain internet access but if i can't, then I'll probably blog when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me a safe flight and a safe journey on the express boat.&lt;br /&gt;I can't swim btw so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit 1: GILAA I almost forgot my razor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5626087036567577470?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5626087036567577470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5626087036567577470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5626087036567577470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5626087036567577470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-ahnyeong-adios-2.html' title='Goodbye, ahnyeong, adios 2'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-8755007284704667185</id><published>2010-12-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:09:16.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Stink. PooPoo.</title><content type='html'>You know what? I hate you. I despise you. I really do. I hate how you you think that everyone likes you when they actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to start a post. Nothing better than to spread some hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKJKJKJKJKJKJKJK.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we did a crazy ass cleaning at home. Sweeping, moping, wiping, throwing, banging, crashing, slipping, falling, yeah you get the drill. I don't quite know how to say this, but, I kinda like this clean feeling you know? Like when you're sniffing the air, you know that you're not sniffing dirt, dead skin cells, cat's fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, remember when I told that I was addicted to habbo hotel?&lt;br /&gt;So over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm addicted to omegle!!!! Seriously, that thing is like a video game to me. I can chat on it for like 6 hours straight!! So fun! You should try it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-8755007284704667185?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8755007284704667185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=8755007284704667185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/8755007284704667185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/8755007284704667185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-stink-poopoo.html' title='You. Stink. PooPoo.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6627403229443204359</id><published>2010-11-29T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:33:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the dentist and my gum is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I gotta book ANOTHER appointment to get it done. So slow man. I waited for an hour at the lobby. waited for a few minutes in the surgery room. And I thought I was gonna die. Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: Is it painful? *digs through my gum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Unhhhnuuhuuunnh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: Is it painful? (a little louder) *continues digging through my gum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (dude what is wrong with you?! You're sticking your fingers in my mouth, how can I talk?!) Unnhuhhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: So what do you want to do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (LOL. You're the doctor. Why are you asking me?) Uhhuhhhuhhhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: Maybe we should just pull the&amp;nbsp;remaining tooth out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. (WTF). NOO. I don't think I would want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: *says some professional words along with the definitions*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ununuuhhh *gets distracted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Doctor: Hmm maybe. We'll cut part of your gum the next time we meet. Okay! You gotta book another appointment next month. I'll see you again. Thank you bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't even let me rinse my bloody mouth out. My mouth was so full of blood I wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total failure. HAHAHA. It's kinda fun actually going to the dentist, when there are no syringes and scary looking equipments to be used upon yourself. And he was actually quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next appointment: 20th December.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait that long. I'd probably just do it in mom's clinic when we visit her this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;wow I can't believe it. My flight is this Saturday!!! whopp pe dee do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora is so annoying. haha. She's on Nick right now.&lt;br /&gt;Dora: Which part did you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;Dora: I like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6627403229443204359?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6627403229443204359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6627403229443204359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6627403229443204359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6627403229443204359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning.html' title='Good morning.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5931105332822076240</id><published>2010-11-28T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:16:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woe is me.</title><content type='html'>I CHIPPED MY TOOTH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNO RIGHT WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boohoohoo. It seriously feels like the end of the world. I've spent my entire life brushing and flossing my teeth, rinsing my mouth with the colgate total plax mouth rinse and what do I get?! A chipped tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU BETRAYED ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU LET ME DOWN. I IZ DISAPPOINTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my mom keeps insulting me about me not having good oral hygiene because I have caries on that bloody tooth and my brother keeps laughing at me because I chipped my tooth while eating broad beans and accidentally swallowed the chipped parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right now they are going to think that I bring disgrace to the family because mom is a dental nurse and bro is a dentist-to-be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(well it is kinda my fault....having those late night korean drama marathons while eating chocolate and ice cream and instant noodles and sleeping on the sofa without brushing me teeth......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I end up having to go for my extra early dental appointment tomorrow, instead of August next year. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what have I done in my past life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woe is me. I am depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5931105332822076240?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5931105332822076240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5931105332822076240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5931105332822076240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5931105332822076240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/woe-is-me.html' title='woe is me.'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-1226362579497815917</id><published>2010-11-25T05:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T06:07:27.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams. heh. If only they really do come true.</title><content type='html'>so I had the weirdest dream last night. Probably one of the most amazing dreams I've had, but then I've had lots of super damn nice dreams before so I'm rating this dream 6 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how it went. (you can skip this part if you want to. