<?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-36349591</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:51:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-3838428513918606334</id><published>2009-06-08T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:53:14.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's crazy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to love someone who's hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's crazier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to think that someone who hurt you loves you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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I MEAN. i'll prolly not do uh borderline okay in my tests. heh. eh that sounds mean too. uh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline is maybe i'll cancel that dream out like right now. ):&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i can continue dreaming that, and then maybe i'll start to study a whole lot and become a mugging geek all day. THATS ACTUALLY NOT A BAD IDEA! alright i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i think i'll rather forget that dream or just store it away for later use. cos as of right now, im still trying to get myself hyped up about the holidays just like any other normal person.&lt;br /&gt;im normal, im normal im normal. or maybe not. im still not as glad the holidays are here, ive tried the whole day to get myself hyped about it. anyone thinks im crazy? i think maybe i am. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! im even talking to myself. ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6184170866272314513?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6184170866272314513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6184170866272314513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6184170866272314513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6184170866272314513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-of-today-i-mean-now-my-dream-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-7606705474425358978</id><published>2008-05-20T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:37:31.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody want to get me lucky roses? ;] &lt;br /&gt;eh actually they're just normal roses. given to me for luck. heh&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what colour, anything'll do. SO NOW YOU KNOW IM NOT PICKY WILL YOU GET IT FOR ME? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did you know i thought i had the best sitting partner in class last year. she let me sleep through lessons wout ever waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i thought i had the cutest and most wonderful sitting partner. she woke me up once the teacher started his maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;apparently she really thought i could concentrate though i was groggy and blur. haha&lt;br /&gt;i think she may just become my best sitting partner this year ;]&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, shes really amusing the way she wakes you up and tries to keep you awake though you just smile lazily at her and drift in and out of lalaland. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint it strange how different perspectives are in different classes. haha&lt;br /&gt;i loved my partner last year, she let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i love my partner this year, she wakes me up and tries to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. just cause i feel like saying this, i thought i only promised you to blog one post about how dumb/irritating/weird/... i am. how come im writing so much now? your post was done like uh a long time ago. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i think i really am cuckooed. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7606705474425358978?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7606705474425358978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7606705474425358978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7606705474425358978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7606705474425358978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucky-roses-anybody-want-to-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-6409115660176011629</id><published>2008-05-16T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:57:54.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PE SONGS ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;secone: ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I WANNA SING SONG - sings any extremely random song that pops into anyone's head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sectwo: got standard song alr! - lalala lalalalala lala lala lalala lalala lalalalala POP GOES THE WEASEL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;secthree! : I LEARNT NEW WORDS. - round and round the cobbler's bench the monkey chased the weasel the monkey thought it was all in fun POP GOES THE WEASEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised there's another part to the song. - lalala lalalalala lalalala lalalalala lalala lala lalaaaaaaaaaaa POP GOES THE WEASEL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i post the most randomest stuff hahaha&lt;br /&gt;im not a deprived kid in school.&lt;br /&gt;i have lotsa entertainment and silly stupid dumb whatever you want kinda jokes.&lt;br /&gt;im a real entertained and made to laugh stupid girl who sleeps alot. ironic eh.&lt;br /&gt;who said school wasnt amusing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6409115660176011629?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6409115660176011629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6409115660176011629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6409115660176011629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6409115660176011629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/pe-songs-secone-ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-2950089456339912802</id><published>2008-05-10T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:01:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 days free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1 im gna become superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i eat super-rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#2 im gna become wonderwoman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i eat wonder-rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say random lines that pop into my head and make my partner laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i did learn something interesting from geography though i slept for say 3/4 of the period! i think its called selective hearing. cos i dint hear anything else she said besides super-rice and wonder-rice. haha it wasnt really anything interesting anyway i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart in the leaf ;]&lt;br /&gt;zahrah you must be real interesting cos i heard what you said in my sleep! hahaahahah.&lt;br /&gt;you're so adorable lah. jolene wants to steal you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting real random, but the next time i go out with sheriel again, im gna buy one of those luck thingys and find out what manhattan dots are. im serious know. what the hell are they? im really wanna find out. haha i think it sounds cute. maaaaaaaanhaaaaaaaaaatennnnnnnn dottttttttttttttttttttts. hahaha yeah i was saying that in the disney restaurant. i think the disney restaurant's lollypops are yummy! im gna go eat lollypops from there from now on. hahaha but i'll prolly get broke eating $1++ lollypops. ah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollypops lollypops lollypops lollypops. LOLLYPOP BANANA. HAHAHAHAHAH keh i just remembered that, from like secone. hahahahahhaah. lollypop banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im late. im supposed to meet someone at four. which is. hahahaahah now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday dean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont write anything here since i'll prolly be telling you everything afterwards. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-2950089456339912802?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/2950089456339912802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=2950089456339912802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2950089456339912802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2950089456339912802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-days-free.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-7624909124468110900</id><published>2008-05-07T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:48:04.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The good things in life are hard to find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont go looking through my mind, there're stuff there about you that i dont want you to know. maybe i'll tell you soon, but not now, im still unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bake. i wanna bake. i wanna bake. i wanna bake :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;keh thats for the four people who're gna be baking in far far away eunos tomorrow. haha&lt;br /&gt;wait no. thursday. eh tomorrow's what day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brudder's asking why're all the hot ones in school mine. hahahah. cos they like me mahhhhhhhhhhhh ;] ( and i found them first what. hahaha you slow! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear, you better be careful know. my brudder wants to kidnap you, and then ask me for ransom. and her ransom is like two other girls. okay which means you are quite hot lah. cos she says you're the best. 'the hottest and prettiest in dance. she's yours aiyahhhhh. nevermind her friend's mine ' HAHAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i like getting wet playing games. though wet clothes stick to your body after that. haha okay fine im weird. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i forgot what i was supposed to do. so i'll go ohmmmmmm and try to remember. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7624909124468110900?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7624909124468110900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7624909124468110900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7624909124468110900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7624909124468110900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-things-in-life-are-hard-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-1658245981044640985</id><published>2008-05-02T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:09:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im dumb and i just proved so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM SURPRISED YOU'RE HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay. thats for you, me and whoever's reading this. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing im actually here. JOLENE, NOW MY BLOG'S NOT AS DEAD AS YOURS. HAHA! okay not now, but as soon as i post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. oh yeah im here cos some scandalous guy ( four hours uh. &lt;strong&gt;you animal!&lt;/strong&gt; hehe ) i talked to for three hours plusplusplus told me to tell as many people i could about how dumb/weird/irritating/idiotic i can be. uh yes. and im listening to him cos, he promised me something. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell uses those yknow, idiot-proof popcorn bag thingys that you put into the microwave to pop, and manages to make the thing seem like its gna explode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh and after that, i threw the bag down 10stories outta the window, cos i thought it was gna explode anytime. then i ran down to take, okay scrape that. i kicked it to the rubbish area.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wears slippers, SLIPPERS. and get blisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who drinks milo and then burps nonstop about like three times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just so you know, milo;s not gassy or whatever, so like uh. where's the burp coming from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who buys 30bucks worth of chocolates and then leaves them in the car to melt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lor.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best! which is the main reason why im even posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who asks for an airticket to belgium from a guy, and his bed in his house too ( he doesnt have spare beds ), and proposes he sleeps on the floor, just cos he asks you to be his 'gf' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, that scandalous guy agreed ( i was actually kidding ) and promised my airticket will be ready once i have permission. HAHAHAHAHA. WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thankyou thank you for keeping the teensy weeny puny pile of peanuts and fries for me. hehe. i think i know why alison said that after what happened. hahaha you're nice. real nice. and since you're that nice, i shall not call you that scandalous guy anymore and give you a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how about dominic? ;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1658245981044640985?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1658245981044640985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1658245981044640985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1658245981044640985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1658245981044640985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-dumb-and-i-just-proved-so.html' title='im dumb and i just proved so.'/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-5592597502926181704</id><published>2008-01-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:44:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be nice. really nice, and remember mhat nice means.&lt;br /&gt;i need a bigger heart, bigger brain capacity, and much much much bigger tolerance. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats good about having an almost non-existant blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody comes to it anymore, and then you can just say anything and noone'll notice. heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats goodddddd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5592597502926181704?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5592597502926181704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5592597502926181704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5592597502926181704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5592597502926181704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-9186562163591588210</id><published>2007-12-07T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:20:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee, im wondering why in the world do people find facebook so fun and intriguing. however you spell that, its mainly something like friendster, multiply, wayn, whatever connection things. okay fineeeeee. its a little cute with all the sheep throwing, hugging, kicking of butts, but facebooks a tad more irrtating! its filling up mailboxes with every single action someone did to your page, or did concerning you. -.- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141048524193047698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/R1isZPGSpJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Pj-p_ygAcOE/s320/facebook%27s+irritating.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah you can click. it shows 58 msges, ( yepp/ i dont keep most of my mails. if the titles dont catch my eye i dont even read them. ) half of them are like facebooks. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;and i just joined facebook &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. sheesh./&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-9186562163591588210?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/9186562163591588210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=9186562163591588210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/9186562163591588210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/9186562163591588210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/12/gee-im-wondering-why-in-world-do-people.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/R1isZPGSpJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Pj-p_ygAcOE/s72-c/facebook%27s+irritating.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-6850222303518160948</id><published>2007-11-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:36:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear you dont know who my special seven is/are, and you prolly cant ever guess.&lt;br /&gt;please dont try to, its not really something people should know, they consist of the most unexpected people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you're just not who you think you are to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6850222303518160948?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6850222303518160948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6850222303518160948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6850222303518160948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6850222303518160948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-swear-you-dont-know-who-my-special.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-6906835795730825249</id><published>2007-11-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:00:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay just to clarify things with some people from primary schools and other other people,&lt;br /&gt;those two posts were rants, and they were not like really personal, and even if the last post some of it was true, it doesnt have anything to do w my sec school, but probably with crescent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6906835795730825249?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6906835795730825249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6906835795730825249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6906835795730825249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6906835795730825249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-just-to-clarify-things-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-563879365150590066</id><published>2007-11-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:00:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SPECIAL SEVEN;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh5vcdI4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/PjmA2uRkXhk/s1600-h/theJoannie%3BD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127807664098452354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh5vcdI4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/PjmA2uRkXhk/s320/theJoannie%3BD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh5_cdI5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/99ycYd6Aa88/s1600-h/CIMG3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127807668393419666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh5_cdI5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/99ycYd6Aa88/s320/CIMG3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh6fcdI6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WdHkst-JG2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127807676983354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh6fcdI6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WdHkst-JG2Q/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh6fcdI7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2IhtLqPs6k/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127807676983354290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh6fcdI7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2IhtLqPs6k/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seriouslyyyyyy,  ______ shld stop trying to ________ other people's ___________ and saying things like yeahhhhhhhh. cos your actions, we can tell you want what it used to be, for that mere say &lt;em&gt;two months&lt;/em&gt;!?  back off and find another one thats not alr claimed. it'll be easier since you wont have to deal w the many other girlfriends no? oh what bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-563879365150590066?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/563879365150590066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=563879365150590066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/563879365150590066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/563879365150590066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-special-seven-youll-always-be-part.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rymh5vcdI4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/PjmA2uRkXhk/s72-c/theJoannie%3BD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-6240905137017142901</id><published>2007-10-31T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:07:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASSHOLEEEEEEEEEEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joelle ah joelle. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope this is not to revive/save/whatever you wanted to call this my blog. nor is this a reply to people who have been talling me to update or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more of a i-feel-like-ranting-so-i-came-here-cos-ive-nowhere-else-to-do-so kinda thing., and also cos i think it'll be a little mad if i started talking to myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's a not really interesting post ahead, and its at your liberty to read it cos you prolly wont be able to understand much of it unless youre like some person who really understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and there aint many of those around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow im really wondering why some people try to change themselves a total 360 degrees, just to get a friend in someone they think they like, not really because of his behaviour, his personality, but kinda like say, cos of his looks, the people around him, his popularity, what he does, what his family background is like and all that bullshit that can change in like just a split second. sometimes its not really you that have to change isn't it? its more of like the both of you just dont click. and what he doesnt like in you, may just be the thing someone else is looking for in a friend. unless its some outrageous stuff like uhhhhhhhh, selfishness/ruthlessness that like oh i dont know, people who are looking for partners in crimes want? oh sheesh! but seriously, dont ya feel like why he just doesnt seem to care as much like your bestfriend or somebody close to you does may be cos you just really dont click. like you can be friends, just not really close/good ones, but yeahhhhhh you know what i mean. ( or maybe you dont, but then agn its my ranting and its you who chose to read it! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont change yourself totally just cos of someone. aint it better to only change the parts where you yourself know its not really that right, but still knowing its you. instead of totally changing to fit into his world, only to lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you yourself dont know who you are, who will?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aint it better to just be yourself and not try to be someone else you're not, just to 'fit in' with others. just who are these people youre trying to 'fit in' with if its not you. can they ever be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow the word friends seems to have a really strong feeling to me, that its not someone you can just laugh with, to be entertained by, or all those things little kids always thought of. ( and i mean those 3-5yr olds. yknow, those: you give me a sweet, i'll be your friend things. ) rather, they are what is mentioned above, and also much more. like making time for you when you call even when they're having a busy time, and listening to what ya have to say even if its really dumb like say calling at 3 in the morning asking you to just talk to them cos they're scared/cant sleep/whatever, and you actually do so for like 4 hours or so even when you've been up since 5 the previous night and you really need sleep for the next day. little things like that really means alot and it further enhances the word friends. though the same words may have many diff categories, like people you just met and know, you call them friends, people whom you dont like, but are like working w you on something, you also call them friends, and you know, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think some people should just not call others names just cos some people cant seem to do things well, and cant seem to keep many friends arnd them for long, and seems to be the most hated creature while that person still thinks the world of himself and thinks everything thats happening to him is the other person's fault, not his own. and seriously. im wondering who&lt;br /&gt;cares when you cry, scream, kick, shriek, bitch( except the person youre bitching abt and calling names, of cos), and oh everything you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. some people complain that they're ____, and dont even have a ___, but then they go out and buy all those _________ things, and keeps on _______ the same things _________, until some people even their extremely close friends call them __________ and _______ _____. yepp you can try to fill them in, but its not really that easy. and you can ask me if you want, so whats the point of guessing? lousy pokes. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i forgot what else i wanted to rant abt alr, so i'll stop here for the time being, and anyway, all those paragraphs up there, i used 'he/them/she' as they're like normal words used to represent humans. they do not necessarily represent the gender of some people i may be referring specifically to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, some of what i said may partly refer to me as well, i dont deny, and you dont need to call me a bitch. yeah i know i bitch alot. like the ' not so innocent ' bunch in my class and a few other funny people yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genes in the family are really really amusing. they end up in the most unexpected people, making two most not-really-alike-when-younger cousins really close and extremely the same! as i just found out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6240905137017142901?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6240905137017142901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6240905137017142901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6240905137017142901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6240905137017142901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/10/assholeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-6814310820032377017</id><published>2007-09-17T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:33:51.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why cant you be who you are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why must you follow others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder whats your problem.&lt;br /&gt;first its this, then its that.&lt;br /&gt;and you dont mean half, oh wait! make that practically all, the words you say.&lt;br /&gt;you say this, but you end up doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;read: that being exactly the opposite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;dont go smoking just cos you think its cool cos they're dng so.&lt;br /&gt;dont go applying makeup just cos you think everyone's dng so.&lt;br /&gt;dont go wearing things you dont feel like wearing just cos you see others dng so.&lt;br /&gt;dont buy things you say you cant afford just cos you see everyone wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;dont go doing all those things lest people say youre a cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;dont go pretending you're who you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats just not you! and a thousand and one people can tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6814310820032377017?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6814310820032377017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6814310820032377017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6814310820032377017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6814310820032377017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-cant-you-be-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-3449867836403116918</id><published>2007-09-06T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:18:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rt-2yTBcg7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Kz79_3umE6Y/s1600-h/14789676.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107001477677482930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rt-2yTBcg7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Kz79_3umE6Y/s320/14789676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (hehe. cute little thing./)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh baby you're so fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yes im sure you know you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;you say you have forgotten me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but i say dont you play w me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i say here, i say now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you say go, but nope it dont count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what you say you know i do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but when it goes away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; will do!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wahpiang. i swear the lyrics you changed are supa hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ohgosh. okayokay i'll stop putting all of them up. hehehehehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but it really effing funny what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ahahahahahahahhahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay. entertaining toothead. you bimbambonk. ;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-3449867836403116918?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/3449867836403116918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=3449867836403116918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3449867836403116918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3449867836403116918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/09/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rt-2yTBcg7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Kz79_3umE6Y/s72-c/14789676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-4974983864714795970</id><published>2007-09-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:48:28.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apologize - OneRepublic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down, but wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothin new&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red-&lt;br /&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say...&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge (guitar/piano)&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kayyyyyyy. DONE! ;DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;thnks sweetie for finding the song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-4974983864714795970?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/4974983864714795970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=4974983864714795970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4974983864714795970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4974983864714795970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/09/apologize-onerepublic-im-holding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-3371926680063243248</id><published>2007-09-03T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:14:16.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOANNE;S GNA BECOME A NO-LIFE LOSER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon. cos of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, i need someone who can be w me most of the time, or in contact w me,&lt;br /&gt;who can make me study even if i dont wna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYONE ELIGIBLE OR MAYBE WANT TO TRY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, i didnt think so&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANNY SERVICES REQUIRED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay from talking to cheryl, i found out and decided that i need a nanny./&lt;br /&gt;-.- but quite true. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyy. she says i shld learn how to nanny myself. EHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALLY A FEASIBLE IDEA&lt;br /&gt;this nanny'll prolly kill your child! which in this case is myself, which means, i'll prolly kill myself and still not get any studying done.&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooo. hehe. nahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;which means, &lt;strong&gt;NANNY SERVICES STILL REQUIRED! &lt;/strong&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh andddddd.&lt;br /&gt;say hi to my newly found lover7! ;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105857100821332898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rtul-zBcg6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yfe201JKYLo/s320/796461218l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot bimbo ariel navas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you can say hi to these ppl too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover1- bearbear shaomin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover2- granddaughter michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover3- twinny sheriel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover4- granny joelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover5- bestie lisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover6- sweetie kia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY/ YOU KNOW I LOVE YA, BOYFRIEND ;D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azelie hannie han han.&lt;br /&gt;hannie honey bun bun bun.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH. I FORGOT THE REST. okay but quite cute right ;d&lt;br /&gt;so ahhhhh-dorable okay! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and my song leh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-3371926680063243248?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/3371926680063243248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=3371926680063243248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3371926680063243248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3371926680063243248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/09/joannes-gna-become-no-life-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rtul-zBcg6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yfe201JKYLo/s72-c/796461218l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-2495154663801509443</id><published>2007-08-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:53:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeee. lousy.&lt;br /&gt;why're there so many people w god-sis/god-bro/ HAIYAH. GOD-FAMILY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not cute and special anymoreeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;esp since that person person over there supposedly has one too.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, beaverday's 6th,&lt;br /&gt;bimboday's 26th,&lt;br /&gt;WHATS COMING ON THE 16TH!?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. what abt &lt;strong&gt;guppy!&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;okay but then beaverday wont be special anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly joannie goes into a mind blank mode and doesnt remember what she wanted to say. ehhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;thats sad/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I GOT MY JERSEYYYYY! AND ITS PRETTYYYYYY :D yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-2495154663801509443?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/2495154663801509443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=2495154663801509443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2495154663801509443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2495154663801509443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/08/eeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-1473777652003897753</id><published>2007-08-12T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:30:37.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought click was supposed to be a comedy, but i kinda think its more of one which shows you the value of family, and how youre like supposed to treasure them or something like that. :]&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' If you judge people, you have no time to love them. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' This is the way of peace: overcome the evil with good, falsehood with truth, and hatred with love. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Joy is too exquisite to last, yet more exquisite when past. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Grace is the beauty of form, under the influence of freedom. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;' Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. '&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Life is a journey to be savoured every step of the way. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1473777652003897753?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1473777652003897753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1473777652003897753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1473777652003897753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1473777652003897753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-thought-click-was-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-7180445198956265052</id><published>2007-08-11T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:56:01.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;things change all the time, and nothing would ever be the same. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so dont ever use the words 'never' or 'forever' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd just be lying no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well or maybe only in this sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there'll never be anything that would stay the same forever.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy. i have armloads/truckloads/lorryloads/shiploads/planeloads of things to blog abt, but hehe. im busyyyyyyy. so maybe, just maybe when the photos get sent. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for my reference,&lt;br /&gt;june.- random pics, sheriel you baboon.&lt;br /&gt;july.- pics. serena you boongalang.&lt;br /&gt;3 aug- study date w jen&amp;azelie.&lt;br /&gt;4 aug- pics&lt;br /&gt;6aug- pic pianooooo.&lt;br /&gt;7 aug- love. :D&lt;br /&gt;8 aug- ndb. coldrock, bakinggggg. chalet.&lt;br /&gt;9 aug- HAPPY NATIONAL DAYYYYY. chalet, home fun.&lt;br /&gt;10 aug- ikea, bc, movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZEL YOU NEFIENEK. PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;IM GNA BITE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not. :/ then you wont be here anymore. gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7180445198956265052?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7180445198956265052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7180445198956265052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7180445198956265052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7180445198956265052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-change-all-time-and-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-6580853515070593850</id><published>2007-08-01T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:59:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;death is the end of a life;&lt;br /&gt;but not a relationship, nor a bond.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093668654737962594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBYp3EytmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/20yDtxH1MDI/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;okay ive no idea whats the thing w lots and lots of people gng into international school.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf. WE ALL LOVE SPORE. HAHA. OKAY&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY AUGUST DAYYYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;and that was made up like. tdy, by yours truly. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheriel&lt;/strong&gt; you owe me a thousand and one pictures from what. before sch reopened. I WANT MY PICTURES YOU. and for once being skinny and pretty doesnt help you. hmph. i gave you one week cos of that alr! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serena&lt;/strong&gt; you owe me pics too okayyyyyyyyy. blawr. dammit. how many people did i take pictures w. or maybe how many people's CAMERA did i use? -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely refuse to add azel's name to the list cos shes non-existant. to sending pictures. just like her phone. HAHA. okay joanne shutup. dont be mean.&lt;br /&gt;andand. oh! hahahaha but she did send some. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:280707-studydate@bugis"&gt;280707-studydate@bugis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093642549926737426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBA6XEythI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L-iGopEkrKw/s320/IMG_3630.jpg" border="0" /&gt; you know this is like so rare to find okay. someone who can actually tie my hair neatly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;credits: my mum. x) hehe &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093642554221704738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBA6nEytiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Nt8AyVyrihc/s320/IMG_3642.jpg" border="0" /&gt; godsis trying to take a self-obsessed pix. and yeah, failedddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093642554221704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBA6nEytjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/TgtgdKfjMwM/s320/IMG_3646.jpg" border="0" /&gt; hehehehe. see. i told you shes like &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;unglam/ and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;yepp, i also absolutely refuse to put the one thats edited. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093642554221704770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBA6nEytkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iRd8-2btC2U/s320/IMG_3652.jpg" border="0" /&gt; eh! YOURE ENGLISH WRONG LAH. ITS &lt;strong&gt;'SUPPOSED' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093642558516672082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBA63EytlI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mjwcE1kDwiw/s320/IMG_3659.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HEHEHEHE. MY SIGN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh. and guess what. joanne's a little bored and okay fine. maybe l-a-z-y seems more like it, to upload pics, so if you wna view them, for ive no idea what absurd reasons, unless youre like hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;you can kindly please make your way to wadwereyouthinking/shedmysoul. they're all @blogspot btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnnnn, oh haha. i dont know. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;oh i was supposed to put up joelley monkey's pictures tooooo, and the pics kia edited.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. guess whatttttttt. blogger has mood swings. tsk. and i thought you were an auntie. okay it doesnt actually make sense, but haha. i think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. I FORGOT. 270707~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday shaomin bearbear! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;even though you call me joanneah, okay i'll allow you but only you are allowed to call me that. cos well, i do call you shaominah afterall. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;happy birthday audreyyyyyyyyyy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-310707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Im not gna put their pics cos well, yeah. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think im done. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhh. hahahaha you know whatttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;wenmin's curses do come true. she was cursing and cursing everyone else to get a one in tdy's maths game, and tadahhhhh. everyone gets it. and guess who started w a zero and ended w an even bigger one. -.- how dumb can one get you tell me. she even decorated the last zero and gave it adorable freckles!&lt;br /&gt;and that ohso dumb and retarded and blahblah whatever stuff is none other than ME! Like duhhhh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i think im really done. heeeeeheeeeee. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:280707-studydate@bugis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6580853515070593850?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6580853515070593850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6580853515070593850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6580853515070593850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6580853515070593850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/08/death-is-end-of-life-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RrBYp3EytmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/20yDtxH1MDI/s72-c/IMG_1578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-7800435543357359756</id><published>2007-07-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:50:39.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seem to love quizzes nowadays. hmm/&lt;br /&gt;nahhh. its that sillybilly's fault. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 9 people you trust &amp; can think of right off the top of yourhead?&lt;br /&gt; Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 9 people...&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first...&lt;br /&gt;now its not in any order. just purely random./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lisa [:&lt;br /&gt;2. sherrie [:&lt;br /&gt;3. kia [:&lt;br /&gt;4. godsis [:&lt;br /&gt;5. chandini [:&lt;br /&gt;6. yvonne [:&lt;br /&gt;7. ben [:&lt;br /&gt;8. aaron tan [:&lt;br /&gt;9. shaomin [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 8? (aaron tan) wahpiang. same as the last time one. - - i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met1? (lisa) hehe. i wont have such a cute bestfriend. &lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated? (yvonne&amp;sherrie) ehhhhh. they'll never do that. im sure. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry? (godsis) unfortunately yupp. dont you think its sad when someone you love cries?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 1 is cute? (lisa) HAHA. YEPP. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 7? (ben) hes my favourite brotherrrrrr. actually, my only brother. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number3? (kia) sureeeee. if i ever do meet her.&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite color? (ben) he got fav colour meh. tsk. anything also can lah.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed theyloved you? (yvonne) she alr did. a longlonglonglonglong time ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 8: (aaron tan) hes not in spore now. and has a bloody irritating gf. oops?&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with? (godsis) meeeeee. (: nahhh nobody.&lt;br /&gt;who is number 9 to you? (shaomin) my classmate, my friend, my bearbear whos so suaku. what else? &lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 1? (lisa) hehe. sure!&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single? (sherrie) hahahah. shld be.&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live? (ben) in the room next to mine= MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3? (kia) shes a real sweetie, my first ever bestfriend whom ive never met. :/&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 4? (godsis) shes my godsis. :D &lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 5? (chandini) she talks alot and can always be hyper w you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wna ask what does this have anything to do w trusting those few people? tsk. meaningless no link thingy. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;cheerup azelieeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Joannie's always here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;in the earlyearly morning, latelate night, hothot afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;so long as the phone's working,&lt;br /&gt;she'll always be there. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7800435543357359756?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7800435543357359756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7800435543357359756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7800435543357359756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7800435543357359756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-seem-to-love-quizzes-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-3632934336299793522</id><published>2007-07-17T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:58:41.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my belgium sweeties &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&amp; yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088113546172040674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RpycT_BwBeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Jd15w-pZd0o/s320/kia_LOVES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kiaaaaa. hehe. first belgium sweetie; the one who uhhhhh made me known to four others. hehe. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905018450380274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rp9sJvBwBfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gh--GJ623JA/s320/tine_EDITED.bmp" border="0" /&gt;tine! HAHA. okay shes gna do something. (: oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so i just went thru lots of things in well yeah. there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its weird how we used to be that. and now we're this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf. i just found out iguana has a blog. HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway. ANYWAY. back to topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i may not be there all the time now, but hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still love you lahhhhh. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;awwww. so sweet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss calling you little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss gng out w you almost every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyahhhhh a miss everything we used to do together lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. apparently thats a faster way yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better than a whole list anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905022745347586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rp9sJ_BwBgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WrwbPkayY5M/s320/lisaaaaaaaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy birthday yap mei jun lisa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i know its on 21st july, but i dont care. im gna be the first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its been 7years w you when there's only been 14! loveyou twinny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;btw. aint this colour cedar's uniform blue? hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Free Online Dating" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i say this is bullshit. HAHA IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE BULLSHIT. WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-3632934336299793522?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/3632934336299793522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=3632934336299793522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3632934336299793522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3632934336299793522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-belgium-sweeties-yesterday-kiaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RpycT_BwBeI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Jd15w-pZd0o/s72-c/kia_LOVES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-3619136177855376458</id><published>2007-07-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:17:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rpd4XvBwBdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ErcTnVohCD4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086666653294396882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rpd4XvBwBdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ErcTnVohCD4/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the meaning and significance behind it all. the things it reminds me of/. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks chanchan sunshine. ;D&lt;br /&gt;there's something about this ive just told you and well,&lt;br /&gt;thanks lovely. i know you know what im talking about. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was from the wedding btw, and yes its the only one i have as of now.&lt;br /&gt;i have bangs, i love my bangs, so just shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;you dint even &lt;strong&gt;recognize&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;so what right have you to criticize, and hey. i dint ask for your opinion too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway everyone else says its nice and so even if i choose to delude myself and believe them even if they may not have meant it, whats your problem w that.&lt;br /&gt;im deluding myself! not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of being nice to you, im tired of acting like i dont care when i do. &lt;strong&gt;verymuch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so screwed by not being able to be myself. by having to put on a facade in front of people who used to know absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;its all because of you. i dont know what i did/didnt do to be dumb enough for allowing it but yeah i cant undo it now can i.&lt;br /&gt;but im telling you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont like you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dislike you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i say hate? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i could be a pretty truthful girl if i wanted to. now wont you believe me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-3619136177855376458?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/3619136177855376458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=3619136177855376458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3619136177855376458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3619136177855376458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/07/meaning-and-significance-behind-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rpd4XvBwBdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ErcTnVohCD4/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-6501373676931005875</id><published>2007-07-09T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:53:52.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midnight Sons - If Only Tears Could Bring You Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I start&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow without you here&lt;br /&gt;Who's heart will guide me&lt;br /&gt;When all the answers disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late&lt;br /&gt;Are you too far gone to stay&lt;br /&gt;This one's forever&lt;br /&gt;Should never have to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm only half without you&lt;br /&gt;How will I make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only love could find a way&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, what I would give&lt;br /&gt;If you returned to me someday&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someway&lt;br /&gt;If my tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry you an ocean&lt;br /&gt;If you'd sail on home again&lt;br /&gt;Wings of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Will carry you, I know they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just light will guide you&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will chart the course&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll be drifting&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of your true north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you will see a million tears have gone by&lt;br /&gt;And still they're not dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only love could find a way&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, what I would give&lt;br /&gt;If you returned to me someday&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someway&lt;br /&gt;If my tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you close&lt;br /&gt;And shout the words I only whispered before&lt;br /&gt;For one more chance, for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I would not give and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;If only love could find a way&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, what I would give&lt;br /&gt;If you returned to me someday&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someway&lt;br /&gt;If my tears could bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome song. i like! ;D yepp. im singing this. i finally found a song.&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to memorize lyrics. haha. oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this' quite a nice song you know. i love m2m.  hehe. and jie alr intro-ed this song to me. :]&lt;br /&gt;but hell.&lt;br /&gt;there was a meaning to it when &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; sent it wasnt there. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M2m - Don't Mess With My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were a friend of mine but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You tried to fit into the arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;You moved right in behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows friends don't do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were somebody I could trust&lt;br /&gt;You always said you were happy for us&lt;br /&gt;How could you go and break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;When you knew all along he was mine from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;And you know we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take everything I own&lt;br /&gt;Ooh just leave that boy alone&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my&lt;br /&gt;Mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came right over and looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You said the stories were rumors and lies&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could believe in you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry to say he told me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;And you know we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take everything I own&lt;br /&gt;Ooh just leave that boy alone&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my&lt;br /&gt;Mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't do what you do&lt;br /&gt;There's no excuseI'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;I thought you cared about me&lt;br /&gt;But now I see&lt;br /&gt;All you care about is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;And you know we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Take everything own&lt;br /&gt;Ooh just leave that boy alone&lt;br /&gt;He's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my&lt;br /&gt;Mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey bitch, tell you what. you really dont know anything do you. and i think you only know my name cos of the address. if not you'd only know me as&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; girl. is that not so! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) you never were my friend in the first place. i jolly well know i dont even know you much less your name or whoever you're related to.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) i didnt do a single damn thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) i dont fucking know what you're on abt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;were the one who suggested it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) i dint reply &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) i dont know i even got into the picture, or maybe you sent to the wrong person, but hell. there's not that many people in the world w that unique name of jurenqe is there. so i know it was def for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) whats your bloody problem. we dint even talk for like what &lt;strong&gt;four &lt;/strong&gt;years. then when we start talking agn cos of well, i dont rightly know, his lovely ex comes and sprouts nonsense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) im single and kinda happy abt that i think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) i think youre damn retarded. please go find out your facts first. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) ive every right to think youre a psycho who got the wrong person though its not really possible from the names and yeah content. and can like just tell the police youre some psychopath whos stalking me cos of her ex and harassing me. ESP SINCE IM NOT THE ONE YOURE LOOKING FOR. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well that abt summarises everything huh. if its still not clear enough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh do be kind and drop me another email? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe then i'll type out everything extremely clearly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that a dumbass like you can get all her facts right before she comes yelling at people who dont know what the fuck is gng on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and btw? if you really do want him that much, why'd you even initiate it in the first place. pure stupidity dont you agree. but now i bet it wont be the same agn huh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since he was gna ask you if you dint ask first. so in the end its still the same thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i bet you dint know that too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just how much do you not know and whats your point? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people like you just dont get it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a life and move on. whats so hard? (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6501373676931005875?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6501373676931005875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6501373676931005875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6501373676931005875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6501373676931005875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/07/midnight-sons-if-only-tears-could-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-1469368345334219529</id><published>2007-07-07T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:44:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heheheheheehe. Chaand's wedding was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i like indian weddings alot.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway. daniel&amp;lelynn are here and sheesh they're really small.&lt;br /&gt;its weird seeing little kids in the hse.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;but they're really adorable and damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;'esp the shoes! thats damn funny lah.'&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh about the wedding. pics are not w me. so yeahhhhh. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1469368345334219529?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1469368345334219529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1469368345334219529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1469368345334219529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1469368345334219529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/07/heheheheheehe.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-4441813234753174033</id><published>2007-06-30T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:42:14.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lovely ellie tagged me w quizzes. - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE THEY ARE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and geez. is the double date on mon 2/7 still on. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ edit] yes it was awesomeeeee ;D more when pictures come into my hands or com. or whatever. [/edit] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your middle name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why dont i have one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want oneeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How big is your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gee. ive no idea. its just A BED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God blessed the broken road (:&lt;br /&gt;What are the last 4 digits in yourcellphone number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4809&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breakfast at 11am. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think its all sun. but the fan's blowing at me so i dont really know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some random friend of my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite type of Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. hehe. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yepp ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;hm no? hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever get so drunk you don’t remember the entire night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i prefer to remain silent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brown.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts/glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite holiday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think there's something in all that i like. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Movie you Watched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean's thirteen. hahah [ edit] actually as of 4/7 tdy, its transformers! [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;What books are you reading? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sidney sheldon's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piercings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY EARS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a walk to remember ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite college football Team?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blankblankblank./ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What were you doing before filling this out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing(: im still doing them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any pets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogs or cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Flower?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think most flowers are pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever loved someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupp. i love lots of people. :DDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would you like to see right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheheheheheheheheheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fake one yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un-uniquely right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a tattoo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahhh. not at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is morning before 11? im still sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you hiding something from someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can say so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARE YOU 18?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. if i was i'd be a twin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR PC?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081701194605763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RoXUT_8nm4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/XpEQVoiMgxw/s320/more+pictures+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[cont. on 4/7 hehe. ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahhh. i dont think i ever do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im groggy and what'd i dream?&lt;br /&gt;GRILLED OR FRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhhhh. both?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAkES u uniQue??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME./&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little only lahhhh. hoho&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE HANGOUT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehehehehe. ;D&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. uhhhhhhhhhhh. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont knowwww. take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurrrrr. they're only for some people whos allowed to use!&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO CALLED YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on handphone BRIAN? - -&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DADS MIDDLE NAME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hes got a middle name?&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes got a middle name too?&lt;br /&gt;STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp; COULDTAKE ONE THING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phone with uhhh. RECEPTION. hehe&lt;br /&gt;WHO’S YOUR CELL PHONE PROVIDER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible m1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first THING you’ll save in a fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself/ love ones i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont really have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS TAKEWITH YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhhhhh. phone. prob wallet too.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. doctor/ i always thought pole dancers were pretty cool and fascinating. oops?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 11:11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the phone/ msging/ on the com/ watching tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE COLOR of YOUR BEDSHEET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think many things!&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE 5 PEOPLE TO COMPLETE THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretend your name;s there if you wna do or something. &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;div&gt;ehh you know ive done this before. sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructions: Name 20 people you can think of off the top of your head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not read the questions until you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.&lt;br /&gt;1). yvonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2). jolyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3).joab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4). ellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5). ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6). amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7). tine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8). azel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9). kia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10). sheriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11). michelle tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12). aaron han&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13). aaron tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14). aaron tan 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15). lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16). sherrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17). leonard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18). leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19). wenmin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20). minmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Questions :&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14? [aaron tan 2] ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ive no idea&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 1? [yvonne] THATS NOT POSSIBLE. shes my sister whos beside me answering most of the questions. hehe&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? [ minmin&amp; kia] they're both girls, and hey. i dont even know which part of the world one's at now. - -&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? [amy &amp;amp; leonard] they're in diff COUNTRIES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describe 3. [joab] hyperactive and sheesh demanding of his older sister. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive? [azel] duhhhh. SHES MINE.