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my dream, I was this uhhw how should it say it, a gymnast. Yeahh, bull, I know but that was my dream so get out. HAHA. I was actually like one of the pros there so I didn't bother to practice the basic moves. Then during a competition (btw it was held in St Joe's Hall, i don't know what it's called but it's definitely not the auditorium. i think ahaha. the one near the school canteen) I was told to do a simple backflip. I mean every gymnast should know how to do this, but in my dream, I totally had NO CLUE on how to do it. So I went over to my coach (which was also one of the judges) and told him about it. He told me to just do it. So I did. Mana tahu, while I was running to the platform thing, I got disqualified because apparently, I wasn't running the correct way. I know right, so bodoh hahaha but it was a dream so. Anyway, so I was really disappointed, but I just smiled and walked back to my seat. And there was this guy, Im' not sure who he was but he seemed kinda familiar in my dream. He had big hands and long fingers :) &amp;lt;3 He comforted me and told me that it was okay and a millisecond later, we were holding hands JAJHAHAHASJHIWUEJHAHA!! It was a nice feeling OK! Stop rolling your eyes at me! I suppose he was my close friend turned boyfriend or something. haha. And standing behind him, was this girl, perhaps his admirer? And she was looking at me as if she wanted to kill me. I think the story involving the girl and myself was supposed to develop but i dunno, I think I walked out of the stadium (?) too soon I guess? haha. But the weird thing was, when I was walking out, I realized that my 'boyfriend' wasn't that guy with the long fingers and large hands, but it was actually ****** (if you're Sharon or Lydia, you might be able to guess who.) Kinda gross, now that I've thought about it, but well old flames bebeh so hmm. So we hung out together and soon I had to go home so we said goodbye and I walked home. Then in my dream, we were texting each other. I KNO RIGHT. I probably sms too much that I can even dream about it. After I reached home, uhhh well I forgot this tiny part. haha. something involving my family. OH! I remember now! well it's not that important, it was me trying to get my mom's permission to go to the movies with him haha. Moving on. The scene changed and I was a secret agent, together with Sharon. So random haha. And we were supposed to catch this bad guy for a school project but &amp;nbsp;we failed to do so because sharon was too absorbed into reading a newspaper during our tea break. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the main highlights of my dream. OH! I even dreamt about band, but I wont talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wondering why the hell did I wake up at 5 am during the school holidays, I was too excited about this dream that I HAD to wake up and smile and pretend to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. (I had other reasons though...........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1226362579497815917?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1226362579497815917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1226362579497815917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1226362579497815917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1226362579497815917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams-heh-if-only-they-really-do-come.html' title='dreams. heh. If only they really do come true.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-253909316803490409</id><published>2010-11-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:35:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTFLBTCDICAJTTWADBSIHPWTRHITSBKABAYB</title><content type='html'>did I tell you that i've been playing habbo hotel lately? hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;that thing is so addictive i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to reveal my location so everytime people ask me where I'm from, I'd reply that I'm from Canada, California, China, Singapore, London and some other places.&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I became friends with this person and he was actually quite nice so I told him that I was from Malaysia. And as soon as I said it out (conversations are posted&amp;nbsp;publicly) tiba2 all these people came to me and said "hai. orang malaysia, rupe rupe nye", "org malaysia?! dari mane?", "hai geng same negare," I literally LOL'ED my butt off. I mean seriously. there were tons of malaysians there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you wanna mix with the orang putehs, you gotta think like an orang puteh, so I've been throwing LOLs here and OMGs there and LMAOs everywhere, including all those BRB, TTYL, HRU, ASL, HBU, FML, BS, BB, NVM, KWL, BTW, SUP, PLZ, SOZ, THO, THX, AFK, CYA, FTW, GTG, FYI, IMHO, IDK, IRL, JK, WTF, WTH, NOOB, and not forgetting ROTFLBTCDICAJTTWADBSIHPWTRHITSBKABAYB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG R8T? LYKE TTLY OMG LOL LOL LOL CYBI?! I ACTLY LRND ALL THT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA i'm a loser, i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-253909316803490409?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/253909316803490409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=253909316803490409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/253909316803490409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/253909316803490409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/rotflbtcdicajttwadbsihpwtrhitsbkabayb.html' title='ROTFLBTCDICAJTTWADBSIHPWTRHITSBKABAYB'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5994750754654405157</id><published>2010-11-22T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T03:26:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget it. this is pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5994750754654405157?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5994750754654405157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5994750754654405157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5994750754654405157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5994750754654405157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/forget-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1032588872812965592</id><published>2010-11-22T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:49:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in love with a virtual guy.&lt;br /&gt;omg kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1032588872812965592?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1032588872812965592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1032588872812965592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1032588872812965592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1032588872812965592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-in-love-with-virtual-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7090916247901751989</id><published>2010-11-16T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:18:30.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo mode ONNNN</title><content type='html'>slept around 2AM last night/this morning, woke up at 4.30AM and I still had the energy to last through the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesan jangka masa panjang band camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tho' i'd probably peng later around 2 and die in bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon has been sending me all these emo text messages about band and now I'm wondering the same thing about the basses section.  I mean, we didn't really have a great kick start when we were first introduced to each other at the beginning of the year, but somehow through all those practices, sectionals, jokes, arguments, insults we started getting closer together and now, we're like a family. Like when a person outside of band insults my juniors, i'd beat the hell out of that person just so that I can see my juniors happy again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after we retire next time, what would happen to the rest of the members? I mean of course they can still take care of each other and that there will be a new committee set to lead the band but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, after band camp ended, I've been having all these thoughts. I really really really don't wanna leave band because I've dedicated my entire life to band and then when form 5 comes, I'd have to tear myself away from band. I mean, we ARE one big family. And it hurts so much to leave something that I really love, something that I really enjoy, people that I care so much for. Even though I've not spent much time with some of them and I don't really express my love to my section, I really do care for them. Despite all those scoldings and lectures, I love everyone in band just like my own family. And Nadia, Elisha, Rachel, Syamimi, Rabiaal, they're like my own little kids and I have that huge responsibility to make sure that they grow up well and receive the best treatment in band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd probably won't understand but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop here before I start crying my eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7090916247901751989?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7090916247901751989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7090916247901751989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7090916247901751989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7090916247901751989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/emo-mode-onnnn.html' title='emo mode ONNNN'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-2994721829348867033</id><published>2010-11-15T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:03:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>if you're wondering who's the second author of my blog, that's me. I'm using a diff email address for youtube and I malas to change my gmail account every time i wanna blog or go on youtube so yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying. I just wanna break down and cry but I don't even know why. About band maybe? idk but it feels like there's something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a vacation. now. December please come quickly. I don't care that we're only gonna go to sibu &amp;amp; kapit instead of our trip to sabah which we have planned since the beginning of the year, please just bring me away. I need to clear my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2994721829348867033?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2994721829348867033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2994721829348867033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2994721829348867033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2994721829348867033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849041222318782025</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-500200004079572988.post-1768634567904829315</id><published>2010-11-04T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:28:07.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thizz izzz morrre than deeepreshonnnn</title><content type='html'>Failed my add math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God bless those who invented the copy and paste system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed. Cuz after I passed my previous exam, I was VERY VERY sure that I've finally overcome my fear of add math, and I was sure that I can pass again. But turns out, I failed. I feel like a loser. I feel like a failure. I feel as if i am the black sheep between my brother and I cuz well he nearly got a hundred in his exam when he was still in st joe a few years ago and my parents expect me to be as smart or SMARTER than him, which is entirely impossible because i'm just plain stupid. &amp;nbsp;Go away you smart asses who sleep with your calculators every single night and think that 5x + 34y - (27676498)x + x(6254)(3765y) can actually save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO NOT FAIRRRRR. boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw. got 94 for EST &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 finally dude. Read my previous posts and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this while, i'm&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;gonna learn the basics in photoshop. why? cuz I wanna make a banner (?) for the fan fic. Yes, I'm being serious this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1768634567904829315?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1768634567904829315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1768634567904829315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1768634567904829315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1768634567904829315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/thizz-izzz-morrre-than-deeepreshonnnn.html' title='thizz izzz morrre than deeepreshonnnn'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6887542133652277387</id><published>2010-11-02T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:03:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KA-THUMPPPPP</title><content type='html'>Well sejarah wasn't that bad. and BM &amp;nbsp;and Physics were DEFINITELY NOT THAT BAD :) well at least better than what i got last term.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow i have this feeling that I'm gonna fail add math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't care. &amp;lt;--- ya well ya'll probably should &amp;nbsp;know by now that every time i say that i don't care, i actually do care but refuse to face the truth. blekkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am itching to write a new fan fic. I have the ideas on how to write it but I've not chosen the cast&amp;nbsp;(rasa best hahahah)&amp;nbsp;and well I'm just afraid that I might abandon it after a few weeks. like what happened to my last fac fic. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's something like a girl, around 17 or 18, is in the secret service, something like spy kids, i guess? And has a really really really sad past, which what brought her to be in the service in the first place. She's currently studying in a private school, specially for kids working for the secret service, but that isn't actually an important part in her life since she's a genius and doesn't need school. Every mission was a breeze for her, one flick of a finger and her enemy would die. Yeah. but one day, her boss gave her a special mission, where she had to go undercover as an average student in a normal school, to spy on one of the students there, whose father was suspected to be the most wanted murderer/bad guy. And then the usual stuffs happened.&amp;nbsp;I'm' sure you can guess that in the end, they'd fall in love. but well, no. Well there will be some lovey dovey stuffs in there but I'm gonna put a twist in the story which is unexpected and definitely not what you guys would expect! ahahaahahaha *does evil-finger-curling stuff*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it, i guess. Should i write it or not? Maybe i'll write just a short one, so that i can guarantee that i can actually finish the whole darn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll see how it goes. now i gotta dry those freshly machine-washed clothings. adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6887542133652277387?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6887542133652277387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6887542133652277387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6887542133652277387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6887542133652277387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/ka-thumppppp.html' title='KA-THUMPPPPP'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3387698608463963582</id><published>2010-10-29T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:39:26.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonghyun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shin Se Kyung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Just let them be GOSHHHHH</title><content type='html'>and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut it you netizens. don't you have anything else to do?&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure Jonghyun is a hottie and all but do you actually think that you have a future with him?! Dude come on. Just face the fact. None of us would have the chance to walk down the aisle with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you call yourselves Jonghyun's number one fan. Please. A true fan will always support his/her idol in all positive aspects, including choosing a companion in life. Abusing Shin Se Kyung with your words isn't what a true fan would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that all of us wants our idols to be happy. If Jonghyun feels that he's happy with Shin Se Kyung, fine. Be it. Cry for a few days. Lock yourself in the room. Eat ice cream. But after that you gotta move on. Sorry for breaking your fantasies, but none of us will get that chance to be with our idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I admire Yunho &amp;amp; Daesung so much but I'm aware that one day I gotta learn to let them go, because eventually they'd get married with the person they love and (hopefully!) when I grow up, I'm gonna marry the man I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop with all those anti cafes. You're gonna hurt Jonghyun even more. Is that what you want? To see Jonghyun feeling sad and disappointed with his fans who refused to support his love life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3387698608463963582?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3387698608463963582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3387698608463963582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3387698608463963582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3387698608463963582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-let-them-be-goshhhhh.html' title='Just let them be GOSHHHHH'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2342931589477659202</id><published>2010-10-29T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:09:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye ahnyeong adios</title><content type='html'>GRARHGHAHGHAHAGHGAGA *nibbles on your sleeve*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting my pen down after writing 'hypothesis is accepted' felt so darn good. Staple-ing the papers together felt so freaking satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more textbooks late at night! no more pinching myself to keep me awake! no more walking around the house like an idiot for not having enough sleep! no more.....studying!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well till the end of the year lah but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignores about SPM 2011*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to do whatever I want!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I shall now sleep then karaoke on youtube at night then try out new recipes then watch korean dramas then watch variety shows then read comics then go run around the football field while smiling gleefully~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is suddenly so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2342931589477659202?