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anything about 12’s family? [aaron han] HAHAHAHAHA. YES.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7. [tine] shes in belgium.&lt;br /&gt;What is 18’s favourite? [leanne] cute stuff!&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 11 confessed that he/she loves you? [ michelle tan] she alr did! hehe/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What language does 15 speak? [lisa] ehhhh. any language i speak.&lt;br /&gt;Who is 19 going out with? [ wenmin] nobody at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now? [ sherrie] 14!&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13? [ aaron tan] ehhhhh. last week? &lt;strong&gt;i think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2’s favourite singer? [jolyn] huh! she doesnt have one.&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 4? [ ellie] maybeeee. but shes alr taken.&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 17? [ leonard] it'll be super hilarious if i did!&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live in? [ amy] BELGIUM.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing about 5? [ ben] my korkor can be sweet and nice at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY. DONE. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-4441813234753174033?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/4441813234753174033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=4441813234753174033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4441813234753174033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4441813234753174033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovely-ellie-tagged-me-w-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RoXUT_8nm4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/XpEQVoiMgxw/s72-c/more+pictures+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-764336154247525821</id><published>2007-06-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:49:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll prolly still stay your bestfriend till i really hate you for nuts or vice versa (which i dont think will ever happen)&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i cant say why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe i can and i dont really wna let you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nope. its not even here in blogger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll have to what. break into my mind to find out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even so.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i too need just a simple hug/smile/word/something to say i still do care too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell, i dont know why im even writing this when i know you prob wont even see this anyway. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aybe you've really just moved on and conveniently forgot to tell me when you called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how nice and thoughtful of you yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;well, i guess you'll never know how fucking irritated and _______ i felt.&lt;br /&gt;how'd you like it if i do it to you one day too? damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, reading thru everything (all the posts/drafts/etc/etc) there's someone else too. but fuck. i dont wna think i have lost another person. YOU is still there, i THINK. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prove me right or wrong?&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i love kia for playing counsellor tdy. and making me feel better. although i dont know when i'll be seeing you, ;D and that'll be the only smile tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-764336154247525821?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/764336154247525821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=764336154247525821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/764336154247525821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/764336154247525821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-prolly-still-stay-your-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-297231330894040488</id><published>2007-06-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:00:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Joanne Im made of butter ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nownow. i think i dont use this as a blog at all. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;im using it as more of a diary. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone so much as hacks in, they can read all the stuff i save as drafts.&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda dumb. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and i think there are like uhhhhhhhhhhhhh more drafts than actual posted ones.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;im using blogger as a &lt;strong&gt;diary&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so random and short.&lt;br /&gt;i feel retarded agn. hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;its quite a nice feeling you know.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;okay im gna read sidney sheldon ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-297231330894040488?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/297231330894040488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=297231330894040488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/297231330894040488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/297231330894040488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/joanne-im-made-of-butter-d-nownow.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-5303155766757530006</id><published>2007-06-19T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:30:26.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so so busted.&lt;br /&gt;ive about a million more sheets of paper called homework to finish up, and i dont know where the whole stack flew to. :/&lt;br /&gt;then i also havent studied and there're like four tests coming up right when sch opens.&lt;br /&gt;damn. and my ear's bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the past week was damn tiring but pretty fun. ;D&lt;br /&gt;like what granny says, i'll rather have fun and no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay yes thats what i did. ;]&lt;br /&gt;church camp was hilarious and everyone pretty much dint sleep at all. maybe just abt 4 hrs throughout the 4 days. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;midnight illegal swimming, pool table hogging, table tennis table hogging, crapping and slacking in hotel rooms, yupp, everyone dint sleep. haha. oops.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic4- silver surfer on thursdayyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;then planetshakersconcert which was more of a newcreationchurch one, but nevermind. caused us to reach home after 12 fri night, to wake up at 5 the next day to return to desaru. - - less than 3 hrs of sleep. and we reached home agn after 12 sat night.&lt;br /&gt;then sunday, ran arnd practically the whole of spore. watched ocean's thirteen. frigging nice show. damn funny. and again, reached home after 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, its the whole week all of us went wout much sleep. abt like what 2 hrs of sleep each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ojVb6WQFow/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ojVb6WQFow/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fav. song of the hols.&lt;br /&gt;well, atleast one of the favs. hehe ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5303155766757530006?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5303155766757530006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5303155766757530006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5303155766757530006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5303155766757530006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-so-busted.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-7284652687423887650</id><published>2007-06-18T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:28:29.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOK HERE! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found pics from longlongago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frm really longago past to well, past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077357769554812754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZl_YviX1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/5z7lEygCKAU/s320/wedding+rededication+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077357778144747362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZl_4viX2I/AAAAAAAAATY/iuxzGP4GhYU/s320/wedding+rededication+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077357782439714674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmAIviX3I/AAAAAAAAATg/nT-JO51kut0/s320/wedding+rededication+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077357782439714690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmAIviX4I/AAAAAAAAATo/-EkKn8M8NEs/s320/more+pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077357786734682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmAYviX5I/AAAAAAAAATw/1sSYaKjEzUE/s320/more+pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358379440168914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmi4viX9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sfJDvLeA7-U/s320/more+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358375145201570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmioviX6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/qQnMBvtBMZc/s320/more+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358379440168882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmi4viX7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/mwJJ4SJAdsE/s320/more+pictures+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358379440168898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmi4viX8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/GWXOzOCAcuE/s320/more+pictures+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077358383735136226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZmjIviX-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GiTXZWCn5E4/s320/more+pictures+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077359414527287282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZnfIviX_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OSBmZ_OEyRs/s320/more+pictures+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077359418822254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZnfYviYAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2tIuQWp5uBM/s320/more+pictures+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077359418822254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZnfYviYBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lfE52j9BdN0/s320/more+pictures+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;' True loves may come and go in your lives, but your best friends, those are the people who will be with you throughout your lives, the ones who will stay with you. ' -SHRIMP(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm. i love my bestfriends;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;who cares if you doesnt love me anymore. okay &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; do. who can i turn to to talk to when we quarrel or are having cold war or just not talking to each other? i dont know. maybe, just maybe, i really want you back to your old self again. i seriously miss the old ____, but i guess you just need to know who still loves you right now. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;this is just my thoughts and whatever. so if you do happen to read this, well, why did you change the font? do you care? i guess not. no one does anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7284652687423887650?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7284652687423887650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7284652687423887650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7284652687423887650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7284652687423887650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-here-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RnZl_YviX1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/5z7lEygCKAU/s72-c/wedding+rededication+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-4368381129811305136</id><published>2007-06-07T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:08:17.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>foooooooosh.&lt;br /&gt;i ask you, whats the use of holidays when tchrs just pile up more homework on you.&lt;br /&gt;AND youre stuck at home all the time. cos your parents think youve been gng out too much.&lt;br /&gt;like its the hlidays man. isnt that what its for. to go out.&lt;br /&gt;dammit i want school./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have been outts the hse everyday since the holidays started. and tdy's the first day im home in the whole of last week and this.&lt;br /&gt;so my arguments up there's prolly dont make sense and in damn unreasonable,&lt;br /&gt;but hell. i AM unreasonable. ;]&lt;br /&gt;just get that into your head. so those people who intend to say im not understanding, unreasonable, dont make sense, yadayadayada. oh just put a sock in it.&lt;br /&gt;im talking abt people ive alr complained to. *GLARRRRREEEEEEEE*&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i can complain abt whatever i want cant i.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i can i think. cos i think this is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;so it contains MY thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just so you know, im not saying being at homes not nice. it is nice. just when you have something to do. but i currently dont. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive alr watched 2 movies, watched like a thousand episodes of kidscentral shows. yes i was &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bored. and im prolly gna what. watch more youtube shows? now you see my rants abt staying home too yes? at least i'll have entertainment and like things to do if im out. say shopping or laughing or talking w friends. now thats much more entertaining aint it. gahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored im gna do what sheriel asked me to do.&lt;br /&gt;make a quiz which &lt;strong&gt;supposedly&lt;/strong&gt; helps find out who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;but i think its bull. ;] oops?&lt;br /&gt;and anyway its damn easy. hehe. and the options for my names all diff! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joanne chia yi &lt;strong&gt;lynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chia yi &lt;strong&gt;ling&lt;/strong&gt; joanne &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chia yi &lt;strong&gt;ming&lt;/strong&gt; joanne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joanne chia yi &lt;strong&gt;min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrrr. so if you dont know me and youre down on luck you wont be able to guess. ;D&lt;br /&gt;okay now go try your luck. its damn easy i think. heeheee. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/517330"&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/517330&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll just put the board here. its easier. hehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/517330"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/517330/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-4368381129811305136?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/4368381129811305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=4368381129811305136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4368381129811305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4368381129811305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/06/foooooooosh.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-7705894031025320544</id><published>2007-05-31T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:51:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what I don’t feel like dng homework now. So just go away and do by yourself. ): dammit. I want a program that does my hw. ANY INVENTORS OUT THERE? Or maybe people who wld be so nice to do it for me? ;] I’ll prob hug and kiss you. Okay im kidding. My kisses are precious. But maybe I’ll hug you. Ahhah. Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. Is the whole world like suddenly realizing that lifes a little too peaceful? Suddenly there’re plenty of friendship problems arnd eh. Like how suddenly you find your bestf gng arnd w someone else. and you dont really like her as well, and yeah. Hmmm. Okay you can stop your whirring minds now thinking who im talking abt. You prob wont know anyway. Cos I may or may not be talking abt myself. Ahhah. its for me to know and for you to find out. :D and those who know the person/persons im referring to, shutup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah nevermind. i'll tell you. its a few people. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah that helped alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. OF COS IT DID! im so helpful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my ass. since when!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since uhhhh. forever! ahahaahahah. okay that was bull. im meannnnnnnnn HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yeah that i know. like duhhhhh. youre like super mean can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT. im a sweet little girl prancing arnd in my frilly uhhh what color do little girls who look like dolls wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink i think. HAHA YOURE SOME FUNNY SHIT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okay! im a sweet little girl prancing arnd in my frilly pink dress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT FRILLY DRESS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know. those with lotsa lotsa lace on the arms, front bodice, uhhhh everywhere! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what in the world! isnt that like lacey all arnd everywhere! thats so disgusting can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS SO BAD ABT LACE HUH. HUH HUH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! seeeee. so i'll wear a frilly dress and act cute and nice so people'll think im a good girl. what bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf! eeeeeeewwwwwwwww. you know lace everywhere's like so ugly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. oh yeah okay i realized. so i'll just not pretend. ;] ah. heckit. I AM GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no youre not! since when. i nvr did know you were!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell you're supposed to be on my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that'll be lying man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah since when were you so righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always was:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry. overworking brain. hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;oh what bull. overworked my ass. i dint even do a single piece of homework. ahahahahahahahaahhahahahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhh. guess what. ive got a dice necklace!&lt;br /&gt;and a heart one!&lt;br /&gt;and and a star one tooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe. okay nevermind. it just reminds me i have/shld be nice to kor.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait., I ALWAYS AM!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. and no thats not rubbish okay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i shld not be typing out nonsense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not that its really nonsensical, but yeah hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ben and leslie;s here.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;okay yes that was random. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-7705894031025320544?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/7705894031025320544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=7705894031025320544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7705894031025320544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/7705894031025320544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-what-i-dont-feel-like-dng.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-5896220303744978031</id><published>2007-05-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:43:10.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geeeeeeez. you know what. i feel like typing out a whole lot of stuff abt you, or even making a blog for you. but hell i dont wna. thats too lowlife huh. i wish i could say out my feelings openly, and not just to those few who have the same opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could rattle off now, and you would never guess it was you. its quite obvious actually, but i'll bet a thousand bucks NOBODY would guess it was you unless youre one of the few who have the same opinion or is my bestf.&lt;br /&gt;i swear. you could never guess even if you do read this, which i guess you wont. well, i want you to read it and go wondering who it is, but then again, maybe not, in case you guess its you. but fook. wth. i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not writing names so you cant sue me. and anyway i typed out all this and i KNOW someone would read it some time, so fine. it doesnt really matter to me if you realize its yourself. maybe then you'll like notice its you. not others. im not saying im perfect, im not saying anyone is. but the way you say everything, youre implying you are! saying ppl have attitude probs, MAYBE YOURE THE ONE HAVING IT. not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doncha think there's something wrong w you too? you say you know ppl hate you, and then dont do anything abt it. so do you or do you not know your attitute and temper simply doesnt make friendships work out?&lt;br /&gt;sureeeee. you may be nice; everyone may like you at first, but after they get to know the real you, the you deeper inside, the you nobody else really knows, they all go away. is that not right. im not saying this as some i-hate-you-so-much-that-im-stating-rubbish-abt-you thing. I DINT SAY ALL THAT. I DINT COME UP W ALL THE POINTS OF WHY YOU DONT HAVE A FRIEND YOU CAN RELY ON. in case you wna know, those comments are from like 10 diff ppl? if you can cipher that its you, then atleast you do know whats wrong w you eh? &lt;strong&gt;then why aint you changing&lt;/strong&gt;. or if you cant, then i guess thats too bad. its quite clear who im stating if you well, just hang out w me for the past oneweek or so. oh wait even people who dont hang out w me know too! geez. i dint know you gained a reputation for being such a wannabe. &lt;em&gt;did you? &lt;/em&gt;maybe if you did pull yourself outta your little fantasy world, you wld hear the rumours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to help you out, if you dint like try to suck up to me, or commit a huge crime, or just completely pissed me off till i so obviously ignored you, its so prob aint you. afterall i did say it was obvious right. unless youre that loser who still thinks youre all that? i think youre figuring if im talking abt you. oh well. get a life in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. some people just dont get it do they. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;and if youre that person im talking abt who still hasnt got out of your fantasy and is thinking everyone kisses her butt,&lt;em&gt; happyholidays to you(: i guess youre really blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know even people you say are your closest (i dont know how close you wld call this for they dont even like you, and you call this close) friends contributed to these comments THEY ARE THE FEW IN THE 10 WHO SAID THOSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5896220303744978031?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5896220303744978031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5896220303744978031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5896220303744978031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5896220303744978031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/05/geeeeeeez.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-1338446464972225250</id><published>2007-05-20T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:32:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;so im bored and decided to like help save some life here. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;oh i found out some things tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] its quite fun to talk to celestine abt stupid random stuff.  eg: cedar 50th / how life is not perfect and making fun of it such that it becomes some hilarious shit to make you have stitches from laughing / playing truant / other dumb stuff people think of when they're rotting w nth to do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] sometimes even people who used to be really close, drift away unknowingly, and you dont even realize the two of you dont really understand each other anymore. suddenly you come across a sentence somewhere, and it makes you realize what you two were before doesnt really exist anymore. you used to have something they call telepathy, but now you see things in a different light and think it was done on purpose. if it was then you wld have just ignored it. and inevitably, you said hate, and you dont know how that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] chinese tuition's alot more interesting and entertaining w daniel and his sisters arnd. although i still think you shld shutup and stop talking altogether since you ans your own questions. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] the tuition tchr has becomed nicer and doesnt scold me for not dng homework anymore. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh. to be continued. :]&lt;br /&gt;(i forgot the rest. blawrrrrr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1338446464972225250?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1338446464972225250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1338446464972225250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1338446464972225250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1338446464972225250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahahahahaah.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-5448791332231201646</id><published>2007-05-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:24:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RkW9_XftJxI/AAAAAAAAATI/CV1gofrFcjc/s1600-h/loveamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063662252384397074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RkW9_XftJxI/AAAAAAAAATI/CV1gofrFcjc/s320/loveamor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;horribly awful piece done on paint. i need my editing thingy and a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me its not that bad. its a RECYCLED background i made using photofiltre quite awhile ago, or it'll be a whole lot worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to biological mummy, non-biological mummy &amp;granny(: , all the mummys and grandmamas and whatnots in the world/universe/etc. ;D pretend this is like on 13th may or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5448791332231201646?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5448791332231201646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5448791332231201646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5448791332231201646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5448791332231201646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/05/horribly-awful-piece-done-on-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RkW9_XftJxI/AAAAAAAAATI/CV1gofrFcjc/s72-c/loveamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-3299649967989273361</id><published>2007-05-03T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:21:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayokay. fineeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;im updating.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just told chandeltan the stalker/nicebutsickdoll that im a lazy pig. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;she said shes gna jog w 2n tmr. ahhah. WE'VE ANOTHER NEW STUDENT IN THE CLASS. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be there;&lt;br /&gt;'cause no one loves u,&lt;br /&gt;like your GIRLFRIEND does!"&lt;br /&gt;-i dont know where.&lt;br /&gt;[ nope. it doesnt mean girlfriend as in to a boy, it means girlfriend as in to a girl(: &amp;i know you dont understand what i just said]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us against the world-play. go find it somewhere [i dont care where(:] and listen now! thnks sherrieeeeeeeeeeeee. AND WE STILL HAVENT FINISHED THE CONVO. wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on a totally no link topic.&lt;br /&gt;i realise its strange you can talk 4and a half hrs to someone who &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a stranger in a different country like abt a quarter the world away; at 4 am in the morning.&lt;em&gt; now, how many of you can raise your hand/s and say i have a bestfriend whom ive never met all the way across the ocean/s? ;] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love my 'mix of three; the crazy/hyper/insane' all the way across to belgium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-3299649967989273361?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/3299649967989273361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=3299649967989273361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3299649967989273361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/3299649967989273361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/05/okayokay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-1145834825473646405</id><published>2007-04-07T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:41:26.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear my cousins are the cutest things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okayokay.&lt;br /&gt;JOLYNLOW, CANT YOU NOT HAVE SCHOOL ON 20TH APRIL?&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh. nevermind. im gna fly to your hse all sweaty and disgusting after cheer on sports day ;]&lt;br /&gt;wait. WHO'S AT HOME?&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer was super fun tdy. hx was not there, and when we were choosing supporters, everyone was like. nooooo. she laugh so much ltr make me laugh also. cannot lah die lah. it was so funny. and i became a flyer tdy! its so fun. i miss flying. ;[ chewy and simin lifted me up on flower for fun, then shaomin/serena went 'SWEEP! SWEEP! TRY SWEEP! ' hahahahaa. like they can sweep me ah. im a bloody heavy person. they're arms'll break! hahahaha. but its was fun! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anu's toss ah, is super hilarious. the sec2s were like fighting to catch her. its really fun catching her shes so small and easy andand FUN to catch! HAHA. shes so cute lah ;]&lt;br /&gt;and celestine, swedish four's not for me to ADMIRE your shoe. i dont wna admire your shoe. - - and anyway, its not directly in my face, so i dont have a good view of it unlike what you say. hahahaahahahha. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so nice i gave celestine her ummm, ALOT of days late bday present. hahahah. its so cute okay. i love it so much. its furry, and cute and &lt;strong&gt;eeyoreeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh this is such a pointless post. i just blogged out nth. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i rmb! internet cafe w godsis on wed! (: the limejuice&amp;icecream's the nicest things there luh. &lt;em&gt;i think;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told jie and she wants to go too. EHHHHH. EHHHHH. EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnn; watched musics and lyrics at the botanical gardens w family and maid on thursday. its a nice movie(: daddy had a nice long sleep on the grass. &lt;strong&gt;while listening to the movie&lt;/strong&gt;. HOHO. my daddy;s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on fri, we dint go sentosa cos kor hurt his leg. :/ so we went IMM. its hugeeeeee. went to uhhhh, some random sushi place? and it was freezing cold. haha. saw kor tommy, jie sharon, baby joash, jie gillian at c.o.a.x i think. haha. jojo's so cute! ;] adorable babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd then jie&amp;my legs started to hurt like shit frm heels, so we went to coffeeclub to sit while mummy shopped. i cant believe i gave up shopping for clothes to go sit down. ahhhhhh. okay but my feet was killing me. so it DOESNT COUNT. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, I FORGOT. but it last night was quite funny w jie&amp;kor trying to outdo each other, seeing whose phone's volume could go the loudest. it was shit amusing and fun, for there's a thrill of dng it in the middle of the night, and then not knowing if mummy'll come running out. HOHO. i love my family. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiyoh. nevermind luh. i still love you even though i dont know how to get to your hse and you're still whining for me to. ;] that person can go die. i love my twinnie&lt;strong&gt;JOLYN&lt;/strong&gt;. there now aint you happyyyyyyyyyyy? ;DDDDDD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt stole my cameraa to go uhhhh shanghai? isit shanghai? i cant rmb. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1145834825473646405?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1145834825473646405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1145834825473646405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1145834825473646405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1145834825473646405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-swear-my-cousins-are-cutest-things-on.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-4321499371087584832</id><published>2007-03-31T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:09:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048057145728973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rg5NOnEMOwI/AAAAAAAAATA/gBWdMTbDqMU/s320/loveamor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if i speak in the tongues of men and of angels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but have not love, i am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if i have the gift if prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if i have a faith that can move mountains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but have not love, i am nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if i give all i possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but have not love, i gain nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappeares.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when i was a child, i reasoned like a child. when i became a man, i put childish ways behind me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. now i know in part; then i shall know fully, even as i am fully known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and now these three remain: faith, hope and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 corinthians 13: 1-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-4321499371087584832?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/4321499371087584832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=4321499371087584832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4321499371087584832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4321499371087584832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rg5NOnEMOwI/AAAAAAAAATA/gBWdMTbDqMU/s72-c/loveamor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-1222356089632551828</id><published>2007-03-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:26:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, you know i dont know why i even keep a blog. its like sososo dead. D-E-A-D. hahaahah. okay. I DONT KNOW. so dont ask. :]  &lt;br /&gt;now im still a lazyperson, so there's just pics, :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there're still ch pics frm my cam. hehhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo9zXEMOmI/AAAAAAAAARs/eLzVv1xltn8/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo9zXEMOmI/AAAAAAAAARs/eLzVv1xltn8/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914284996278882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;gee, the shirt looks OVERSIZED on me! :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo90XEMOnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-Li6R7Fge1c/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo90XEMOnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-Li6R7Fge1c/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914302176148082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;ALISIUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo90nEMOoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oSovs7na4xE/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo90nEMOoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oSovs7na4xE/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914306471115394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i find this so cool. DONT YOU TOO? ohyeah you do! :] its both black and coloured! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo91HEMOpI/AAAAAAAAASE/s5yjh6QbXHc/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo91HEMOpI/AAAAAAAAASE/s5yjh6QbXHc/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914315061050002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;LIYANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo91nEMOqI/AAAAAAAAASM/x0nW73r76VM/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo91nEMOqI/AAAAAAAAASM/x0nW73r76VM/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914323650984610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AHMAH![xinyi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpAZXEMOrI/AAAAAAAAASU/uIo490i4aXE/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpAZXEMOrI/AAAAAAAAASU/uIo490i4aXE/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046917136854563506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHANDEL!thestalker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpBMXEMOsI/AAAAAAAAASc/OsKRKvmFPIc/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpBMXEMOsI/AAAAAAAAASc/OsKRKvmFPIc/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046918013027891906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; the hugamongous baboons who stole my cam for the whole trip/:] AND THEY CAMWHORED ALOT OKAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCRXEMOtI/AAAAAAAAASk/DwV0XaHs940/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCRXEMOtI/AAAAAAAAASk/DwV0XaHs940/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046919198438865618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCR3EMOuI/AAAAAAAAASs/UqaLyevc5gI/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCR3EMOuI/AAAAAAAAASs/UqaLyevc5gI/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046919207028800226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCSXEMOvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0m08Mb34o-4/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RgpCSXEMOvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0m08Mb34o-4/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046919215618734834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND TADAA. IT ENDS HERE. :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-1222356089632551828?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/1222356089632551828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=1222356089632551828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1222356089632551828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/1222356089632551828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-you-know-i-dont-know-why-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Rgo9zXEMOmI/AAAAAAAAARs/eLzVv1xltn8/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-5263408159817242759</id><published>2007-03-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:52:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayokay. this is dedicated to someone who's sick and im currently entertaining her. hahahahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfovZnwWEfI/AAAAAAAAARk/GSJqkUT7C-w/s1600-h/twinnytwintwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfovZnwWEfI/AAAAAAAAARk/GSJqkUT7C-w/s320/twinnytwintwin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042394850009682418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SHERIELCHIAYUNZHEN&amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GET WELL SOON MY DEAREST TWINNYTWINTWIN. &lt;br /&gt;I MISS NOT SEEING YOU IN SCHOOL AND GETTING HUGS FROM YOU FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. nownow. dont you feel so loved? hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5263408159817242759?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5263408159817242759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5263408159817242759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5263408159817242759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5263408159817242759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/okayokay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfovZnwWEfI/AAAAAAAAARk/GSJqkUT7C-w/s72-c/twinnytwintwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-2556575084413870173</id><published>2007-03-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:21:36.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im yet agn, bored and just dont feel like typing. so im gna do some copy and paste. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its as usual, frm godsis's blog. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY history group (as quoted by siying) came over my place for history filming :D &lt;br /&gt;god sis came over at like, 8 and woke me up, as usual. in the end, she still slept here - -&lt;br /&gt;history ggroup came over at like, one plus while we were lunching.&lt;br /&gt;they came and stole most of our food. hehh x) &lt;br /&gt;started on our filming after mean girls. it was hell funn.&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing like shit and most of the scenes were quite weirdly done.&lt;br /&gt;accentuate the word weird, not bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;there was this "war" scence and we all went to some forest at my backyard area to film. all of us ended up with cuts and brusies from the torns and all. but it was hell fun! &lt;br /&gt;awww. i hope we nail the history peagent :D &lt;br /&gt;god sis stayed over ma place for the night :D &lt;br /&gt;IM SORRY I SLEPT EARLY. i was sht tired. haha. &lt;br /&gt;sooooo we were crapping till midnight, then i got really tired. &lt;br /&gt;and dozed off while watching that's so raven. hehhhhh x))) &lt;br /&gt;TODAY TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;we woke up at tenn. or nine. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast till 12. changed, rushed down to town to meet backside audreyy :] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so thats azel speaking. haha. and now i'll continue with random sayings when i rmb what happened. hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went past azel's hse at like 8. then she wasnt awake, and i woke her up w my call, so daddy brought me for breakfast first. haha. so i only went to her hse at like 845 okay. &lt;br /&gt;fell asleep cos i woke up at 7? yes and i slept at 2+ 3in the morn so you cant blame me. :] &lt;br /&gt;did hist filming. it was super funny and a hell lot of fun. we did a 'war' scene and everyone emerged still alive, but cut,bruised and uhh, itchy? haha.&lt;br /&gt;slept over, crapped and watched nip/tuck till like 12+[okay so maybe only she watched while i slept on her lap and had her squeezing my arms&amp;hands *but i dint feel anything* cos she said it was scary. haha! ] before godsis fell asleep while watching that's so raven. hehh. &lt;br /&gt;woke up today at like 9 cos i slept super early at like 1+ 2. ahahahaha. godsis was still asleep, she sleeps alot okay she slept earlier than me. started stoning,reading storybooks,listening to the running sounds of water cos KORKORaaron was bathing,stoning agn. then tried to go back to sleep. succeeded for awhile, before i woke up at 955. haha! 10mins of sleep. x) &lt;br /&gt;was still quite bored, AND COLD. so i jumped down and woke her up by tickling her. :DDDDD &lt;strong&gt;ITS FUN YOU KNOW.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fooled arnd in the room, and finished breakfast at 12+. IT WAS BROUGHT TO THE BEDROOM OKAY. DAMN HILARIOUS. then rushed to school while she went to meet audreyyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LATE. for half an hour. haha. i had arnd 40+ ppl waiting for me. x))))) oops. sorrysorry. and i got caught by msthang&amp;mstan. &lt;br /&gt;msthang-skirt&lt;br /&gt;mstan-fingenails;rubberband;skirt&lt;br /&gt;HEY BUT IT WASNT MY FAULT. i was wearing AZEL;S uniform. do you think i can still look as &lt;em&gt;good-schoolgirl&lt;/em&gt; as i do in sch to stop you frm lecturing me. rahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;ah but they dint say anything after i said it was godsis'. ehheheh. :]]]&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. then while waiting for daddy at macs, two lil kiddies entertained me. they're so adorable. :D &lt;br /&gt;went j8 after that, and saw quite afew juniors,exschmates,and ROY. hoho. quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;daddy bought me jeans, and mummy liked their giftboxes. so she said ehh ltr get your jeans put in the box okay. but then daddy forgot and so we dint get it, and mummy was like daddy stop up there you go and get a box okay? HAHA. my mummy's so cute lah. &lt;br /&gt;finally reached ah hwee jijie's grandmother's wake, and started playing w sharlene. shes super funnnnn! :DDD I LOVE MY NIECE. haha. she like entertained me for one hour:] before we left. &lt;br /&gt;and that was why i was in AZEL'S uniform till 11at night. ahahhahaa. &lt;em&gt;so,celestine, i was not dating or whatsoever.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-2556575084413870173?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/2556575084413870173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=2556575084413870173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2556575084413870173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2556575084413870173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-6178736757049115328</id><published>2007-03-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:30:43.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAM WHORES.&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOTS OF LOVE, &lt;br /&gt;FRM CAMERONHIGHLANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTtXwWEeI/AAAAAAAAARc/H6ktoDkr3ds/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTtXwWEeI/AAAAAAAAARc/H6ktoDkr3ds/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534815637901794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH-SOCUTE!:DDD and this proves the busrides were bumpyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTqnwWEdI/AAAAAAAAARU/sBhvwrnvbxw/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTqnwWEdI/AAAAAAAAARU/sBhvwrnvbxw/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534768393261522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTnHwWEcI/AAAAAAAAARM/6-ZlE_b0yY8/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTnHwWEcI/AAAAAAAAARM/6-ZlE_b0yY8/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534708263719362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOThHwWEbI/AAAAAAAAARE/wTnx7aYbKpM/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOThHwWEbI/AAAAAAAAARE/wTnx7aYbKpM/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534605184504242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTcHwWEaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w9v-O3WH4WQ/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTcHwWEaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w9v-O3WH4WQ/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534519285158306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTXXwWEZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EptndaKxKUo/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTXXwWEZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EptndaKxKUo/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534437680779666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTLnwWEYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3xi-DDAqbPs/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTLnwWEYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3xi-DDAqbPs/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534235817316738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUS BUDDIES! :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTDHwWEXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VoseOoA190s/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTDHwWEXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/VoseOoA190s/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534089788428658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOS-XwWEWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-Ek96gXlhw/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOS-XwWEWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-Ek96gXlhw/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040534008184050018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOS0XwWEVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uyZkM8FdUR8/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOS0XwWEVI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uyZkM8FdUR8/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533836385358162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;minus shaominnnnn, the camerawoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSpHwWEUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gEbYcRqCeDY/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSpHwWEUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gEbYcRqCeDY/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533643111829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSinwWETI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AI2QYnWEcaU/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSinwWETI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AI2QYnWEcaU/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533531442680114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSdnwWESI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0aqoAf2sDoM/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSdnwWESI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0aqoAf2sDoM/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533445543334178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSPXwWERI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9TNcUzLmaX0/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSPXwWERI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9TNcUzLmaX0/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533200730198290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2N'07'S M'SIA GRP :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSIXwWEQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R3d4lArf7KQ/s1600-h/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSIXwWEQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/R3d4lArf7KQ/s320/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533080471113986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSEnwWEPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0WpQYc6CK6I/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOSEnwWEPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0WpQYc6CK6I/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040533016046604530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOR83wWEOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kPC2a_4t06w/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOR83wWEOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kPC2a_4t06w/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532882902618338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;simin's my kaola bearrrrrr :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORrnwWENI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o3FYtQ5c9Ps/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORrnwWENI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o3FYtQ5c9Ps/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532586549874898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sleeping partner/pillow/bed/aiyah lets just say everything:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORmHwWEMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6jO3FsgFweI/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORmHwWEMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6jO3FsgFweI/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532492060594370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORg3wWELI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jWoeLWqhagk/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORg3wWELI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jWoeLWqhagk/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532401866281138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORUnwWEKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yDK0Iv_7-Z8/s1600-h/IMG_1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORUnwWEKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yDK0Iv_7-Z8/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040532191412883618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;team2N in secret recipe :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORJXwWEJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uwsmWhijQ0k/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfORJXwWEJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uwsmWhijQ0k/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040531998139355282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MATCHING SHIRTS! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOQ-XwWEII/AAAAAAAAAOs/ak24eWhyWhY/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOQ-XwWEII/AAAAAAAAAOs/ak24eWhyWhY/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040531809160794242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it took 3days to get this pic. haha. MSWAN!:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOQB3wWEHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VqMCtCRFERM/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOQB3wWEHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VqMCtCRFERM/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040530769778708594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;godsis :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOP4XwWEGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0Cb9giHQFds/s1600-h/Picture%252B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOP4XwWEGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0Cb9giHQFds/s320/Picture%252B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040530606569951330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bus#02BACKSEATS :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;thats about all:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-6178736757049115328?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/6178736757049115328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=6178736757049115328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6178736757049115328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/6178736757049115328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/godsis-bus02backseats.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfOTtXwWEeI/AAAAAAAAARc/H6ktoDkr3ds/s72-c/IMG_1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-5210080305232473046</id><published>2007-03-10T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:24:40.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pics from cameronnnn. i decided to be nice tdy. :D there's no editing, so the colours kinda make them look awful. but nevermind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI54HwWDqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nkC30JFMlZo/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040154569298284194" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0xnwWDFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bLKjUJfE5ms/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0x3wWDGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5ooYpHdVono/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148964365962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0x3wWDGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5ooYpHdVono/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0LnwWC9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/0SgcWG0aN30/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148307235965906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0LnwWC9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/0SgcWG0aN30/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a &lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0LnwWC-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/1f1FpsMKtgI/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148307235965922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0LnwWC-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/1f1FpsMKtgI/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0L3wWC_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XFmCv_y2edQ/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148311530933234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0L3wWC_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XFmCv_y2edQ/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0L3wWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AkTCkMlTjmw/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148311530933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0L3wWDAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AkTCkMlTjmw/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0MHwWDBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZK7VdR8LCa0/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040148315825900562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI0MHwWDBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZK7VdR8LCa0/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzhnwWC4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O7xNtEeoobc/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040147585681460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzhnwWC4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O7xNtEeoobc/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzh3wWC5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zGApnVIq0C8/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040147589976427410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzh3wWC5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zGApnVIq0C8/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzh3wWC6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rTKcAc8Cb8Y/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040147589976427426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIzh3wWC6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rTKcAc8Cb8Y/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIziHwWC7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/NqaoozakayM/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040147594271394738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIziHwWC7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/NqaoozakayM/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIziHwWC8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/SuIeu9VRJhA/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040147594271394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfIziHwWC8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/SuIeu9VRJhA/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all these are frm godsis' camera; i havent uploaded pics frm mine yet. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im lazy to go find other nice pics frm the whole lot we took. so this is cameron highlands for you :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just realized there're actually quite alot i put up alr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;andddd, the cam whores'll prob be in the next post. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-5210080305232473046?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/5210080305232473046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=5210080305232473046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5210080305232473046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/5210080305232473046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/pics-from-cameronnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/RfI54HwWDqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nkC30JFMlZo/s72-c/IMG_1579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-4584805194408870438</id><published>2007-03-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:01:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i asked you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you said &lt;em&gt;you're mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i asked you who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you said &lt;em&gt;i'm yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats so frigging sweet right. :DD&lt;br /&gt;im not gna tell you where i got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wna know, how come i cant see posts on MY computer,&lt;br /&gt;while others can see it on THEIR computer.&lt;br /&gt;its not fairrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;pouts.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH HECK IT.&lt;br /&gt;my computer's:&lt;br /&gt;1] crazy&lt;br /&gt;2] some lao gu dong thing&lt;br /&gt;3] just totally against me&lt;br /&gt;4] all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh fineeeeeeee. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-4584805194408870438?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/4584805194408870438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=4584805194408870438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4584805194408870438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/4584805194408870438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-asked-you-who-you-are-you-said-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-8763392922539540929</id><published>2007-03-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:57:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyyy, other cny pics, and then, if blogger's being nice today, and i dont feel lazy or irritated, i'll blog abt cameronhighlands too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe, just maybe, when serena finishes sending me the valentines pics, i'll put it up too; when i feel like it. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rELUdmmI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7iEsYHuf00/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038801277599717986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rELUdmmI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7iEsYHuf00/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first dayyyyy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rEbUdmnI/AAAAAAAAADg/_S0NS63nSyU/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038801281894685298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rEbUdmnI/AAAAAAAAADg/_S0NS63nSyU/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saw a super cute pic of daniel and lelynn, and mummy stole it to bring home. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rErUdmoI/AAAAAAAAADo/V6I_bv2XDpI/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038801286189652610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rErUdmoI/AAAAAAAAADo/V6I_bv2XDpI/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; second dayyyyyy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rGbUdmpI/AAAAAAAAADw/DpaFkEpFH2U/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038801316254423698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rGbUdmpI/AAAAAAAAADw/DpaFkEpFH2U/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jie shujun's parents' hse. :D &lt;em&gt;rest of pics there is in the previous post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rGrUdmqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eEREzr0oIC0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038801320549391010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rGrUdmqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eEREzr0oIC0/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; third dayyyyyy; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038802720708729538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1sYLUdmsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C6Ry49VeGo0/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;original photo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038802720708729522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1sYLUdmrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_cSu90D7ks8/s320/Image013.gif" border="0" /&gt;edited one, to fit daddy's phone's screen as his wallpaper! :D &lt;em&gt;awwwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notice i have a photo with korr every day, and we seem to have matching outfits! :DDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i AM lazy. :D so uhhh, for pics on cameron, you can go to wadwereyouthinking.blogspot.com, colourherworld-.blogspot.com and i dont know what others, im lazy to go see. haha. but if i feel like it, maybe i'll put up pics lahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but for now im l-a-z-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. went to cameron during the OAC hols, and it was a whole shit load of fun! :D with the best company [ bus no. 2 back seats(: ] , the feeling of being outof the same country as your parents, no adults [ well, almost, there were only 4 tchrs who dint really care abt what you do, so long as you dont get lost] , it was a hell of a trip. loves to all at the back of bus#o2 and 2n m'sia team. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i actually slept like alot on busrides, thnks to godsis. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaomin was like " ehh, joanne is a super good sleeper! she any position also can sleep one. liedown on hardhard floor also can sleep until so shuang. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before dinner, the whole of the 2ngang was in my hotel room, and i fell asleep lying facedown on the floor, my head on azel's lap. then i dint wna wake up when we had to go down.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;i was super blur and went " huh? noooo. i nvr any position also fall asleep what. must comfortable then i will fall asleep one. " then godsis was like " no lah. its so long as got me there she can sleep alr. " HAHA! :DDDDD and that was at the dinner table. so cute lah they all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, and then, im lazy to rmb everything else, and i dont wna type it all out too. soooo, you can all go LIYANA'S blog to get abt the whole gist of the trip :D &lt;em&gt;colourherworld-.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-8763392922539540929?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/8763392922539540929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=8763392922539540929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/8763392922539540929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/8763392922539540929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/03/okayyyy-other-cny-pics-and-then-if.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/Re1rELUdmmI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7iEsYHuf00/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-2471049658220746287</id><published>2007-02-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:21:29.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;tadaa! THIS IS A POST MIND YOU. and now my blog's not dead. ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i shall upload photos from like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes thats how long i didnt wna update. i was l-a-z-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALENTINE PICS&lt;/strong&gt; i have like practically none at all (read: two) for i was lazy to take pics of vday presents. hahaahha. now you know im a real lazy beaver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036549120693157938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVqvZC4wDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BRlA0N13bQg/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;muffins! :D its so pretty. haha. valentineeeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dint take pics of the cookies and brownies. so this is like the only pic available? haha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036549769233219650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVrVJC4wEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3kTJSsPCgjU/s320/109108781l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nownow. i stole this. HAHA. serena dint wna send me the pics, so this is like the only one i have? rahh. ah heck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY EVE&lt;/strong&gt; ive only got pics of the two adorable kiddos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036555412820246706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVwdpC4wLI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Nrag1uvdaA/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; daniel! hes cute yeah. :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036553037703331938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVuTZC4wGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oI9jknHa61g/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and behold! the even cuter sister, lelynn! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036553041998299250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVuTpC4wHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8OGqSmhhIps/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036553050588233858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVuUJC4wII/AAAAAAAAAA0/uuE7jU6pa2E/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;seee. pure adorable. even when shes just drinking water. haha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036553102127841426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVuXJC4wJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W-M349pHijc/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and dont you just love her hair too? :DDDD &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036554867359400098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVv95C4wKI/AAAAAAAAABE/okki_5DCtDI/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i know its a longlongtimeago, but still, :D&lt;br /&gt;okay thenthen, a few more from my cousin, and the rest of the nicer pics are in daddy's phone, which i was, yes, agn lazy to upload. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036556585346318530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVxh5C4wMI/AAAAAAAAABU/43qL-giST-Q/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036557040612851922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVx8ZC4wNI/AAAAAAAAABc/SWe2VnLbiQI/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036564711424442658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReV465C4wSI/AAAAAAAAACE/TU_MUjFaqSc/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036557912491213042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVyvJC4wPI/AAAAAAAAABs/j3pL5X7x3kU/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, bdays.. :D there's like quite a few? haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;23rd feb- HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIE SHUJUN(: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036574370805891378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReWBtJC4wTI/AAAAAAAAADM/7Jq8mPh9ov8/s320/jie+shujun" border="0" /&gt;25th feb- HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY HILARY(: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036559862406365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReV0gpC4wQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/npzLmDT4DM4/s320/hilary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th feb- HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY KORKOR AARON(: [ its not my fault i dont have a picture of him. you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.wadwereyouthinking.blogspot.com"&gt;www.wadwereyouthinking.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to see truckloads of his pictures :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th feb- HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY DEARESTSERENA(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036561116536815890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReV1ppC4wRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BtjBHiFQPiE/s320/DSC057281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-2471049658220746287?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/2471049658220746287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=2471049658220746287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2471049658220746287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/2471049658220746287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/tadaa-this-is-post-mind-you.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L79i7LyGgHQ/ReVqvZC4wDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BRlA0N13bQg/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36349591.post-117160841250751736</id><published>2007-02-16T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:21:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"In life's roughest roads, friends carry the toughest loads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love jolyn, i love joab, i love lelynn, i love daniel, i love cousins, i love jie, i love kor, i love twin/s, i love godsis, i love cedarians, i love friends, i love family.  :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/757080/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/287979/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/122249/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/711620/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE MICHELLE TAN SEOW XUE.(: my granddaughter; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/776328/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/793296/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/270/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/629022/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/341007/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/971828/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/824208/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/46057/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/512897/IMG_0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its on a shirt! :D my aunt made it. its so prettyyyyyyyy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. there's supposed to be more from vday, but serena hasnt sent them. bombom. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached sch, and was greeted on the way up by pairs/grps of ppl i know, who went HAPPY VALENTINES! right in your face. haha. damn scary, but so sweet. :D then in the courtyard, got pounced on by ppl like joyce, chelsia and dont know who else, who also did the shout,hug,push present then run away thing. hoho! damn hilarious. everyone was like exchanging presents and all. it was real sweet :D azel;s and my table were like, camouflaged in the mass of pink, red and white. and the occasional blue from chelsia's eeyore. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;special thanks to azel,serena,sheriel,dorothy,michelle,aiyah basically the whole of 2n :] , joyce,chelsia,chandel and the manymany other people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent the afternoon of vday with serena nd libing, then azel chionged down after band, and i got her lost at far east. :DDDD it was so fun! and serena and i [libing had runaway w her sister] were like speculating what happened to her. ahhah. finally met her at gelare; camwhored and drank coffee, then left to go home for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not gna tell you abt my night. i love valentine's, i bet you know. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday my valentine baby,lelynn(14/2); my self-proclaimed twin,joab(15/2); my cousin,terry(16/2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll prob see all of you tmr. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117160841250751736?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117160841250751736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117160841250751736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117160841250751736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117160841250751736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-lifes-roughest-roads-friends-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117127559238831674</id><published>2007-02-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:21:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our Dear Class Pet has passed away. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/749710/fatfat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet little Fatfat. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatfat has been our class pet since 2004 or 2005. (Can’t really remember.)&lt;br /&gt;We'll always remember Fatfat as the adorable and fat(: hamster that always never fails to cheer us up. and keep us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;May Fatfat rest in peace, and and uhh.. watch over all &lt;strong&gt;6dee-ians of 2005(:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;since some poseur of a junior decided to call her class that too. blawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But anyway, we send Fatfat off with a ' WE'LL MISS YOU FATFAT. YOU WERE A GREAT ADDITION TO THE CLASS! =DDD '&lt;br /&gt;awwww.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss Fatfat. =( &lt;strong&gt;alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117127559238831674?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117127559238831674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117127559238831674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117127559238831674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117127559238831674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-dear-class-pet-has-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117110795032016108</id><published>2007-02-10T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:45:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love;s all that matters, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/607686/331656415_666d67e3f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i swear you were better off without him.&lt;br /&gt;you had a happier time when it&lt;br /&gt;was just girls and girls alone.&lt;br /&gt;im not gna ask you to break, but even&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;know its not really there&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that whatever you&lt;br /&gt;choose,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;but a guy who;s never there, doesnt&lt;br /&gt;really show&lt;br /&gt;he cares when you need him,&lt;br /&gt;is just not worth tears and&lt;br /&gt;pain.&lt;br /&gt;he may be&lt;br /&gt;a nice guy, but hes just may not be the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;you;re both from&lt;br /&gt;different galaxies,&lt;br /&gt;and i think you know that too.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt seem so a&lt;br /&gt;month ago, but its clearly shown now.&lt;br /&gt;i know you&lt;br /&gt;dont want to hurt him,&lt;br /&gt;but is it worth the sacrifice to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;see you suffer, because i know its alr drifting&lt;br /&gt;apart.&lt;br /&gt;its your choice,and i&lt;br /&gt;dont want to interfere with it.&lt;br /&gt;certain&lt;br /&gt;things are left unsaid, and&lt;br /&gt;whichever side you choose,&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll&lt;br /&gt;stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've&lt;br /&gt;been through bad times before,&lt;br /&gt;and went through them&lt;br /&gt;together,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;this time's no exception.&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;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117110795032016108?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117110795032016108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117110795032016108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117110795032016108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117110795032016108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/loves-all-that-matters-isnt-it-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117107399460366496</id><published>2007-02-10T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:40:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayokay. :D&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the picturessss.&lt;br /&gt;DIE OF PHOTOS OVERLOAD. DIEEEEEEE PEOPLE DIEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;there aint that many lah. hahaahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/572615/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/89521/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and babynonsense1&amp;2 are all suddenly scared of the camera, EXCEPT JOYCE.&lt;br /&gt;where's babynonsense3? ISISSSSSS. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/564982/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i think its very cute okay. hoho! dont you find joyce's sweater so cute too. :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/531826/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/471967/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and i tell you, daddy joyce is so not huggable. god sis is much more huggable. :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/256252/IMG_0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/109139/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/412981/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/643889/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/728643/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/11699/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; i miss my dearest twin&lt;br /&gt;cousin jolynlowwanlin&amp;hearts;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/112458/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/595087/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/699217/shoryu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/350856/shoryu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/699217/shoryu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117107399460366496?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117107399460366496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117107399460366496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117107399460366496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117107399460366496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/okayokay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117101169589434174</id><published>2007-02-09T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:01:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, those small kids learning to ride bikes? they go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look mummy!&lt;br /&gt;no hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look mummy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no shorts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i told that to both mummys, the biological one, and the best non-biological one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall drown you people in photos!&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;DROWN PEOPLE DROWNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as2-el fun! tuesdayyyyyyyy. 6/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/227613/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/105229/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/220767/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/451795/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha! haha! sorryyyyy. we were dng self entertainment and entertaining the rest who were dng backstage as well. :D &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/712783/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;JOYCE. the mysterious rapist. HOHO. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/544984/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okayokay. i forgot i have tuition. pics next time. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and congrats to those people who scored wonderful results for their Os. you can go celebrate tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;and everyone can go celebrate the end of the waiting process. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want vday to comeeeee. :D ive got lovely things planned out. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;and cny too please. I WNA SEE AWESOME COUSINS AGN. i miss them, the retarded asses who make people laugh and be happy! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117101169589434174?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117101169589434174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117101169589434174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117101169589434174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117101169589434174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-those-small-kids-learning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117067484484198526</id><published>2007-02-05T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:27:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad I found an angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was there when all my hopes fell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when everything else fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/648891/indian%20class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/452642/%26hearts%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/829821/grayplait%21hehh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/693022/19-10-06_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/637357/3609786966339l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/918721/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/754622/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/453596/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just smile and take my hand;&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/436/DSC06066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/641433/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/965512/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Joanne needs a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117067484484198526?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117067484484198526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117067484484198526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117067484484198526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117067484484198526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-glad-i-found-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-117016427640093905</id><published>2007-01-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:37:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayyy. i know its a little dead. but heck it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a new little god-sister. :DD and it was self-proclaimed by her btw. she started calling my parents mummy and daddy, and my siblings korr and jie. :D and i told mummy thas now, and she went " huh? so cute one ah. haha! okay. ive got a new daughter alr. " ahahaha! my mummy's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;and so now i have a new sister, whos the same age as me, has a diff bday, whom i owe like 298 hugs&amp;kisses and still counting (which equals to like a lifetime?), and uhhh.. (i forgot what other things) called &lt;strong&gt;azelie&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new sister. and my familyyyyyy. :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;happy birthday theresa ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hugs and loves-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-117016427640093905?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/117016427640093905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=117016427640093905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117016427640093905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/117016427640093905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/okayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116964069944734243</id><published>2007-01-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:11:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started out as a shit/boring/emo dayyyy. but grew better as the time passed by. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests are hell, and even worse when you find out the whole level except your class had an open book geog test. and you just found out after the test was over and everyone's gng all oh geog test's so easy! your class just did a closed book one, and had everyone rushing till the bell rang, while other classes just happily had their books open and finished in 20mins. oh shit hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. after tests, it was a lovely time!  stole azel's blouse, then stalled them for sometime, while i packed my bag and talked to some other ppl. ahhah! azel and sheriel went for band, so serena and i went back upstairs to read books. I ACTUALLY READ 3 CHAPTERS OKAY. then i grew bored and pulled serena arnd sch dng random things. like staring at sec1s, laughing at them, getting high with alicia, stuffing myself full of food in the canteen.. yeah. something along that line. haha. got super high, hyper and everything. and &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; we had fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged serena back upstairs, and managed to convince her she didnt wna kill me for making her walk everywhere. &lt;strong&gt;it was fun anyway, wasnt it? :D huhhhhh serenaaaaaa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for another like half an hour for azel to finish band, and had a hilarious time hearing the leaders shouting. &lt;em&gt;okay. we're gna play.. [ something i dint hear/rmb ] everyone shutup! and get ready.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached town like a half hour late, oops? got the stuff, then went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i realise aarontans are so alike. its a little scary. &lt;strong&gt;metrosexuaaaaaaaals.&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today is one of the best days i ever had after one of those nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116964069944734243?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116964069944734243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116964069944734243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116964069944734243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116964069944734243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-started-out-as-shitboringemo.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116927744628485800</id><published>2007-01-20T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:17:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb things i do to entertain.</title><content type='html'>im lazy to blog, and so i did this for no reason. wahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;and its frm CHANDEL. queen of quizzes eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H O. W A S. Y O U R. L A S T.&lt;br /&gt;1. Person(s) you hung out with? ehhhhhhh. people in the house. haha&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you rode in a car with? daddy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you went to the movies with? familyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you went to the mall with? uhhhhh. azel?&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person that made you laugh? AZEL! hahahhaha. stupid horny ass.&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you cried about? uhhhh. not telling.&lt;br /&gt;7. Person you texted? AARONTAN&lt;br /&gt;8. Commented? jie. HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugged? uhhhhhh. jie? dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A N S W E R. T R U T H F U L L Y.&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone? of course! haha&lt;br /&gt;2. Sun or moon? eeeee. both?&lt;br /&gt;3. Winter or Fall? AUTUMN&lt;br /&gt;4. left or right? uhhhh? dont know! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;5. 10 acquaintances or two bestfriends? TWO BESTFRIENDS(:&lt;br /&gt;6. Sunny or rainy? both! depends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate icecream? uhhhhh. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A B O U T . Y O U.&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 1510.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your first name? Joanne&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you wanna live? THERE.&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kids do you want? ehhhhhhh. 2? haha&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you name them? HAHA! go figure.&lt;br /&gt;6. When do you want to get married? no ideaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever eaten spam? nooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite ice cream? chocmint!&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? IS THERE EVEN ANY?&lt;br /&gt;11. Current mood? hahahahaha. random ones. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN . THE. LAST. 48 HOURS. HAVE. YOU.&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone? yup.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayed? eeeeee. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged? yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt stupid? of course.&lt;br /&gt;5. missed someone? of course.&lt;br /&gt;6. Danced Crazy? with everyone out of count, yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cried? nope&lt;br /&gt;10. Lied? dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R A N D O M. Q U E S T I O N S.&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have A Dog? nope.&lt;br /&gt;3 When was the last time you went sleding? never did!&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? depends. :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts? uhhhhh.. not reallyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116927744628485800?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116927744628485800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116927744628485800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116927744628485800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116927744628485800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/dumb-things-i-do-to-entertain.html' title='dumb things i do to entertain.'/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116902444114382882</id><published>2007-01-17T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:00:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayyyyyyy! no wait. cross that out. boooooooooo. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im in a most random mood now. ahha. and its not my fault okayyyy. i slept 2 hrs, and am talking to my dearest retarded pretty cousin. prettyyyyyyyJOLYN(: haaaha. shes cuper cute please. hehhh. and shes only in p5. BUT SHES PRETTY! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh my muscles are aching now. grahhh. cos of alisha's and danae's lovely dance steps. hehhh. its amazing how i managed to learn the whole dance in like uhh.. 45mins? haha. and i look really weird and funny dng it, as i seriously havent done so many dance steps at once before. hehe. bombom serena was having a fun time watching danae and i looking like some dunnowhats trying to learn dance steps. bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but she was nice. she waited for me to finish dancing then walked all the way out accompanying me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and el auditions yest was so fun! ahahaah&lt;br /&gt;i was super high and hyper, and so i think they all rmbed me as the 'crazy senior' ahhhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;and today, this sec1, stood queuing in front of serena, and she kept glancing at me. so i laughed at went "yeah. you can stop turning ur head. you're gna get a neck cramp. you find me familiar&lt;br /&gt;cos i was at the el auditions yest, the super high and hyper one yeah? hahaa! "&lt;br /&gt;then she laughed , nodded , smiled and turned back forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolyn and joab are like talking thru mics on the com, and they're really entertaining. hahahahaha. mean people.&lt;br /&gt;screaming and whatsoevers. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cute lah they all. :D&lt;br /&gt;my cousins are so adorableeee. dont you love them too? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i miss them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116902444114382882?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116902444114382882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116902444114382882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116902444114382882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116902444114382882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/yayyyyyyy-no-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116866333540981306</id><published>2007-01-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:42:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sezelne, azanna. serena;azel;joanne, azel;joanne;serena. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awwwww. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely names we made for our would be kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freezing cold now and my hands are like totally frozen and really cold. and thats because my beloved korr just insists on pointing the fan straight at me so i'll freeze and let him have the com.&lt;br /&gt;- - dont care. im gna use it till im not lazy and decide to get my ass off the chair. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs/ 11/1/2007&lt;br /&gt;my prettypretty grace says im MIA. ahaha. okay. av was damn funny and everything, and ahmah and i was super high and all. then sec1 induction rehearsal ended, and the foyer was totally swamped by them pls. like alicia,lydia,grace,audrey,and i were sitting at the pillers, and the whole sec1 cohort just comes marching in and we cant see a single darn car thru their legs. bahhhh. so daddy called like after half an hour, and said he was queuing up. and i had to squeeze my way front. and its not that a very nice experience i tell you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri/ 12/1/2007&lt;br /&gt;went to sch like some zombie, cos i barely slept for 5mins. reached school like at 718. hahahaah. and the teachers are all like faster run! faster run! to stop you from getting booked. was super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the rain. i hate twotiming girls. and that was not random. there's a whole story on that, but whatever. i dont really care. he alr dumped her. ahahahahhahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then after school stayed back and like stoned in class while watching the dancers practice. they're really entertaining. hehe. left at 3+, and it was raining super heavily. started a frenzy of calling cabs, but got a lift from alicia in the end. was super high and hyper the whole day and everything, and then we took the mrt for no apparent reason. but nevermind. haha. crapped alot in the train, then stopped over at bishan to get stuff, bt they were still soldout. grahhhh. saw a few juniors, and was willing them not to see me. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition, which meant i couldnt go bowling. :( but nevermind. i dont mind. cos i met aarontan. hahahahahhahaah. he nearly gave me a heart attack. he suddenly appeared at tuition centre without telling me. and almost got seen by mum and dad. hahahahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnn, had phone conferencing with azel and the other aarontan at like 11+, and it was really funny. cos azel and i were like all high and hyper so it was pretty hilarious. hahahaahah. and found out both aarontans are so similar, its freaky. but quite cool at the same time. :D like how many people know of two guys, who are of the same age, have the same name, same surname, stay in the same place in singapore, are both ________&amp;________'s &lt;strong&gt;fourth&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriends, and umm.. _______&amp;amp;______'s firstkiss was lost to them. its freaking cool luhhhh. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just lost weight since wedsday. like 2 kg. ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. thats w-e-i-r-d. like seriously. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116866333540981306?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116866333540981306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116866333540981306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116866333540981306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116866333540981306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/sezelne-azanna.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116842470636429108</id><published>2007-01-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:25:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a nocturnal person.&lt;br /&gt;and thats what triggered off the 2nocturnal class name.&lt;br /&gt;cool yeah?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats not the point. the point is, i was practically sleeping with my eyes open, called stoning, is all the lessons today, except pe. pe was fun! and janell and i plan on videoing the class at their next pe session, if we're not dng agn. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;took height and weight and i grew. ahahahaha! 1-2cm. im a happy girl. but i dint lose weight. dint gain any either. and ive come to the conclusion of, its either my home's weighing machine puts one kg onto you, or the sch;s take off one kg frm you. :D cos its unbelievable, i lost weight overnight. eventhough i &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;get sick before that. ahha. &lt;em&gt;and mspoon's darn cute and hilarious. i really think shes damn cool. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and started feeling crabby so i just stoned thru all the remainding lessons till stomachache went away! waited for wenmin a hell damn long 45mins after assembly, before gng j8. libing serena and i were like planning on killing her pls. grahhhh. but we're nice people and we dint. oh and mstan came by today. shes so cute! ahahaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to j8, haha. lunched at pastamania, for we're keeping wenmin frm yoshinoya and her smashing thingy. and nearly got a heart attack from xinyi. shes like a stalker. appeared whenever i went. ahha. then tried to find rubberbands for the two girls, but there wasnt black ones. oh and i met liwei, like twice, on the same level. hehe. and we laughed whenever we saw each other. and i saw sherrie too. and and manymany of my marymount juniors!(: i met lots of people today. haha. then, serena went off, and we went to the library. walked like aplenty, and finally found an empty box to sit in and crap. we talked abt random stuff and jumped from one topic to the next. was really funny i tell you. then libing went off to find a table to do chinese compo, and wm and i continued crapping a whole lot. until like libing came back, and we crapped somemore, until some old guy came and asked us to shush. so we're nice girls, and we listened. and when we went off ltr, we looked back and found him staring at us as we left. weirdguyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked off to the mrt with libing, and met prajakta there. she has plenty of dingdongs onher bag, phone, pouch and whatevers, and they looked a little.. wrong. hehe. dont know why lah. then came back, and found out there's bowling this friday, and i prob cant go because of tuition. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i think sezelne's a really nice name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; very niceeeee. and unique. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's made up of the names, serena;azel;joanne in case you dint notice. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116842470636429108?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116842470636429108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116842470636429108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116842470636429108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116842470636429108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-nocturnal-person.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116824969500138477</id><published>2007-01-08T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:48:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know whats wronggggg.&lt;br /&gt;i think i got an overdose.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bryannnnn. and the stupid times he acted like a kid to make me laugh. he was a great friend and everything. but he went away.&lt;br /&gt;im not sane right now.&lt;br /&gt;and so goodbye baboons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; thankyou that very person whom i cant name. there's a reason why and im not telling. but thanks for doing what you did today. thanks babyyyy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;its really very much appreciated even though i dont know why you did it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116824969500138477?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116824969500138477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116824969500138477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116824969500138477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116824969500138477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-whats-wronggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116816648516388204</id><published>2007-01-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:41:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>korr is so random and funny. we got out of the car and he just said "toilets are good for health."&lt;br /&gt;and i went "that was pretty random.. haha." and he goes "its true what. if you dont have toilets, you'll die. " and i just go "yeah i know. but it still is a very random thing to say " and we both start laughing. haha. dont you just love korr too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuation frm yest's post;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/57423/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/426357/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know its darkkkkkk. but im too lazy to brighten it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;two angmos come trotting by. the tan one goes into macs, the fair one comes over.&lt;br /&gt;" excuse me miss, my friend thinks you're very pretty. he wants your numbers. "&lt;br /&gt;" thankyou. tell your friend hes very sweet and handsome too. but mummy told me not to give my number to strangers" - smiles super sweetly and laughs-&lt;br /&gt;fair angmo laughs too and goes back to tell his tanned friend.&lt;br /&gt;both come back over and starts chatting till my friend turns up.&lt;br /&gt;they're handsome and cute and &lt;strong&gt;angmo&lt;/strong&gt;. but tourists. too baddddddd. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116816648516388204?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116816648516388204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116816648516388204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116816648516388204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116816648516388204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/korr-is-so-random-and-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116809325644277587</id><published>2007-01-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:20:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuition was darn hilarious. we were like super high and hyper for no reason, then grannayye and i started drawing angel hearts and it suddenly became a whose one's cuter competition. HAHA. and shes like super cute. laughing like some madass today. :D and its &lt;strong&gt;infectious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had sparkling grape juice or something after dinner for fun. ahha. cos korr was like&lt;em&gt; can we open nowwwww? pleaseeee.&lt;/em&gt; in his whinywhiny voice, for like since 1 week ago. haha. and daddy finally let him. even though im sick. thats why we only drank the sparkling juice. but nevermind. it still got us high. hahahha. then after jie and i finished the whole bottle, we went to take sunglasses pics for no particular reason. ahahaha. like totally crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im talking to rhea. (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss herrrrrrr. &lt;em&gt;awwwww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;miss you missy. come back soon alrighties. or at least keep in touch please. HAHA. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/371997/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the dumb caption i had for the thing i drew, which got grannayye into a huge fit of laughter. ehheh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/499699/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/380864/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun with the bottle(: but it was still full and heavy&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/422261/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: 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href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/tuition-was-darn-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116806756853540075</id><published>2007-01-06T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:12:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KEY:&lt;br /&gt;A: likes to drink&lt;br /&gt;B: Likes people&lt;br /&gt;C: is wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;E: A GOOD KISSER&lt;br /&gt;F: People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G: never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;H: Have a very good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;I: Loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;J: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly&lt;br /&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;O: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;R: Fucking crazy&lt;br /&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;T: Loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;U: Really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgemental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyonecould ask for&lt;br /&gt;Z: Always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joannechiayilynn. thats pretty long. but heckit. haha. oh and i got this frm xy's blog. i was bored. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;O: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;A: likes to drink&lt;br /&gt;N: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;N: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;E: A GOOD KISSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: is wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;H: Have a very good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;I: Loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;A: likes to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyonecould ask for&lt;br /&gt;I: Loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyonecould ask for&lt;br /&gt;N: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;N: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh. okay. done. and now i havta go tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and the above's really damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116806756853540075?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116806756853540075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116806756853540075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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exercise, i wna run, i wna go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;first ive got a flubbing sprained ankle. which doesnt allow me to go running. there's jogging today and i wna jog. but there's prob some briefing agn. why do we need so many briefings huh? its dumb and wastes time when we alr know and wna joggggg. and even if there isnt, i cant. flubbing sprained ankle. rawrrrr. everyone's suddenly emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;new year's resolution: not to use *&lt;/em&gt; and im trying to keep it. flub. now you dont think its a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i cant even go sch. first i cant jog, now i cant even go sch. flub super high fevers of 39.6, flub throat infections. i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; school. not the lessons, not the tchrs. i need sch for the people i need sch for the time it takes up. at least im dng something and not rotting away like some piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having mood swings and its not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i resolve not to smack ppl when they bite nails agn. its not a very pleasant thing to do and im sick and tired of dng that for 7 years. its not gna bother me if they do things to their hands that hurt themselves. i wna stop it, but maybe its a habit the two of you grew up with. it h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;urts seeing loved ones dng self mutilation, but im keeping out of this. i'll just cause more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gna do whatever it takes to keep this resolution.&lt;br /&gt;im serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116796184156693127?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116796184156693127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! so maybeeeee first day's not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;except that chinese pretty much sucked. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;the cheenise tchr wants to do compo tmr. like who does compos on the 2nd day of sch? of all things.&lt;br /&gt;blawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, there was a hugeeeee jam in the morn, and its the 1st time in history that i reached sch after seven.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;yes, go record it down.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so then, the poor cocoNUT had to wait for reeeeeeally long.&lt;br /&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy came along to sch today. like HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;its pretty cute actually, seeing ur mum in sch.&lt;br /&gt;then flagraising and everything, and ohmy. the secones are so small and cuteeee. like only the small ones pls. the tall ones are freaking tallll and the short ones are really small. like wth?&lt;br /&gt;there's no normal ones?&lt;br /&gt;then went up up upthe stairs. to the new classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss my secONE class. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the class with the purple doors, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the class where all the love is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the not so clean class,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the class which &lt;strong&gt;other people&lt;/strong&gt; are using now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out there wasnt anymore normal seats left, like at the back.&lt;br /&gt;and ended up right in front of the tchr's desk okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant have lessons in front of the tchr pls.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prob get lectures frm the tchr everyday. grahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were pretty happy when ms tang decided to change seats. ahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;then she gave two choices of arranging to height or birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;of course birthdays lah. then i'll prob be somewhere behind.&lt;br /&gt;but nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;half the classes wanted height.&lt;br /&gt;so we went out complaining. im not very tall you know.&lt;br /&gt;and lined up, but it wasnt really accurate. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;then when it came to me, the tchr was like next two, yh pushed me forward, and i found out that im back with azelhan. like so dumb luhhhh. we were like laughing and jumping when we went back in, hahah. its like really damn funny. started off sitting with her, arrange also back to her. so we mainly just like shifted frm 1st row to 2nd. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;and we crapped with ms tang till recess.&lt;br /&gt;shes quite cute too. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize, if we dint get quekquek, that new hist tchr and mr chan, we'd prob be the class with the best list of tchrs.&lt;br /&gt;im serious you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and jacinda, ang kai jie's our maths tchr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that's like pretty hilarious, because hes &lt;em&gt;someone's &lt;/em&gt;cousin, and considering how we've got people who've got crushes on him? hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;and i once told his cousin i dont find him that _______ or _______ as everyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh. so its really very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for chinese, the tchr was like damn drony and siying was entertaining me. she came to sit beside me during chinese okay. which means i'll be like super entertained. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. and ive got christmas pesents tooooooo frm umm.. a few ppl. they're all soft toys. like so cute! ohmyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;thankyouuuuuuu(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now jie's chasing me off the com,&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye all you baboons. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, you can glare at her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116780996784966331?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116780996784966331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116780996784966331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116780996784966331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116780996784966331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-so-maybeeeee-first-days-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116773238425656080</id><published>2007-01-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:06:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realized ive been posting super long posts these few days. haha. its prob cos the hols are gna be over, and well, i wont hav that much time. okay. i dont really think its the reason why. haha. just take it that i dont suffer for writers block when blogging. haha! and its the 2nd post! yup. i really dont think so. hahahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt sch starting tmr, i realize how much i miss my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;and when you think abt it, its not so bad gng the first day afterall. :D&lt;br /&gt;just that i dont know where the friggin new class room is, and i dont wna go there alone.&lt;br /&gt;booooo.&lt;br /&gt;so azel's gna wait for me in the foyer first. then we'll go up together! (:&lt;br /&gt;how sweet of her to suggest that yeah. awwww. and thats part of why i love her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i can wait for tmr. but i dont wna go back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;oh im &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;okay. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop here before it turns into a super long one agn.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; i miss my girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;really alot. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116773238425656080?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116773238425656080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116773238425656080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116773238425656080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116773238425656080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-realized-ive-been-posting-super-long.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116772858584112054</id><published>2007-01-02T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:33:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/825813/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year! :D i'd have wished yest.&lt;br /&gt;but the com was unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, which was kinda fun actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;its prob the first and only time im gna say that chinese tuition's fun okay.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cos tchr was like nice that day, and when i dint do her homework she just said faster learn now lah.&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to like my chinese tchr. ahahahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;okay. then went off to uhhh.. town to meet my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;met her at centrepoint to collect our tickets for the movie and went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;she agreed to buy us sundaes cos jie was bugging daddy for icecream.&lt;br /&gt;then i negotiated and we got 3sundeas and fries in the end.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;and we started crapping abt somethings funny tilllike 815.&lt;br /&gt;then realized we were gna be late, we finally went off.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw joan and wendelynnnnn(:&lt;br /&gt;okay thats not the point. hahah&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh.. went arnd cine like some dumbdumbs and finally reached the cinema at like 845.&lt;br /&gt;the movie started at 830 if you wanted to know. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;the holiday's a really nice movie you know. you shld go watch.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone liked it, except korr, who only went ' how long ah? very long eh. when'll it end? ' throughout the whole thing okay. like only after he sat down for 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;grahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;then it ended after 2hr15mins, i think? yeah. and we went down to pastamania to hav uhhh.. 1130supper. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;started crapping agn about someppl who was walking by and their dressing sense. really damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm.... oh yeah. then mum and dad walked out into the streets instead of gng to the carpark and we were all like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought we were gng to the car to countdown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;walked until outside the hotel, then mummy lazy to walk anymore. so we sat on the bench and tried entertaining ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;jie and i like started waving to the people who poked their heads out of their hotel windows. but they dint bother to wave back. so we gave up after a while. unfriendly ppl. grahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;then yeah. found entertainment frm the manymany indian workers who were like walking in frm hellknowswhere. they were like whistling and shouting damn loudly. and scared the shit out of us. i wanted to walk down orchard, but then gave up on the idea, cos i dint wna get sprayed thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just sat there and mainly stoned till 1159. i was like hey one min left and everyone was like orh okay. then we forgot to countdown, cos we were staring at the bangalas across the street. and the next time i checked the watch, it was 1201. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mummy got paranoid abt them and was like can we go now? can we? cos the bangalas were coming up the side of the street we were on. and she dint fancy getting sprayed too. so after awhile, after witnessing the hotel's big welcoming of the new year, we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to the carpark, jie and i almost got sprayed and stuff, but we got a humanblocker and was saved. haha. it was quite funny actually. oh and i wished a security guard happy new year! ane he did smile and wish back too okay. (: im a nice girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and msges started pouring in after12, and i think i replied some. sorry if i dint reply or dint send you a msg. parents were atering and gng. see lah. see lah. all the msges come in alr. you msg somemore i take away ur phone. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks anyway to those who called and msged. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, got woken up by calls and msges, and couldnt sleep agn. so back home, jie and i were like lying in bed with more msges pouring in, and we couldnt sleep! then was damn irritated when i finally fell asleep, but was woken up by more msges coming in. and the lines were all busy, so like i had plenty coming in after i fell asleep at 3-5+ in the morn, when they were all sent at like 1+ 2 am. grahhh. so i finally gave up and turned off the phone. hehe. but thanks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i loved the year of 2006. it was muchmuch different,fabulous and awesomeee. thanks to some people who made it that way. love y'all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/1/&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the new year! and we woke up at 11+. ehhh.. okay. nevermind. haha. actually the day started somewhere during the spraying battle we saw in orchard. but yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically stayed home and messed arnd with things. then watched like dunno how many movies. haha. but it was fun lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie went to give kenneth his xmas present, and came back with a balloon sculpture of tigger! i saw and wanted eeyore. so he said he'd try to make one for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then when we were watching some show at night, kei came.&lt;br /&gt;then mummy suddenly woke up saying she wanted to eat &lt;strong&gt;satay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like wth?&lt;br /&gt;so we all went out to chompchomp at serangoon for uhh.. midnight supper. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;the food wasnt all that wow or anything. but we had a fun time there and also met the yeung family and alex. and i think kei was amazed by what mummy did with the huge cup of sugarcane juice which i refused to drink. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sent kei home, and came home too. and kenneth came down to pass me my balloon sculptured eeyore. it doesnt really look like eeyore frm the front, but frm the back, at a certain angle, it looks abit like lah. haha. it was afterall his first try with no instructions. so thanks yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and liverpool totally trashed umm.. bolton? i think so. ahah. three-nil! crouch,gerrard,kyut. ehhh. yeah. i think so. if i rmb azel's msg clearly, or if her msg was correct.. hehe. so anyway, they won and everybody cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh heh. and manu drawed. oh lousy. wahahaha. boo to youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/1/2007&lt;br /&gt;slept at like 3+agn, so i woke up at like 1030? haha. quite early alr okay. considering what time i slept.&lt;br /&gt;sch's starting tmr. oh shit. and im still in weird sleeping times.&lt;br /&gt;blawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. anyway, korr and i watched some cooking show called oliver's twist at noon right before lunch. the show's like really nice and food looked super yummy. the person cooked this few dishes with today's ingredient: &lt;em&gt;chocolate &lt;/em&gt;like yum! the dishes were fantastic and totally pure torture man. then to add to that, i walked out of the room, and smelled mummy's pizza. we were gna have that for lunch, but it wasnt ready yet,. so still havta wait. and i was like super hungry?&lt;br /&gt;then went back in, and watche dthe semi-finals of world's strongest man. the guys are damn cool okay. like they can lift up super heavy things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to some medical hall to do some torturous things to my ankle, and now its bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. thats like practically everything that passed today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a day to school. yes im gng on the first day. =/ im seriously not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/750891/933066856l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/939186/933066856l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the first carolling pic i could get hold of. there're a few more. and the shirt was too big. thats why. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/786187/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i took it frm the back cos it looks more alike this way. hehe. but its cute lah. and i like the tail the best. (: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/263594/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/219982/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's a close-up of the really cute tail! i like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and cheers to a wonderful and great year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116772858584112054?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116772858584112054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116772858584112054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116772858584112054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116772858584112054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-d-id-have-wished-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116737054522960587</id><published>2006-12-29T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:34:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i know it was a longlong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays friday &lt;strong&gt;29/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt; mind you. just take note when i started this post. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;its prob the best xmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;a lovely and amazing one.&lt;br /&gt;went caroling with hell lots of ppl and it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i wna do it agn next yr!&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think mummy liked it.&lt;br /&gt;cos this yrs the 1st xmas eve the family wasnt together&lt;br /&gt;but i dont mind..&lt;br /&gt;i still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st house was uncle raymond's hse i think.&lt;br /&gt;after singing, the girls were like gushing over kyle and keane.&lt;br /&gt;haha. the two little boys were dan cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;and their two older brothers too.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;they're damn handsome too you know.&lt;br /&gt;and we got pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;they're so adorableeeee.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;oh and kyle's an actor. :D&lt;br /&gt;then he started this koala hanging thing on alex when we were gna leave, and keane followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha! so kyle was like hanging on alex while keane hanged on me.&lt;br /&gt;and keane's super light.&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the bus, we became damn high and made stupid variations to the dunnowhatsitcalled song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the origianl version's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chewy chewy chewy chewy mm baba. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ai yai yai yai yai yai yai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*repeat* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalala x8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we changed the chewy chewy part to diff songs like abc, twinkle twinkle little star, old mcdonalds had a farm and whatever we could think of.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn funny and got everyone super high and hyper.&lt;br /&gt;then we were so crazy we decided to sing it after singing all the carols at pastor william's hse.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did too! it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then after the carolling and eating whatever was done,&lt;br /&gt;pastor daniel and his world-acclaimed sopranist wife, aunty anna dueted &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY'RE REALLY GOOD AT SINGING TOGETHER-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back in the bus to go back to yishun, we started our nonsense rubbish agn&lt;br /&gt;and sang till we got a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so cool lah. driving back frm clementi and sounding like dont know what. haha./&lt;br /&gt;and we reached home at 11++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;stayed awake till christmas!&lt;br /&gt;then msges started pouring in and the phone was vibrating every 5 mins with 2 msges.&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;and my prettypretty grace was experiencing that too.&lt;br /&gt;haha! its really very hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; who do not wna be named, for calling and passing the phone to whoever was arnd and letting every one of them scream merryxmas. it got me into a really high and christmassy mood and feeling really dumb for they were all screaming the same thing and i dont know them. haha! but it was so sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mummy the crazy nuthead azel who called too and scared the hell outta me. oh and ur cousin who screamed into the phone too. although i also dont know her. haha! but thanks yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the crazy ahmah xinyi for wishing me all the way frm japan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that person who wished me frm australia too. haha. you're cute. :D [ i dint expect you to still rmb me. much less wish me. haha ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to grace, theresa, bella, jingsen, eirene, all the rest who wished me. :D [ many of whom were unexpected, hehe ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who gave me all those lovely presents too. thanks you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas this years not really a blast cos mummy,daddy and korr was sick. and there werent any family gathering or anything, but we're having one this sat, :D&lt;br /&gt;oh which is tmr!&lt;br /&gt;oh yay!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. i love christmas!&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of love on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;went for chinese tuition&lt;br /&gt;halfway through, korr fell sick and threw up three times in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so he dint do anything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh i was supposed to go iceskating with edwin, grace, joshua, sherman, eirene, vanessa, johui. but i couldnt. sorry ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and that edwin called at 11++ on sat just to ask if i can go skating. crazyass. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot everything else.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;everyone except daddy went international plaza to pick up jolyn, joab and jonell.&lt;br /&gt;they're cute!&lt;br /&gt;but pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;evil ppl.&lt;br /&gt;grahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;jolyn pulls ears of her siblings,&lt;br /&gt;joab pulls the hair of his sisters,&lt;br /&gt;and the youngest one,&lt;br /&gt;oh she just punches anywhere she feels like.&lt;br /&gt;seee.&lt;br /&gt;pure evil ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and i dint name them that!&lt;br /&gt;they told me themselves.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;first we met them, then went bk to eat.&lt;br /&gt;jolyn's a picky little thing who dint want mustard on her burger.&lt;br /&gt;but it came with mustard! so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then she ate till like left 3 mouthfuls and refused to eat anymore cos of mustard.&lt;br /&gt;- - thats not very logical aint it.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;so i picked it up, went ewwwwwww. cos mustard went onto my finger and put it down.&lt;br /&gt;then she, laughed, picked it up, and ATE it.&lt;br /&gt;wthhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;so she actually let me carry out my feeding attempt just so i would get mustard over my fingers too.&lt;br /&gt;evil.&lt;br /&gt;and then her sister, eats really s-l-o-w-l-y.&lt;br /&gt;kinda like when i was small tooo!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;so while waiting for her to finish her food, the two older ones started talking and playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;then jolyn hanged her right leg over my left, like the day i hanged mine on mummy's at cafe cartel. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and joab sat on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;hes heavy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that,&lt;br /&gt;yadayada, mrt, got in, got out, went suntec.&lt;br /&gt;the little girl stuck to me, and soon her brother followed.&lt;br /&gt;while the jonell tagged to mummy.&lt;br /&gt;jolyn was like holding my hand and jumping here, jumping thereeeee.&lt;br /&gt;so i named her kangaroo!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;then joab started laughing. cos i told him.&lt;br /&gt;and that bombomhead jolyn dint wna let go off my hand and tugged on it.&lt;br /&gt;playing dead one moment and&lt;br /&gt;a jumping kangaroo the next.&lt;br /&gt;joab was like super entertained by her and started laughing and laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;grahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;went to the cinema, where we met daddy, zack and terry.&lt;br /&gt;decided to watch charlotte's web.&lt;br /&gt;which was at &lt;em&gt;five.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only like &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked down to carrefour with five little kids.&lt;br /&gt;mummy actually tagged each little kid to an older one. like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jolyn- me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joab- korr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jonell- jie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zack- mummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;terry- daddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the kukuhead joab tagged to me too, so korr was lucky and freeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i like joab too. :D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. went there and only stayed at the oto display thing there lah.&lt;br /&gt;the 5 kiddos were like having fun on the massager thingys.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy eventually bought one.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnn,&lt;br /&gt;back upstairs for it was alr five.&lt;br /&gt;yes. we spent &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; long at the same place using massagers and getting clinged/pulled by jolyn and joab, the two horrors.&lt;br /&gt;so kuku lah. but they're lovely anyway.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;im like so contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. yep i am.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte's web's quite a fabulous show.&lt;br /&gt;wilbur's like so cute!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;hes a really cute pig.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the new creation church's shop. its called rock. :D&lt;br /&gt;its like damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;i like!&lt;br /&gt;ahahhha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my aunt then went to pizza hut for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;right outside pizza hut, jolyn came up with this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' okay. you shall be my twin frm now on. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joab heard, and went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' hey! then i shall be ur twin too. oh then we'll be triplets. yar. okay. we're triplets. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' huhhh? why? ehhh.. ive got 2 twins alr. so with you two, i'll be uhhh.. a quindruplet?! wthhhhh. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they just went yeahyeahyeah and walked in each one pulling on one of my arm.&lt;br /&gt;then that bombom joab came up with rule of being a twin #1 : we must sit together.&lt;br /&gt;cos the convo went something like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolyn: i wna sit with you.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;joab: I WANT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAAAAAT? why? dont waaaaaant.&lt;br /&gt;joab: cannot. i must sit with you. -plonks himself on the chair just when the waiter's moving the table!-&lt;br /&gt;joab: there. you sit in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;me: ehhh.. joab ah. get up lah! they moving table you bom.&lt;br /&gt;joab: oh. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-jolyn sits at one end-&lt;br /&gt;one chair left empty, jonell sits in the next chair.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay! i sit here.&lt;br /&gt;joab: okay. aye! CANNOT! then meimei move over.&lt;br /&gt;jonell: dont want.&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyah. dont care lah. i sit here. i lazy move.&lt;br /&gt;joab: eeee. -sits on the other side of jonell-&lt;br /&gt;joab: i want to sit with you... ask meimei move over! -whines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one cared and dinner started.&lt;br /&gt;yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at carrefour to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;at the bench outside, another stupid convo started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i sit down on the bench. there was space for one more person beside me-&lt;br /&gt;-joab sits in the empty place-&lt;br /&gt;jolyn: no place to sit! -sits on my right leg-&lt;br /&gt;joab:i want also! -sits on my left leg-&lt;br /&gt;me: wthhhh. you heavy leh.&lt;br /&gt;-just sits there talking crap for a while.-&lt;br /&gt;then that joab came up with rule of being twins #2: must hug the both of us when we're sitting on ur leg.&lt;br /&gt;and he proceded to link my two hands together across their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;like wth.&lt;br /&gt;hes damn cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;then yadayada. time to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way down the travelator to the carpark,&lt;br /&gt;rule of being a twin #3 was formed.&lt;br /&gt;this time by the super skinny like a stick jolynlow(:&lt;br /&gt;she put an arm arnd my shoulder, lifted my arm to put across herself, and stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'twins havta put arms arnd the shoulders.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like whaaaaaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;then joab heard of it on the travelator and proceeded to entangle our arms together too.&lt;br /&gt;kukuheaded leh the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;they're like that small, and im like that big, and so i couldnt really walk with both entangled beside me.&lt;br /&gt;i can only walk linked with jolyn cos shes taller.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. so it was a pretty hilarious sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the carpark, mummy decided to cross over to the other side, and asked us the bring everyone too. she went first with jonell and korr, leaving me with the two monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;andddddd,&lt;br /&gt;i dint bring them across. they brought me across instead.&lt;br /&gt;they pulled/jumped/hopped/ran across.&lt;br /&gt;all the while tugging on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;and i was walking. so it was not a really nice experience&lt;br /&gt;mummy saw, and started lecturing them on safety of crossing the road in carparks.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy. poor babys.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really think they listened to half of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;eh heh.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then the car sitting. terry and zack went infirst, then me. korr and jie were behind.&lt;br /&gt;then daddy said jonell sit on me. and my two twins protested loudly. they wanted to sit on my lap like thas now outside carrefour. one on each leg.&lt;br /&gt;like thanks goodness daddy dint really care abt their whining. ahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh jie and korr fell sick. thats why they were isolated behind.&lt;br /&gt;poor souls. but they;re alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then went to send zack and terry home.&lt;br /&gt;they climbed over the four of us to get out, cos it was raining and there was traffic. then joab climbed over jonell and me to get to their seat.&lt;br /&gt;so after they went off, jolyn and joab became comfortable while jonell was still sitting on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;and that small girl fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;shes so cute you know.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her if she wna sleep. she shaked her head.&lt;br /&gt;then promptly fell asleep 3 mins ltr.&lt;br /&gt;hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;shes adorable when she sleeps. looks like a little bunny.&lt;br /&gt;awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;and my hands were full frm stopping jolyn's head frm hitting my shoulderbone at everybump, and stopping jonell's head frm falling off my arm.&lt;br /&gt;oh and when we reached their hse.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i woke jonell up, lifted her towards the door and put her down on the sit, letting her climb out.&lt;br /&gt;she just put a leg out, not yet touching the floor, and a hand out, to the handle of the car, and fell asleep agn!&lt;br /&gt;i was like laughing and laughing/ then mummy carried her upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;their parents werent home yet, but we left after taking all the xmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;they were like really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;but well, they just came back frm japan the day before.&lt;br /&gt;oh and jonell woke up just when we reached her doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i really find my cousins so cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for chinese tuition, but korr had fever agn.&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed home i think. i really cant rmb unimportant things. gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. we basically stayed home, went out somewhere in the afternoon i think. and done!&lt;br /&gt;ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go watch movie with edwin and co. but apparently, i knew mummy wouldnt be very keen to the idea. so yeah. i couldnt go. and i think we stayed home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;i really think so.&lt;br /&gt;if i rmbed correctly.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;went with zack and terry and their daddy to ikea alexandra for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered like darn alot of food.