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2342931589477659202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2342931589477659202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2342931589477659202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2342931589477659202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodbye-ahnyeong-adios.html' title='goodbye ahnyeong adios'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3262824003591543346</id><published>2010-10-27T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:50:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i refuse to give a title to this post</title><content type='html'>so Add Math - FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, most probably. since I skipped like 6 questions in Paper 2. and scribbled stuffs for the rest of the questions which would ALSO most probably be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARGHAHAGRHAGRHHHAHHARSUASTH(*^@&amp;amp;^QUYSHGA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of studying omg. It seems like I have no life. Right after going home from school, I'll take a shower, eat lunch then stay in my room studying like gila gila. Even then, my results would be like shit. I don't see the point in studying, judging from the *jaw dropping 23987648372 metres down* face I do when I look at the questions in the test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this!!!!! &lt;i&gt;-no you can't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more subjects, 5 more papers to go!!!!!! &lt;i&gt;-but you do know that you can't answer most of them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go, then I'm free!!!! &lt;i&gt;-no you're not. you're gonna get back your papers next week. DIE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already planned what I wanna do after the exam, no it does not include merempit, and garhhh I can't wait for the year end exam to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3262824003591543346?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3262824003591543346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3262824003591543346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3262824003591543346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3262824003591543346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-refuse-to-give-title-to-this-post.html' title='i refuse to give a title to this post'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1990548809060034238</id><published>2010-10-23T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:13:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where'd you go?</title><content type='html'>mama, saya lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, I really AM gonna fail chemistry. idon't care. well maybe my ma and pa will chop my head off but well. I'm not the only one k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral, add math, math and bio. 4 more to go beb. Then I'm free to enjoy and party and merempit till the end on the year. kidding. I can't even ride my bicycle properly without crashing into a wall, what more to say merempit.&lt;br /&gt;But on a more serious note, SPM is next year and I SHOULD change my attitude and be a more hardworking person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. like that's gonna happen. huh. fine. maybe i will, next year ahaha. cuz I DESPERATELY need those damn scholarships and I don't wanna be stuck in Kuching for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer's going all psycho. first, the browser started closing by itself. then kaspersky detected a few trojans (&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A FEW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; WTF!) . Deleted them but somehow they keep coming back. Then there's the winlogon.exe error....... should i tell my dad? so that he can like bring it to saberkas and ask those people there to repair? and then get killed by him cuz the computer recently got repaired like last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exam is really straying me away from KPOP. i've not been to allkpop for like nearly 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, i really love kbsworld and animax at the moment because I get to watch Sungkyunkwan Scandal on Mondays &amp;amp; Tuesdays, Fugitive: Plan B on Wednesdays and Thursays, My Lovely Sam Soon on Wednesdays &amp;amp; Yu Hee The Witch on Fridays. And Star Golden Bell is back on kbsworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped tuition for this whole week yeahhhhhh ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna take a shower (just woke up an hour ago hahaha) and then make my lunch and I'll see you non-existent readers (cuz i'm sure no one actually reads my blog) most probably on next friday. 6 more days till I'm free. ohhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1990548809060034238?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1990548809060034238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1990548809060034238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1990548809060034238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1990548809060034238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/whered-you-go.html' title='where&apos;d you go?'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1373313110551576360</id><published>2010-10-03T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:51:04.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, choices.</title><content type='html'>I've been experimenting with a few recipes and have been busy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy all you want since it's really close to the year-end examination, but I don't care. I am hungry and food pleases me.&lt;br /&gt;I've made umai ikan yu, cupcakes, siu mai and after this, i'm gonna try making homemade vanilla pudding &amp;lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited cuz the other day, I read the Astroview guide and it says that Sungkyunkwan Scandal will be playing on KBSWORLD starting on the 11/10/2010 at around 9 pm (Malaysia time) while Fugitive : Plan B will be on KBSWORLD starting on 20/10/2010 around the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad timing, but don't care lah. Nothing can stop me from&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;dramas, including exams. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this made me realize that 2010 is coming to an end, in like a few months and then I'm gonna be 17, last year in high school and will be sitting for SPM. And by then, I have to decide what I wanna do with my life. I know that I've told my parents and relatives that I wanna be in the medical field next time, but right now, i'm not so sure anymore. I don't know whether going on a holiday with my family while still thinking about work since I will still be on-call and have to always be ready to return to the hospital in the midst of having fun with my family is what I wanna do in the future. And I don't wanna be the kind of mother that only sees her children like a few hours a day and not being able to ask how my child has been doing in school.&lt;br /&gt;I've actually considered being in the Tourism field since I like travelling, meeting new people and stuffs like that but I'm not so sure whether my parents would allow me or the pay would be satisfying or the job prospect is demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices, choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for rambling. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1373313110551576360?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1373313110551576360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1373313110551576360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1373313110551576360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1373313110551576360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/choices-choices.html' title='Choices, choices.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6181724431809976086</id><published>2010-09-21T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:50:25.