&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to finish almost all except three chickenwings. hehe. there were 20 pieces mind you.&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel so very fat.&lt;br /&gt;okay. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to alexandra hoapital to visit their grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;when jie and i first heard of alexandra, we were like &lt;em&gt;daryl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha! damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;went off cos korr had tuition at two.&lt;br /&gt;mine was at four.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so silly at tuition okay.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was dreaming and not listening to the tchr.&lt;br /&gt;i dint want the tchr to find out. so whatever genevieve said, i just mimiced her.&lt;br /&gt;it was really retarded and everything and got the girls into fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchr ranting, me dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;'cher asks if we understand or something.&lt;br /&gt;her: yes.&lt;br /&gt;me:yes.&lt;br /&gt;her: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh.. what's she said? i dint hear. i was dreaming and was just repeating what you said. hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;her: aiyoh. you hor. -starts laughing as well-&lt;br /&gt;joelle: huh? what?&lt;br /&gt;me: -tells her and chickenwing what happened-&lt;br /&gt;they start laughing as well&lt;br /&gt;-goes back to dreaming-&lt;br /&gt;her: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? uh huh. uhh. what?&lt;br /&gt;everyone starts laughing agn&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so like a silly sheep.&lt;br /&gt;oh and those 'her's are genevieve. her name's just go long and im lazy to keep on typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;heehee/&lt;br /&gt;then after class, we went down together and was walking when i suddenly said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i know daddy's gna fetch me underneath that shelter over there ltr.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pointed straight ahead. then nicolette immediately went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'walao eh. you psychic ah you. haha!&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;me: no lah. cos thas now i call daddy mahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha! so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not gna type what happened at night. it'll just be between the two of us who know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/12/2006&lt;br /&gt;ohmy! lunch is yummy and the sotongball has cheeseeeeee. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;so far, its just been church. :D&lt;br /&gt;there's a youth sleepover tonight, and i wna go. but we cant lah.&lt;br /&gt;daddy booked us all for the last night of the year.&lt;br /&gt;hes the daddy and he even has to book his kids almost a week in adv to make sure we're free.&lt;br /&gt;awwww. i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;ive got tickets to countdown party and im not gng.&lt;br /&gt;but we're gna be watching the holiday anyway. and we're having our own countdown. we dint get to countdown for xmas as a family. but we're prob dng so for the newyear!&lt;br /&gt;so im still happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and there wasnt a family gathering yest.&lt;br /&gt;mummy cancelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;booooo. i miss all my lovely cousins. babyyyyyyyy! i miss you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the last day of the year and i hope it'll be a blast. i really want it to be a great ending to a fabulous year. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh and there are pics too. just that my brother hasnt yet figured out how to upload them frm his phone. bombom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and uncle patrick hasnt passed me the photos too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll prob post them up once i got them alright. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheers- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and p/s : nope. im not psychic. i knew what happened cos i just ended my post today. &lt;strong&gt;31/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt; now you see how long this post took? haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116737054522960587?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116737054522960587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116737054522960587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116737054522960587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116737054522960587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay_29.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116729025251959500</id><published>2006-12-28T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:17:32.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im so so pissed with the internet. &lt;br /&gt;yeah. im sorry abt that natural disaster and everything.&lt;br /&gt;but you dont have to affect my internet do you.&lt;br /&gt;pffffft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to update. &lt;br /&gt;and it was like gna be a super long one. &lt;br /&gt;but i dont know if it'll come out.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wna waste my time. &lt;br /&gt;pffffffft. &lt;br /&gt;im so damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mummy's darn irritating too. &lt;br /&gt;gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;@%^$*$%@#^&amp;#% !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116729025251959500?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116729025251959500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116729025251959500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116729025251959500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116729025251959500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116694181247207949</id><published>2006-12-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:30:12.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths tuition is always fun!&lt;br /&gt;especially with the retarded threesome there.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;grannayye chickenwing me&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. the bottle tree park in yishun's nice!&lt;br /&gt;its like so much bigger than bottle tree village okay.&lt;br /&gt;like SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;and its very much nicer too.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;its really baeutiful and a great place for gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the big spaces.&lt;br /&gt;and there're playgrounds and a basketball court too leh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;its like damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and the hugamongous fishing ponds too.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a few hours there last night.&lt;br /&gt;like frm 6+ to 9+ 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;dinner wasnt really that fantastic lah.&lt;br /&gt;but the weather was good.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and after dinner. jie and i were so pro.&lt;br /&gt;we went off to the playground and left daddy and mummy to pay the bill.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;we found the twin slides and sat there staring up into the deep navy blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;its actually very nice you know.&lt;br /&gt;just missing a whole bunch of stars.&lt;br /&gt;we started crapping, and then suddenly two kids wanted to slide down.&lt;br /&gt;so being nice ppl, we went off to the hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there for quite a long time, then went back and yadayada. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;got into the car, then on the way home, mummy came up with disgusting suggestions of how to punich korr next time.&lt;br /&gt;and it got us all into stitches.&lt;br /&gt;shes really very funny when she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know its the 24th, but i may not be blogging tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it looks so cute! hahahha. i wanted a candycane, but then my background's white so you wont be able to see the words.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. it looks nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to those who alr wished me like a longlong time ago. like 2 weeks before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to you too, and thanks for ur presents and cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116694181247207949?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116694181247207949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116694181247207949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116694181247207949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116694181247207949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/maths-tuition-is-always-fun-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116684951476268904</id><published>2006-12-23T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:54:42.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to go to the christmas bash last night.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but there was daddy's company dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;and it was alright actually. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner was at regent hotel and it was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of salmon leh. ive no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;there were like three types of salmon.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i love mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;its like the only thingamagig that doesnt make you feel so full.&lt;br /&gt;and the deserts look nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and they tasted nice too. just that there werent any chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;so i took off the decoration piece and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;hoho!&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. and it was yummy too okay.&lt;br /&gt;dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then auntie isabelle's daughters went arnd dng magic tricks entertaining everyone.&lt;br /&gt;its like so funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;i wna learn too.&lt;br /&gt;they actually take classes to learn how.&lt;br /&gt;geezzzzz. why cant i too?&lt;br /&gt;oh but im not really interested.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. daddy made the wrong mistake of driving thru orchard to go home, and we ended up at tangs.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;so its like in the end we only reached home at 12++.&lt;br /&gt;oh thats one hour earlier than the night i had my 6Ddinner.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh. the malaysia ppl are gng back on sun.&lt;br /&gt;ISNT THAT CHRISTMAS EVE.&lt;br /&gt;booooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and santa says hoho! ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116684951476268904?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116684951476268904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116684951476268904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116684951476268904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116684951476268904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wanted-to-go-to-christmas-bash-last.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116669909135076583</id><published>2006-12-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:24:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahhahahah. bridget just called me a cute nut. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so,&lt;br /&gt;small?&lt;br /&gt;actually i feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;oh now im a silly bunny.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to update. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i went for iag adv, and its was damn fun. :DD&lt;br /&gt;it ended on monday.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss people alr.&lt;br /&gt;i miss theresa.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bella.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jingsen.&lt;br /&gt;i miss lifen.&lt;br /&gt;i miss weirdweird daniel.&lt;br /&gt;i miss louis.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jacinda.&lt;br /&gt;i miss cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jo hui.&lt;br /&gt;i miss grace.&lt;br /&gt;i miss vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;i miss edwin.&lt;br /&gt;i miss alot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;boooooo.&lt;br /&gt;oh and incase ur wondering, not all are in my grp. like duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;and adv's muchmuch more fun than basic. -BIG GRIN-&lt;br /&gt;ours was the 1st advcamp that had so much rain. and rain was the thing that made it most enjoyable. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and also the 1st to be held at tampines bike trail.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the rain that day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/715776/akltg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept till darn late. afternoonnnn. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rmb what happened, cos of stm agn, haha! see. ive got selective memory. cos my brain's small.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just insulted myself.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. HAPPYFEET. hahahahaha. socuteeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;caroling at night. and i cant rmb anything else.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6D GATHERINGGGGGGG~&lt;br /&gt;i love all the people who came, and those who didnt. -hint hint hint-&lt;br /&gt;but bloody hell. you ppl sure do take long to walk over to taka frm wisma man.&lt;br /&gt;ellie,minmin and i were there earlyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the rich tai who chauffeured us to taka. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and the rest walked over super slowly.&lt;br /&gt;minmin was darn pissed. hehe. RICH TAI!&lt;br /&gt;she was dressed like some super wealthy person pls. and i think sherrie was mesmerized by her blings. hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;SHINYYYYYYY~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i saw ben! :D he was one of the coaches in my sk camp. hahahahahha. he still recognizes me. heh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at seoul garden, [ it was jazreel's and my first time there okay.] and yes thankyou and love you ellie for suggesting that place which costs you a friggin 23.20 for dinner. and you hav to cook it yourself! oh but i dint hav to. :D&lt;br /&gt;the qian jing strikes agn. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i cant cook, and i dont know how to choose food. [ yes, you can stop saying how dumb i am]&lt;br /&gt;so i just sat there and phyllis took and cooked the food for me. :DD&lt;br /&gt;shes so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then towards the end, jazreel also started cooking for me!&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;and the both of the were fighting to see where i'd seat. haha! damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;fighting to cook food for ppl.&lt;br /&gt;madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then like half the grp went home. it was still very early, and i mean very.&lt;br /&gt;it was like only 9+ 10? and they all alr went back home!&lt;br /&gt;so we went out and took seriously spastic and retarded pics.&lt;br /&gt;very fun okay. but we seemed like p6s who just finished psle and couldnt wait to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;oh but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;we WERE at a p6 gathering afterall.&lt;br /&gt;so you can forgive us for acting like one.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mrs ngain dint come.&lt;br /&gt;now pics, cos im too lazy to type anymore. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anddddddd. one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;MINMIN'S A DARN GOOD DANCER. HER REFLEXES ARE DAMN FAST LOR. HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/813551/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/643112/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/363179/IMG_0534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there. she cooks for me! :D and thats phyllis' sister beside her. the weeny one. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/261607/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/906212/IMG_0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/784958/IMG_0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the bracelets sherrie bought for ellie and me. frm thailand. :D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/683290/SSM11359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/112807/SSM11362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/462733/SSM11363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/994644/SSM11365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/331026/SSM11366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/180666/SSM11368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/979553/SSM11369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/129870/SSM11370.jpg" border="0" /&gt; why my hair still looks rebonded, ive no idea. in case you dont know, ive alr chopped it all off.THE REBONDED PARTS LAH. not all my hair! - - dumbdumb. yes ________ tts referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/24969/SSM11373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/783173/SSM11375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;notice sherrie's peeled off halfway nail polish? HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/888127/SSM11380.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i think its the start of our crazy phototaking. :D there's more of it. this is just the 1st. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/839768/SSM11381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/60217/SSM11382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/816744/SSM11384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;everyone who went! thanks for the memorable night.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/598899/SSM11394.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i think every pic after this is umm.. not normal. hehe. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/966936/SSM11393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/3616/SSM11395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;okay. so maybe this is normal. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/645764/SSM11397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHA. this pic was because of jazreel lim! AUNTIE AH. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/290263/SSM11398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i like this picture! haha. it has the smoke thingy arnd. :D aiyah, just say its a nice pic, although it shows that im fat. ah whatever. i still like it. hahahahahah. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/8330/SSM11400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh it looks like we're in a dumb pageant. HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/847838/SSM11401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/471516/SSM11399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;RICH TAI! you cant see frm here, but shes also wearing a fully diamond encrusted bracelet and ring. seee. minmin's a rich taitai who wants to puke when she sees ice cream. hehh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tonights the ak christmas bash and i cant go. :(&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone i miss is gng, and i cant.&lt;br /&gt;im gng daddy's company dinner instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;sorry grace, audrey, and i forgot who else is gng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116669909135076583?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116669909135076583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116669909135076583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116669909135076583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116669909135076583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahahhahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116615085025018254</id><published>2006-12-15T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:06:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayokay. i wna do this quiz. sofun! hahahahaha. and! it wastes time. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY-ISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a jersey. &lt;em&gt;im going to:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like being sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love mud.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played at least one sport on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played more than one sport just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate pink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hoodies and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pranks are fun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It's funny when people get hurt. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shopping is torture. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pulling heads off of dolls isn't creepy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Painting your nails is weird.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a PS2.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an XBox.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a Gamecube.&lt;br /&gt;[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a PSP.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch Sports Center.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch sports on TV sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gorey movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aren't scared of anything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You take part in "male bonding."&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You aren't sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like going to football games. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Night games rock.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spiders and bugs are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to freak out your sister/brother.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Baggy pants are cool. &lt;em&gt;they're comfortable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get Sports Illustrated/other sports/guy magazines&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fire is cool.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't babysit.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're immature sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green, (black, red, blue or silver) are your favourite color(s).&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Romantic comedies are boring.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't care about your hair sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Climbing trees is fun.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Contact sports like football are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;24 x 2= 48%&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;GIRLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You shop all the time. &lt;em&gt;Everyweek:]]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You buy different coloured shirts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear halters and tube tops.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like shopping at Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the colour pink.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the colour black.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hanging at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing jewelery &amp;amp; accessories.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skirts are a part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You take a long time doing your hair.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate the movie Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cry in movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] It takes you around 30 minutes to get dressed and put on make-up and accesories.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;17 x 5 = 85%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM 48% GUY-ISH AND 85% GIRLISH. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh.. lets just say its normal. :D it could be worse you know. i could hav alr had my jerseys and then i'll be 50% guyish. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;im so hot.&lt;br /&gt;ive got sexy curls and waves.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;now im back to my lovely hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you pics okay? see ima nice girl too.&lt;br /&gt;but prob tmr. they're not in the com yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the story on how i got the pretty hair.&lt;br /&gt;mummy went for some lancome makeover, and the hairstylist had nothing to do after mummy's hair was madeup. so she curled my hair. :]]&lt;br /&gt;aint she so nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and the pictures were like much better than the estee lauder one can? booooo.&lt;br /&gt;i love their photographer, their photoshop people, their hairstylist, their makeup artiste. :]]&lt;br /&gt;nicenice people who made the pics look so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. ltr. :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116615085025018254?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116615085025018254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116615085025018254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116615085025018254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116615085025018254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/okayokay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116599508362030502</id><published>2006-12-13T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:31:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MELANIE, THE SKIN'S CHANGED.&lt;br /&gt;there. you shld be happy now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was screwed at 1st okay. then i solved the problem!&lt;br /&gt;oh im good. hahahhaah. not.&lt;br /&gt;so its changed and perfectly fine now.&lt;br /&gt;and now you can stop bugging me abt changing skins yes?&lt;br /&gt;good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. christmas tree's up!&lt;br /&gt;its so prettyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;prettypretty christmas tree. (:&lt;br /&gt;we set it up last night.&lt;br /&gt;its darn hilarious setting up christmas trees in my hse okay.&lt;br /&gt;like dad's teaching us how to wind the lights arnd the tree cos we dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;and hes reading the nespaper such that he cant see the tree. and hes the one guiding.&lt;br /&gt;then he went away, we called ppl and stopped winding lights. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i got an icecream then decided i couldnt wind lights while eating an icecream.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat on the floor and stared and laughed at the way kor and jie were winding the light. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;and they punished me by making me put up most of the decorations. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we took photos thru the ornaments! hahahahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;so dumb you know. and it took almost an hour just to decorate the tree.&lt;br /&gt;the tree was alr set up like one month ago. just that we were too lazy to decorate it. hehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/954634/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/152019/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jie wrapped me in tinsel~ haha. it was so ticklish and itchy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/947382/IMG_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/195011/IMG_0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116599508362030502?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116599508362030502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116599508362030502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116599508362030502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116599508362030502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/melanie-skins-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116582535363771174</id><published>2006-12-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:39:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Level 1&lt;br /&gt;[ ] smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[ ] smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] done weed&lt;br /&gt;[x] kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;[x] been in love&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been dumped&lt;br /&gt;[x] shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been fired&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;[x] snuck out of a parent's house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been arrested&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;[x] skipped school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;[x] seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;[x] been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thrown up from drinking&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;[x] eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[ ] met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;[x] love/like someone right now&lt;br /&gt;[x] laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;[x] flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;[x] built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;[x] gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;[x] played dress up&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;[x] jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;[x] been lonely&lt;br /&gt;[x] fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;[ ] used a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;[x] watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;[ ] felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;[ ] killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;[x] been tickled&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;[ ] robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;[x] won a contest&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had detention&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;[x] eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;[x] had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;[x] danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;[x] witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;[x] pole danced&lt;br /&gt;[ ] questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;[x] been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;[x] squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;[x] been lost&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[x] played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;[x] recently coloured with crayons/coloredpencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;[x] sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;[x] paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;[x] done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed until some kind of beverage came out ofyour nose&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;[ ] written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;[x] watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;br /&gt;[x] blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;[x] made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;[x] crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] gone roller skating/ blading&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;[ ] humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;[x] worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;[x] jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;[ ] screamed "penis" at a football game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;[x] got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;[x] screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;[x] can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;[x] talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;[x] stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;[x] picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;[x] climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;[x] had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;[x] are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;[ ] believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[x] have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been in jail&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-Post With I've Done 62Out Of 125 Crazy Things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i did this out of sheer boredom agn. and i got this frm chandel. :D&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. there's no comment up there cos i found out i hav secret readers, and i dont know 3/4 of them. or maybe i just dont feel like commenting and dont really care if you hav wild thoughts. well, i think i dont. haha. and i wasnt really honest abt crossing all the things i did cos well, they're like personal? hahahaha. so yeah. only really close friends know which others shld be crossed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and im still boreddddd. soooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/963858/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a super big ass pic of myself. hahahah. in the toilet. i love this pic ya know. and that necklace too. *gleams at someone in particular* haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like posting up pics of that day when i went out with sherrie and ellie. (:&lt;br /&gt;but im lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its raining now.&lt;br /&gt;really heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;but the sky's still bright.&lt;br /&gt;so there'll be rainbows ltr!&lt;br /&gt;oh now there's thunder too.&lt;br /&gt;i shall look out for lightning then.&lt;br /&gt;oh now there's lightning too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ehhh.. that has totally no relevance to the outing pics. HAHA! its just some random thing thing that came into my mind. hehh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/266058/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. iknow i said im lazy. but i still miss them too much. so here's a pic to let you know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and ive got a huge bruise on my arm. its not that uhhh.. black and blue lah. but its still noticeable and thats bad enough? haha. i got it falling down the stairs on sat. hehh. but my butt no bruise leh. or at least i dint see any? HAHA. and yes. my ankle's still abit sprained. since 3rd dec. but i went iceskating on 6th. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;so now you know how often joannechia gets into little accidents.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116582535363771174?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116582535363771174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116582535363771174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116582535363771174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116582535363771174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/level-1-smoked-cigarette-smoked-cigar.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116581992587757831</id><published>2006-12-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:54:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! now continuation frm the last post...&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont feel like posting anymore abt our walk home. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;you ppl know enough. hehh. the other half of the walk home, i'll just keep to myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. pics. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/940031/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jennnn(: iceskating which was a longlong time ago. LIKE 6THDECEMBER.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/668289/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/191077/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the most interesting thing i found in dad's office. like even the dumbest thing can captivate ur short attention span. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/667586/IMG_0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;waiting for mummy! waited for like 1hr 20mins. grahhh. i was that bored i started taking random pics. :D and irritated daddy. hahahahhaa. superfun.