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE YOU STUPID ALARM CLOCK</title><content type='html'>you know what you know what. urghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got what I wanted for my EST essay, which was 27/30 but obviously, SOMETHING had to spoil everything. My objective paper was like piuuuuuuuuuu masuk longkang. BOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!! i know right!!!! so annoying!!!! So I only got 77, which could have been 80+ if only I did better for the objective questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember &lt;a href="http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-is-it-so-panas.html"&gt;that post, a few posts before this post&lt;/a&gt;, (he he POST POST POST) when I told you that my parents were expecting me to get top ten in class, and I said that I will never get that? Guess what. A cookie for you if you can guess what I'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT. Well only nyawa-nyawa ikan, cun cun 10th lah but still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;(and that's another thing to cross out in my 2010 resolutions :P&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHA. (hopefully I won't get kicked to 11th of 12th because of any reasons)&lt;br /&gt;But positions aside, my average was teruk gila babi. like 69 point something something or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;And from the 1st position to like 8th or 9th, the average was 70 and above, &amp;nbsp;highest being like 95++ something,&amp;nbsp;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a 1 sen coin among 100 ringgit notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM lisan next Monday. garhhsdjasdhaeujrhk. And I'm gonna talk about Pakaian-pakaian Tradisional Di Malaysia. AHAHAHHAHAHA. Why the toot did I choose that for my oral topic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream about Seungri and Daesung on Sunday night/Monday morning. Stupid alarm in my phone woke me up, RIGHT BEFORE DAESUNG WAS GONNA SAY I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6181724431809976086?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6181724431809976086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6181724431809976086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6181724431809976086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6181724431809976086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/die-you-stupid-alarm-clock.html' title='DIE YOU STUPID ALARM CLOCK'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4608010284248499292</id><published>2010-09-09T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:13:18.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate writing titles</title><content type='html'>just finished watching big bang's 1 night, 2 days. Omg daesung, you scream like a girl. Haha. Cute! And that's why i love my nokia 5800. I can go on youtube secretly in my room without my mom knowing. She'd totally kill me if she finds out. Honestly, i am sick of studying. Why can't i watch tv without her asking me ' when are you gonna study?!' argh. I gotta go. Mumu's battery is running out. Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4608010284248499292?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4608010284248499292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4608010284248499292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4608010284248499292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4608010284248499292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-writing-titles.html' title='i hate writing titles'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2500052279770473967</id><published>2010-09-05T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:38:09.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG the turtle is staring at me</title><content type='html'>I am tired, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna give up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Mom got a turtle, God knows where she got it from. So I was happily sleeping this afternoon when I heard noises from the living room. My parents were laughing like mad and I was annoyed because I was trying to get some sleep since I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night when I saw a HUGEEEEE turtle on the floor, right at the middle and my cat was sniffing its behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped and blanked and was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked&lt;br /&gt;Me: .........What is that?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Turtle! Cute kan!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -________-&lt;br /&gt;Mom: See! Your cat likes it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where did you steal it from?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Your aunt wanted to throw it away and I thought it was such a waste so I got it from her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. So you're gonna bring it back to your house in Kapit lah?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No lah. I'm gonna leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: And you take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*** I am NOT gonna take care of that turtle. I have an idiotic cat who meows in the middle of the night and has a weird hobby of licking shoes, I AM NOT gonna have another pet.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh come on. You're my daughter. Can't you at least do something for me? *Starts lecturing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest family ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to name the turtle and came up with some cute names but right after I've decided on a name, I looked right into the turtle's eyes and gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2500052279770473967?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2500052279770473967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2500052279770473967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2500052279770473967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2500052279770473967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-turtle-is-staring-at-me.html' title='OMG the turtle is staring at me'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4910164852642223985</id><published>2010-09-03T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:22:40.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks oh yeahh</title><content type='html'>Funniest thing I've read today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;hy does your cat bring you dead or dying creatures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;- Your cat realizes you are a totally incompetent mouser and is trying to educate you.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;- The cat is simply trying to make sure you have fresh food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My never cat doesn't do that though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's the holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Imma go out late at night. Go clubbing with ma sistas. Get drunk and run in the middle of the road. Ride motorcycles. Merempit pada waktu malam. Bergaul dengan bebas. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My mom would probably lock me in the room when she returns home from Kapit and will force me to study. GAHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Happy holidays!&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/500200004079572988-4910164852642223985?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4910164852642223985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4910164852642223985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4910164852642223985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4910164852642223985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-weeks-oh-yeahh.html' title='2 weeks oh yeahh'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-3499601890847518212</id><published>2010-09-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:10:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me on an airplane across the world</title><content type='html'>i feel so disappointed because mom told me that for the year end holidays, we're only gonna go to Kapit (where she works) and Sibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO SABAH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my add math i passed my add math hehehhehehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-3499601890847518212?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3499601890847518212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=3499601890847518212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3499601890847518212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/3499601890847518212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-me-on-airplane-across-world.html' title='take me on an airplane across the world'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1147338304575425518</id><published>2010-09-01T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:02:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya telah bangkit dari abu kekalahan</title><content type='html'>My dad just asked me the weirdest question ever. I'm cooking food &amp;nbsp;right now because I am obviously starving since I forgot to eat my lunch and my dad came to me and asked "Are you eating dinner tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABUDEN???!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad is so annoying haha. The other day, we went to bazaar Ramadhan to buy food and dad brought me to this stall cuz apparently the owner was his friend. Then suddenly he said "OH anak kamek suka kat ikan bakar kitak. Nya padah sedap!" just because he wanted a discount on the fish. And I was like 0___0!!!!!! I MEAN, WHO WAS THE ONE EATING 3/4 OF ONE HUGE IKAN TERUBOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish. But I don't really mind actually cuz I got my ikan sardine bakar and I am a very happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! AND GUESS WHAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED THE FREAKIN ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS PAPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YEAHHHHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After failing for two times in a row, getting 56 is so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very very happy person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: There's always a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing what I got for Chemistry, I got really depressed but today, I AM OVERJOYED TO THE ULTIMATE MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got 65 for my Bahasa Malaysia though, so I feel really embarrassed to claim to be a Malaysian. (I don't really care actually.) And I got 88 for English. Nyeheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I PASSED MY ADD MATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE YOU MAGGOTS WHO&amp;nbsp;THOUGHT&amp;nbsp;I COULDN'T DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1147338304575425518?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1147338304575425518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1147338304575425518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1147338304575425518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1147338304575425518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/saya-telah-bangkit-dari-abu-kekalahan.html' title='saya telah bangkit dari abu kekalahan'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2287598941061544033</id><published>2010-08-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:51:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JALUR GEMILANGGGGGGGG</title><content type='html'>it was a hell of a day. my eyes were so itchy like gila and I wanted to gorge my eye balls out and scratch them with a toothpick. I was so happy to get back home and right after i arrived home, I removed my contacts and wore my trusty ol' spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band AGM / barbecue this Saturday. Weee ~ can't wait eventhough we the committees are gonna be really really super busy cooking and putting up the decos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about that, I suddenly remember the combined band performance in 2008. Aish. First Seo In Gook. Now merdeka. WAE-YO????!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't freakin care anymore. I mean, you know. AHH fine. It's hard. Really hard. At least &amp;nbsp;I don't have any regrets right now. I told you how I felt, so what happened after that, I'm just gonna put them behind me and go on with life since that is what we are meant to do, to move on even though we come across bullshits in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, wait where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, no school!!! (and no tuition, which doesnt matter anymore since I've quit chemistry tuition)&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Which ALSO means, THE OPPORTUNITY TO SLEEP LATE AT NIGHT!!! (or early in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH. I'm gonna watch a marathon of sad korean dramas. Shaddap you. Leave me alone. I wanna cry by&amp;nbsp;myself&amp;nbsp;in front of the TV while hugging Lulu and eating instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ba bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2287598941061544033?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2287598941061544033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2287598941061544033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2287598941061544033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2287598941061544033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/jalur-gemilangggggggg.html' title='JALUR GEMILANGGGGGGGG'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-2002936774342912515</id><published>2010-08-29T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:16:12.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i give up?</title><content type='html'>I've given up on my chemistry. And to think that I actually did well for it after sitting for the paper. PSHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will change. Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;I bought my first ever pair of contacts lenses last night. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It took me sooooo long to put in on, and by the time I finally did it, my eyes were bloodshot. And don't even get me started on my attempt of taking them out. I was struggling to get them out because no 1, my nails were long and no2, i was afraid that i might poke my eye and bleed to death. Then the boss came over, opened my eyes, and tada, she removed one of the lenses. and I was like woah. Then I tried again for my left eye. Though it took me forever, i finally got it out (BTW right now my cat is screaming like mad and i don't know why)&lt;br /&gt;It was... hard work. haha. And my dad was like "So you should wake up like one hour earlier every single day so that you can put those contact lenses in". HMPH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cheap actually, considering the fact that that i paid for them MYSELF. My parents are the meanest people on Earth ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video shooting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it sounds funny to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seo In Gook. Why. WHY MUST YOU REMIND ME OF THAT PERSON?!?! WHY OH WHY??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old flames bebeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-2002936774342912515?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2002936774342912515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=2002936774342912515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2002936774342912515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/2002936774342912515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/should-i-give-up.html' title='should i give up?'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1166164493543441794</id><published>2010-08-19T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T05:25:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry that you, seem to be confused</title><content type='html'>Found out that my blood type is A.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got excited when I found out that Yunho has the same blood type HAHHA. what am I doing here anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1166164493543441794?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1166164493543441794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1166164493543441794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1166164493543441794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1166164493543441794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sorry-that-you-seem-to-be-confused.html' title='i&apos;m sorry that you, seem to be confused'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-1084632971468509044</id><published>2010-08-18T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T05:27:56.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wawawonder whyyy</title><content type='html'>and did I mention, our chemistry experiment exploded during the science, physics &amp;amp; chemistry exhibition yesterday? like literally exploded, bits and pieces of the petri dish could be seen flying away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon was heating up the sugar + potassium nitrate and I was trying to scrap off the residue from the solution in one of the used petri dishes when she yelled and pushed the dish away from the bunsen burner. I immediately turned away and went as far away as possible. Then I returned and saw holes in Sharon's uniform. Really. Those little holes with burn marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was that she wasn't worried about the fact that a few seconds ago her life might be at stake but instead, she was worried that her dad might butcher her for ruining her school uniform HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few drops of the melted sugar + potassium nitrate came in contact with her skin, I had some too but thank God, nothing serious happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiment was okay though (It could have been excellent if only the explosion did not happen haha) cuz the fire was really awesome &amp;amp; cool. I want to post a picture of it but i'm just too lazy to retrieve my camera from my room haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the coffee effect has died down and right now I desperately need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-1084632971468509044?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1084632971468509044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=1084632971468509044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1084632971468509044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/1084632971468509044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wawawonder-whyyy.html' title='i wawawonder whyyy'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7740741365898650156</id><published>2010-08-18T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:30:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but no matter how I try, I can't hate you anymore</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad for ignoring you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Invincible Youth yesterday and this made me laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Shin Young: All of you are in your finals and your exam is coming up. Are you stressed out?&lt;br /&gt;Student X: No.&lt;br /&gt;KSY: Oh, so that means you are ready to sit for the exam?&lt;br /&gt;X: Nope. I've given up.&amp;nbsp;I've decided not to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny because everyone else thought that she was being over confident before she explained about herself so when she finally did, I nearly died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;this time I am REALLY gonna fail in History BUT I'll try to pass my Add Math paper and to get an A in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quitting my chemistry tuition next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7740741365898650156?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7740741365898650156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7740741365898650156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7740741365898650156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7740741365898650156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-no-matter-how-i-try-i-cant-hate-you.html' title='but no matter how I try, I can&apos;t hate you anymore'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-8965801363730701516</id><published>2010-08-12T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:49:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mengapaaaaa?</title><content type='html'>Call of the Country / Secret Agent Miss Oh on KBS ended last Tuesday. I feel so empty now. When the drama aired, I would always look forward to Mondays and Tuesdays so the the rest of the days of the weeks would pass by in a flash. Now that the drama has ended, there's nothing else I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Do Hun :(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is coming up. And this time, my parents are expecting me to be in the top 10. GILA. OMGGG. HOW???!! Those 10 places have already been reserved by those bijak bijak people in my class. Since I got the 14th position last term, I shall now aim for 13. Yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-8965801363730701516?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8965801363730701516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=8965801363730701516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/8965801363730701516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/8965801363730701516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-is-it-so-panas.html' title='oh mengapaaaaa?'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-5931074757012600511</id><published>2010-08-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:25:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bo peep</title><content type='html'>i feel so bad for skipping tuition.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;but i've been doing this for so many times now so.. don't care lah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep AHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep bo peep AH AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-5931074757012600511?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5931074757012600511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=5931074757012600511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5931074757012600511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/5931074757012600511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/bo-peep.html' title='bo peep'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7703756200299002067</id><published>2010-08-06T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:58:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere inside my heart, you crashed like a strong wave</title><content type='html'>here's a short short short update. imma go get my bath after this (still in my school uniform hahaha shhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've FINALLY presented my oral. YEAH YEAH YEAH~. Gila nervous dude. I was afraid people might shoot me with questions that I cannot answer to. I think my response to Brenda's question was far far off from what she wanted hahha don't care lah. I'm happy enough with 28 marks. And that's out of 30. My first oral was better though. 30. Haiz. ahh no no martha. Be thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I had a heart attack when the person (whose first account I blocked in facebook) recently created a new account and added me. GILAAAAA. You're not supposed to know that i blocked you!! kantoi adohhhh ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Ryu Jin/ Han Do Hoon &amp;lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just called me on the phone and I answered "helloooo~~" like how you would normally greet a person in the morning.WHATTTTT?? I'm supposed to answer "Hello?" what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahnyeong!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7703756200299002067?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7703756200299002067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7703756200299002067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7703756200299002067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7703756200299002067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-inside-my-heart-you-crashed.html' title='somewhere inside my heart, you crashed like a strong wave'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-283363458774337410</id><published>2010-07-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:12:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeahhh</title><content type='html'>i've been watching Secret Agent Oh Hana / Call of the Country.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gakkkkk i fell in love with Han Do Hoon (the name of the character) &amp;lt;3333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-283363458774337410?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/283363458774337410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=283363458774337410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/283363458774337410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/283363458774337410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeahhh.html' title='yeahhh'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7217677210788789683</id><published>2010-07-19T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:35:03.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like insomniaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh-ahhhh</title><content type='html'>1.34 am. I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleep at 10 sumthing just now but for some stupid reasons, I woke up at 12.30 and now I can't sleep. ARGHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7217677210788789683?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7217677210788789683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7217677210788789683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7217677210788789683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7217677210788789683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/feels-like-insomniaaaaaaa-ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='feels like insomniaaaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh-ahhhh'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-4524112834976539126</id><published>2010-07-13T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:16:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterdaaaaaaaaaaaaay, all my problems seems so far awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>it's 5.15 am, i'm eating scrambled eggs and happily watching dramas in facebook. seriously, you should try it. Watching people fight in fb is sooo amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I karaoke-ed on karaokeplay last night. so fun lah. I remember singing "Yesterday" then I got emo hahahahha. Gila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-4524112834976539126?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4524112834976539126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=4524112834976539126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4524112834976539126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/4524112834976539126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterdaaaaaaaaaaaaay-all-my-problems.html' title='yesterdaaaaaaaaaaaaay, all my problems seems so far awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6985056067217533571</id><published>2010-06-30T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:09:37.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only you knew</title><content type='html'>You know?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so sad, I just wanna cry my entire heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so angry, I just wanna smash every piece of glass I come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so tired, I just wanna sleep forever and leave all this behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that you'd understand. I wish that you could just listen to me, listen to what I really have to say. I wish that I could just wake up one day with all these things lifted from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6985056067217533571?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6985056067217533571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6985056067217533571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6985056067217533571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6985056067217533571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only-you-knew.html' title='if only you knew'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-6997182837297950553</id><published>2010-06-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:55:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not done much these holidays (especially my homework!!!)&lt;br /&gt;english essay, moral stuffs, DIEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a recent discovery. I actually LOVE watching football. Seriously. My daddy told me that he is so proud of me. *ting ting ting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda late but SOUTH KOREA GOT 2 GOALS nyehnyehnyeh hehehehhehe &amp;lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-6997182837297950553?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6997182837297950553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=6997182837297950553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6997182837297950553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/6997182837297950553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-7778789203252928231</id><published>2010-05-31T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:36:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness. I'm going crazy.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I want to go on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; : What do you wanna watch there???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Give your mother a chance to use the computer, okay? I bought this........ (*lecturelecturelecture*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Can you go on facebook for a while?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; : *in a state of shock*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hello hello. Can you show me how to use facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; : But whyyyy?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: My friend uploaded a picture of me and I want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; : *Goes on facebook's main page* * looks at mom*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: And then what?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; : You need an account to see that picture.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh. Nevermind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Do you have photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: y-- No.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Can you install it for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: *makes a mental note to hide the CD* &amp;nbsp;I don't have the CD.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : I thought papa bought it for you last time?&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: Dunno. Hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : We'll buy it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: You know how to use photoshop or not?&lt;br /&gt;Mom : I want to learn lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;Mom : RAH RAH RAH AH AH&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: ............ma....&lt;br /&gt;Mom : ROMA RO MA MA A&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: MA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom : WHAT??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not joking. Am I laughing right now? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS???!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING???!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-7778789203252928231?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7778789203252928231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=7778789203252928231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7778789203252928231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/7778789203252928231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/madness-im-going-crazy.html' title='Madness. I&apos;m going crazy.'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500200004079572988.post-36757639441799830</id><published>2010-05-31T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:16:21.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo yu rimembahhhh?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have followed mom and dad back to the village. But then, we just went there like 3 days ago???!! And I don't feel the fun and joy when going back there. Yeah sure I do feel happy when relatives from all over the place return and meet up together in aunt's house but the hype dies down pretty quick. The adults go to the kitchen and talk their supposedly "adults'-only-conversations-that-young-kids-aren't-allowed-to-listen-to". The young ones go into their own mini worlds and create their own theme parks out of any random objects they come across and the rest will form their own sub-groups and do their own things. By sub groups, I'll explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The ngegehs &lt;i&gt;slash&lt;/i&gt; bimbos&lt;br /&gt;Most probably seen locking themselves inside the room and experimenting with make-ups. Otherwise, can be seen walking around the house in an orderly manner, giving deathly stares to people of lower standards like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The gamers.&lt;br /&gt;You can figure this out for yourself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Those annoying high pitched kids who just aspire to be your mini-me's.&lt;br /&gt;Can be referred to as your loyal 'shadows', always tagging along behind you and doing the exact same thing as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Can I see this? Can I have that? Can I borrow it? Can I play with it? Can I touch it?&lt;br /&gt;Self&amp;nbsp;explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The suck-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Usually seen with the adults. Will never EVER fail to present gossips to the adults. Willing to do ANYTHING just to be in the&amp;nbsp;favors of the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am in no way part of those groups. And what do I do, you ask? I would just normally sit alone outside of the house, listening to my earphone while messaging with my friends back in the city. (And yes, we do have Digi coverage in the village).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. It's not that I do not want to socialize. Dude, I tried okay??!!! They just didn't understand my jokes. Well maybe I didn't say a funny one but whatever. And there's the language factor. I prefer to converse either in English or Bahasa Sarawak. Mainly cuz I've been taught English as my first language and only got to learn bidayuh around 2 or 3. And people refer to me as "budak bandar yang tidak tahu apa-apa mengenai ayam dan lembu di kampung" so they'd just stay away from me. I CAN converse in bidayuh but it ticks me off when I say the wrong terms and they laugh. So I just, you know, shut my mouth when they talk to me and only nod my head and mumble "ya" or "tidak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were those nice cousins who actually tried to get me to talk by talking to me in English or bahasa sarawak but they talk about chickens and cows and Akademi Fantasia for goodness' sake!! So yeah I am back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets harder, now that my brother isn't with us anymore. Life in the village was bearable when he was here because I could just talk to him and ignore the rest of the world. But now,............. MENGAPAAAAAAA???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3 weeks holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500200004079572988-36757639441799830?l=theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/36757639441799830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500200004079572988&amp;postID=36757639441799830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/36757639441799830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500200004079572988/posts/default/36757639441799830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinsanelifeofaninsanegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/doo-yu-rimembahhhh.html' title='doo yu rimembahhhh?'/><author><name>sto(R)m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13053501123205762950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx36CPuyQy4/SxYYIdAKjlI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-yxDstdu02c/S220/051020091084-001edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