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/63722/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SHADOWSSSSS-&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;p&gt;chalet pics- like supposed to be a longlong time ago. but i just got them. oh whatever. long story. let your eyes have their fill and try to imagine the crazyness. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JOLLYSHANDY GIRLS(:&lt;br /&gt;-the only three ppl who drank. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/771185/chalet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/927721/chalet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/8259/chalet4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we love jollyshandy- &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/572064/chalet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the cake! hahahahhah. we sang twinkletwinklelittlestars to it? hehhh. it wasnt anyone's birthday. so yeah. retardedness. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/565646/chalet7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barbequers. hahha. thankyou for cooking the food but sorry for not finishing them. hahahahahahaa. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/883152/chalet6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're the satay advertisers too. :DD &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/201610/chalet5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the lovely ppl who went. its the only grp pic and i dont know if everyones in it. but nevermind. lovey'll who went. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awww. dont worry mich. i love you too. although you dint go. boooo. and all my other secONE crazys who dint go.. it WAS fun. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116581992587757831?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116581992587757831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116581992587757831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116581992587757831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116581992587757831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-now-continuation-frm-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116563674502995758</id><published>2006-12-09T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:59:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>korr's at camp. jie's at camp. im at hooooooooome. tts dumb. i wna go camp tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;16-18DECEMBER loves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk back home frm northpoint last night was so fun. haha. i fing mummy damn funny. shes suddenly so weird and retarded too. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: [to me] hey lets walk home okay? hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? orh. okay lor. cancan.&lt;br /&gt;dad: huhhhhh. then i how leh?&lt;br /&gt;me: then you drive car home, bathe, then go for cell lor. we slowly walkwalkwalk okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;dad: eeyer. okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;----- byebye daddy. he leaves -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walkwalkwalk until the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: ehh.. i want thinthin towel leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? FOR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;mum: mop floor lah! if not use what to mop?&lt;br /&gt;me: umm.. mop? use mop to mop the floor?&lt;br /&gt;-----mum staressss -----&lt;br /&gt;me: correct what. thats why called mop mahhhh. [starts laughing]&lt;br /&gt;-----continues staring then starts laughing as well -----&lt;br /&gt;mum: i cannot find the one i want leh. all so thick one. i want thinthin one they only got thickthick one. i dont like lah.&lt;br /&gt;me: then what you waaaaaaaaant?&lt;br /&gt;mum: ehhh.. i want the thin thin one. the funeral ppl sewsewsew that one.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? its called like that meh? you go to the shop and ask the uncle liddat the uncle think you crazy ah. [dissolves into fits of laughter]&lt;br /&gt;mum: [starts laughing as well] i dont know what its called whattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walks off. cannot find thinthin funeral towels mah.&lt;br /&gt;walks to shop and save.&lt;br /&gt;mum: ey! i want buy my snacks.&lt;br /&gt;me: i want sweets.&lt;br /&gt;mum: dont want lah. only buy snacks. dunwan sweet.&lt;br /&gt;me: eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;mum: you want that fishball thingy?&lt;br /&gt;me: nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;mum: orh. [walks to the next shelf] ehhh. i want this potato chips. but so small packet not fun leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? got fun not fun one meh? then go buy the bigbig one lah!&lt;br /&gt;mum: [walks back to previous shelf] ehhh. you dont want fishball i want leh. [takes it off the shelf]&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyahhh. then you still ask.&lt;br /&gt;mum: [sees prawn crackers] ehhh.. and lets get a black pepper one too. :D&lt;br /&gt;me: haiyohhh.&lt;br /&gt;mum: okayokay. let go&lt;br /&gt;me: yeahyeah. oh look! i see teddybears.&lt;br /&gt;mum: eee. the colour greengreen one. so scary.&lt;br /&gt;me: NOT THE GREEN ONE LAH. THE BROWN ONE. i want.&lt;br /&gt;mum: dont want. i dont like the 3 hairs on the head.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? its not 3 hairs leh. its.. [ counts hairs] TWENTY. i want.&lt;br /&gt;mum: dont want lah. see. the hair make it look like monster leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------walk to fruits shop.&lt;br /&gt;mum: hey i want fruits!&lt;br /&gt;me: dont want laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;mum: i want!&lt;br /&gt;me: hannah.&lt;br /&gt;mum: ehhh.. i want pineapple. then papaya also. ehhh.. you want strawberry anot?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? dont want lah. dont tell me ur gna buy strawberrys too.&lt;br /&gt;mum: ohyar! i want. strawberry also. ohoh. IS THAT JACKFRUIT? i want also.&lt;br /&gt;me: ??? buy so much for what?.&lt;br /&gt;mum: fun what. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk to the park.&lt;br /&gt;me: ehhh.. walk outside right?&lt;br /&gt;mum: dont want. walk inside park also can. dont care i wna walk inside.&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh? orh. okay lor. but you know how to walk home right i dunno leh.&lt;br /&gt;mum: yalah. ey look. got ppl dancing leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: hmmm? onyeah. HAHA. so funny!&lt;br /&gt;mum: hmm. GO SEE LEH. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;me: okayokay. lets go.&lt;br /&gt;mum: [eating jackfruit] ehh.. you want? very nice leh. but dont know why they cut until liddat. so hard to eat. if i ever sell jackfruit i wont cut like that.,&lt;br /&gt;me: i think you wont even cut it at all. [raises one eyebrown then starts laughing]&lt;br /&gt;mum: ohyarhah. [ laughs too!]&lt;br /&gt;mum: the ppl dancing all so old one. and they look like doing qigong leh! the steps are so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;-----daddy calls -----&lt;br /&gt;dad: where are ur?&lt;br /&gt;me: ehhh...ehhh. park?&lt;br /&gt;dad: huh? oh. okay?&lt;br /&gt;me: HAHA. eeeeeeewwwwww. mummy just spat pineapple thingys...&lt;br /&gt;[in the background] mum: its called the core - -&lt;br /&gt;me: ohyar. hahahahahhahaa. pineapple cores into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;dad: haiyoh. faster come home okay. im leaving alr.&lt;br /&gt;mum: im lost. im lost. come fetch meeee. [in a whiny voice]&lt;br /&gt;me: -laughs hysterically-&lt;br /&gt;mum: okayokay. we're gng now.&lt;br /&gt;----- byebye. and the phone goes beep beep. -----&lt;br /&gt;mum: hey look! got one guy leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha. he looks so funny.&lt;br /&gt;mum: hes the only guy leh. lets go stang on that stage thing and stare at them. then look like ur wondering what they're dng okay?&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAAAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;mum: fun mah. hahahahhahahaha. [walks nearer to the stage thing. ]&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyoh! can we go now?&lt;br /&gt;mum: cannot!&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;mum: i want to see whos the best dancer. wait. wait.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? you can telll? -starts laughing-&lt;br /&gt;mum: actually cannot leh. -huffs- haiyah. so dumb. lets go.&lt;br /&gt;me: -laughs all the way out of the park.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey1 i see shadow.&lt;br /&gt;mum: huh? looks arnd. what?&lt;br /&gt;me: shadow lah! on th floor. not in the air. - -&lt;br /&gt;mum: oh!-starts hystericl laughter.-&lt;br /&gt;me: i wna take picture.&lt;br /&gt;mum: shadow also wna take picture. look like ghost ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: ??? -takes a picture-&lt;br /&gt;mum: haiyoh. you done anot? i wna walk liao. one, two, three. -continues walking-&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh? actually i alr took the pic before you started counting. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116563674502995758?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116563674502995758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116563674502995758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116563674502995758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116563674502995758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/korrs-at-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116555729644667474</id><published>2006-12-08T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:07:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gawdddd.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think im weird.&lt;br /&gt;i supposedly hav short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;but then agn, i hav this weird thing of remembering rubbish things, but not things that shld be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;okay. azel's fault.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;in case you wna know, everything's azel's fault.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why either. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;its not supposed to make sense. cos we're senseless people. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd. happy birthday azel. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot her presents yest. but im nice and im dropping by ltr to pass them to her. :D seeee. im not such a bad girl afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh.. and in case you wna know agn, that paragraph ontop was sparked by the fact that i suddenly cant rmb anything that happened on mon and tues at all. like totally NOTHING. i dont even rmb where i went. oops. see. its stm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. since stm is currently stopping me frm knowing whats happened, i'll just start frm wed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th december.&lt;br /&gt;went ice skating with azel and jen. met shaomin there, and shes like damn pro lah. i wna learn how to ice skate like that too. booooo. and. that azelhan, so do not know how to skate. haha. jen and i were like shouting lean FORWARD. not BACKWARDS. and what did the ohso clever [ i promised not to call her dumb today.((: ] woman do? LEAN BACKWARDS. and poof. she fell smack on her ass. and got her jeans wet. oh but its fun falling you know. hehh. i think im pretty contradictory. but whatever. haha. started playing with ice as we gave up on trying to bring her arnd the rink. hehhh. then all got tired and zoooooommm. headed to the arcade where we tried getting as many tickets as possible. sodumb. but we got 151+ alright. we're ohso pro :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/88770/DSC04588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/55762/DSC04596.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7th december.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so fun yest. i started out trying to wake azel by msging her when we were still in mummy's camp. but did she wake up? nooooooooooooo. that was at 8. then i finally woke her up by calling her at 830, telling her i was at the playground. she was like wtf. and zooooommmm. madness in the morning. wasnt that fun? :D she was like still sleepy when i went in? ahhhh. who cares. watched love wreck and laughed at Alexis. then stoned at her room for an hour or two [ trying to draw a perfect star but failing; using the com and searching for random funny pics or things to laugh at.. you get the idea. ] before heading down for lunch while watching pirates. jen came along and spoiled the whole show hahahahahah. changed and got ready to go town to meet rroysonnnnn. but in the end i didnt meet him. HIS FAULT. then jen and i kept messing up azel's hair and it was super hilarious. haha. shes like paranoid abt messy hair and all. so it was FUN. hahhaah. &lt;em&gt;asian dumb blonde~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8th december.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i suddenly feel like such a dumb blonde. oh well, maybe the asian dumb blonde title's hereditary. haha. im in daddy's office for the whole day, so im like using someone's lappie. and it has a password. booooo. so everytime the com goes into standby mode, daddy has to come type in password. HAHA. and so far, hes alr been here 3 times. oops. hehhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the laptop was like batteryless. such a word? ahhh. dont care. so it crashed on me, and offed by itself. *^&amp;%^#%%&amp;amp;. and common sense charge it then continue using right? you dont expect me to stay here the whole day with no com. i'll dieeee. there's totally nothing for me to entertain myself with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i checked the extension wire, and saw that it was like ON. but. it wasnt charging. went abt trying to find out whats wrong, and it took me 15mins to realize the extension's on, but the main's not. so of course cannot charge lah. oh i feel so darn dumb. oh wait. I AM! hahahahhahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im like so bored.&lt;br /&gt;im even reading the archives of everyblog i can access.&lt;br /&gt;thats how bored i am.&lt;br /&gt;booooo to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why im booing so much.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the most interesting i found in dad's office would probably be this roll of kitchen towels with the printings of strawberries, ice-cream and whatnots on it. i even took pictures of it. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even the littlest thing fascinates you when ur totally bored with nothing to do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright. i think i'll stop here. joannechia does not like long posts. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh anddddd;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy birthday azel(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of loves-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116555729644667474?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116555729644667474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116555729644667474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116555729644667474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116555729644667474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-gawdddd.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116523776706091314</id><published>2006-12-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:09:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/823009/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/694248/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bride and groom. its weird how hes holding up her dress instead of holding her hand yeah? haha. all her dresses were too looooong. the groom had to hold her skirt instead of her hand. heh. ohwell. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/119957/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there were two tvs cos there were too many pillars. = = sodumb. sodumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/931441/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/585996/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see ah. its a full glasss. :D the red wine came in a half glass lah! they prob dint want tipsy guests. hehh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/899579/IMG_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;seeeeee. i finished it. :D and no i wasnt drunk. = = &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/425704/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and thats proof i drank it. :D haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. i'll only post like this much. mum's in a crabby patty mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116523776706091314?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116523776706091314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116523776706091314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116523776706091314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116523776706091314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/bride-and-groom.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116513282916996332</id><published>2006-12-03T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:10:26.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everyones illusional. no wait. its deillusional. ehhh no. delusional. ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;okay. nevermind. i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jingwen, her sister and mum yesterdayyyyyyyy~ shes so funny lah. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally got bearbear frm grannayyyyeeeeeeeeeeee(: yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and thats THREE months of forgetfulness i tell you. three months!&lt;br /&gt;its DECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was in SEPTEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;seeeeee. THREE MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;and that was a long way away&lt;br /&gt;oh but thankyou anyway.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that sort of rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;oh that DID rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;haha. haha. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sorry. told you im weird.&lt;br /&gt;i just woke upppppppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my evil fluffy face twin went away today. boooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;and bella's in australia.&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone away?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s: to those who asked, and i dint bother to answer you on msn. xD they're FAKE nails and STICKED ON. so dont ask me where i went to. it isnt a manicure. HAHA. oh and you cant find nicenice ones in singapore i think. :D those are from new york if you dint see the captions.  then you shld go get ur eyes checked! cos the words are so frigging huge. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116513282916996332?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116513282916996332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116513282916996332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116513282916996332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116513282916996332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyones-illusional.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116505815114031235</id><published>2006-12-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:15:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had apples for lunch! :D i love apples. okay. fine, joelle. and pears too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pretty nails toooo. they look reallyreally nice! but they're darn irritating. have you ever tried wearing them? you cant do anything when you hav them. and i really mean anything. they're only meant to be pretty and nth else. gahhh. you simply can do a single darn thing at all. not even scratching ur ear, zipping up ur pants, and uhhh.. blowing ur nose. yeah. its that unpractical. booo. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/941433/IMG_0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broadway nails brought frm new york. :D [ in case ur blind, they're pink butterflies. squint and maybe you do see them now. ] &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/654018/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and so they really do you no use except stick there to look pretty. ohyeah. and tt leads me to asking, did anyone try biting fake nails before? hmm? all those nail biters out there?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/596284/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt; okay. so maybe it has another use. for taking photos and camwhoring. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116505815114031235?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116505815114031235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116505815114031235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116505815114031235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116505815114031235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-apples-for-lunch-d-i-love-apples.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116496780310764354</id><published>2006-12-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:10:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're baaaaaaaack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmhmm. :D&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait. till wed. i wna go iceskating. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;i can wear children shoes. i just found out okay. the largest size they hav is 6. and i wear five. so im not that bigfoot at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i can wear children clothes too! tried on thas now at nyp giordano and it fits. without being tight. was just right actually. hmm. oh fine. so im small. -frowns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheriel just called me an evil fluffy face. for making a date to go iceskating on wed, when shes on holiday, and cant go. hehh. oops?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so now im a purple alien(: and an evil fluffy face. hahahaahaahahahaha. wait. FLUFFY FACE? ehh.. i'll go ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. she learnt that on disney. hehh! according to her, its a cute term for evil. ehh? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/194300/Picture%20300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and tts my fellow tao kae noi seaweed lover, who just called me an evil FLUFFY face. ???  HAHAHAHAHA. and her brother Darrell. hehhh. and we're supposedly related. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheriel chia, you are an evil fluffy face too... hehh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realize i posted just abt the most random things in the world. oh but nevermind. get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s and tts another reason why we're supposedly related too. haha. THE chias(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116496780310764354?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116496780310764354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116496780310764354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116496780310764354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116496780310764354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/12/theyre-baaaaaaaack-hmmhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116489853587642446</id><published>2006-11-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:02:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bored. cos im stuck at home as usual. yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mummy oh-so nicely just dint wna bring me to camp to see daddy and korr. after telling me all day we're gna go. and finally crushing me at 8 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;boo to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmph.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/5909/Picture%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/495919/Picture%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love my daddyyyyyyyyyyy. tralalla. &lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/531208/30-06-06_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i love my korrrrrrr too. ermmmm.. yeah! i do. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay. so maybe im obsessed over my brother and dad after not seeing them for the whole week. but cant a sister/ daughter miss her brother/dad? oh just forgive me. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116489853587642446?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116489853587642446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116489853587642446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116489853587642446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116489853587642446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/gahhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116479261484099544</id><published>2006-11-29T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:56:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and el chalet's one of the best ive ever been to. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its far far better than the others. it had farfar more room too. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but. i forgot to bring the cameraaa. oops. sorry. hehh. joyce and isis thought i was gna bring cam. so they dint bring. gahhh. and so we were camera-less. oh but rashmi had a camera. YAY. but we couldnt camwhore on her cam oh but whatever. we still had fun! hmmhmm. i love the el ppl who went. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tuesday was like raining.. and so we barbequed in the rain! yay!! i wish. but no. we dint. and mr sng took VERY long to start the fire. gee.. so we just sat arnd on the damp freezing cold bench-like thingys. and dinner that night was like satays and more satays cos our whole grp was too lazy to go get other food. haha. mr sng and simphoni's cousin were the ppl who were cooking everything for us, but we dint wna use hands to eat, so satays were the easiest lah! &lt;em&gt;we're the laziest people(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then it started raining agn, and we went in to watch movies. we watched like movies everyday when we're in the chalet, and finished almost all the films ppl brought there. hmm. joyce and i watched too.. until they started on the exorcism of enily rose. then we tried sleeping, cos we dint wna watch. but failed terribly. so we went out. haha. was like wandering arnd aimlessly drinking jollyshandy(: had like plenty of that throughout the 3 days. we bought arnd 4 packs of it. haha. and yiying chelsia and i were like arnd the only ones drinking all 24 cans. HAHA. but its not easy to get drunk on 0.5% of alcohol. gahh. so we were all sober. just high and hyper. hehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we only went back in at like 2 am? haha. it was too cold out there at the pits. but they were still watching emilyrose. so we tried watching with them, but i fell asleep. hehh. for half an hour. then woke up to find that they started on the da vinci code. gee. i wanted to watch. so i TRIED understanding it, but was blurred. cos i had no idea what was happening, and i think i fell asleep agn. haha. and woke up arnd another half hr ltr. hehh. then we finished watching another movie and everyone fell asleep. there were like four beds, and more than 10 ppl. so we squeezed.. and everyone got a place on the bed i think. hehh. and i was the most comfortable cos i slept at the top of both beds with chelsia. i took up like 1/2 of the top okay. leaving her with the other half, but i slapt smack right in the center, so she only had 1/4 of the space. oops. but she dint ask me to move. hehh. then almost everyone got woken up at 6 to go catch the sunrise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yiying chelsia and i were like super high and hyper, and started talking crap and jumping arnd. walked to the end of the park and sat waiting for the sunrise. but found out we were on the wrong side. haha. sodumb. we were staring at the place where the sun was gna set. hehh. then walked back to find out the ppl we left at the chalet were still sleeping. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was supposed to go escape for the whole day, but only entered at 1+ cos it was raining. so we waited for the rain to stop, and watched a thousand more movies. :D escape has like only a few rides lah. and wet &amp; wild's like the only fun thing. haha. but it gets you reallyreally wet, and made my shirt see thru. so i went about looking obscene for the rest of the day since joyce they all so cleverly decided we shld take wet &amp;amp; wild as the 1st ride. hehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then joyce went home, and since you cant just take the wet&amp;wild forever, chelsia, isis, jessica and i entertained ourelves by sitting on the pirateship and screaming for no reason. its fun to scream okay. and then you get sore throat and eat icecream. YAY. and we were the last grp to go back to the chalet at seven. which was also why. we missed lilin's appearance. gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and we suddenly rmbed we wanted to catch the sunset. but it was like seventhirty. sun go down alr lah. haha. so we stayed in and watched movies agn. haha. its like our source of entertainment indoors alright. and i fell asleep in the most comfortable position agn. :D im pro lah. and i started the sleeping fiesta. HAHA. i fell asleep while watching csi, and the others followed after. one of the beds was like shared with 3-4 ppl. but i was sharing a bed with only chelsia, so i had a whole lotta space to turn in. haha. and yiying woke up complaining how much space we had while she had none. hehh. i had like 11 hrs of sleep lah. but was still damn sleepy./ so yiying came up with the conclusion that im not human. im a PURPLE ALIEN(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;breakfast was POTATO CHIPS. hahahahahhahhahahahaha/ cos everyone was too lazy to get their butt out of bed to go to one of the fast food thingys. oh. and jollyshandy for the three of us. (: watched another uhh.. 2-3 more movies and then packed to go checkout. sat at the lobby waiting for chelsia's dad, and yiying and i started talking abt ms swan, and ened up entertaining vicky and chelsia with the replays of ms swan. hehh. oh. and before that, vicky was supposed to tie a french braid for me, but she couldnt tie one. gahh. so i tried tying one myself. but failed. its not that easy tying your own hair into a french braid man. so in the end it was like sitting there for half an hour trying to tie my hair, and ended up with an easy one minute-tie ponytail. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;retarded luh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the way back home, stopped at tampines mall to buy azel's present, and i saw caroline and natalie. isis was like WHO? our sch one meh? i dont know leh. shes so cute lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then took a bus home, and it was like so long. and both of us fell asleep until we reached yishun. maybe i AM a purple alien. hmm. :D how cool is that? &lt;em&gt;purrrrrrrrrrrple aliennnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;isis was so nice, she took 812 home with me, instead of 811. how nice is that? (: babynonsensethreeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and we saw jeya! hahhahahhahaah. and isis recognized her this time. but dont know her name. ehhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh im lazy to go get lunch. blawrrr. so im eating sausages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm. i love my eldds ppl. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;pics when rashmi send them to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116479261484099544?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116479261484099544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116479261484099544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116479261484099544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116479261484099544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-el-chalets-one-of-best-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116461130447742850</id><published>2006-11-27T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:08:24.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woohoo. and i dont know where i got this from. haha. im bored and waiting for daddy to come fetch me to go for my chalet at downtown east(:. so im gna do this to pass time agn. hehh. was tying plaits thas now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, ask 5 people to do the same test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do not watch tv these days. [ hurr. since when?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy. &lt;/strong&gt;[ ehh. most of the time anyway. hehh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt; [ no idea? maybe. i think i got a whole lot crazier(: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. [ tt'll be freaky. whoo. im gna kill youuuuu. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt; [ oops? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart. &lt;/em&gt;[ hurr. yeah. sure. of course i am. and look at the results. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. &lt;/strong&gt;[ who wouldnt wna look prettier if its free, safe and scar-free? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt; [ so true/ im broke. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt; [sometimes, i guess. or maybe.. most of the time. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt; hair&lt;strong&gt;/fingernails/&lt;/strong&gt;eyelashes&lt;strong&gt; in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;/strong&gt; [ so maybe i'll survive. but its super irritating to hav a missed call and not know who it is. so u ppl out there who have private numbers, yes. ur irritating too. hmph. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way I look. &lt;/strong&gt;[ ive no wish of being someone im not. im fine with who i am. :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. &lt;/strong&gt;[ whoot. ppl close to me knows best. haha. ohsotrue man. ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; [ of course lah! its not a big deal. ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt; [ i cant live without phones. thankyou. i know i talk alot. you can shutup abt it. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy window shopping. &lt;/em&gt;[ wouldnt tt save me a whole lot of money? hmm. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat. &lt;/strong&gt;[ depends lah. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis. [ not daily lah. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. [ erhum. erm.. nope. * blinkblink* i dint. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I 'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before. &lt;/strong&gt;[ yumyum! i like red wine. :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt; [ its so cuuuuuuute! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/em&gt; [ not really. just bored and waiting for the chalet time to come. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time. &lt;/em&gt;[ maybe if i did.. but i just cant stand it. okay. not possible. i think? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now. &lt;/strong&gt;[ i love myself((: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love sea turtles. [ not really. but i dont hate them too. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup. [ nahh. i hate makeup. i dont know why. i just dont like. i think. but im getting to more of finding it alright. hmm.. OKAY! nevermind. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt; [ i love all colours lah. COLOURFULWORLD(: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing. ( i know! cos im bored and nonsensical and just plain weird. :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt; [ who cant? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither. [ WHAT?  like how? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still have every journal I've written in. [ nvr did hav one. :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't stick to a diet. [ nvr did go on one. (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have jazz in my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time. [ nvr tried? hehh. maybe i shld. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm an artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; [ many in fact. but im not a les thankyou. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5 People:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- stalkerONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- stalkerTWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- stalkerTHREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- stalkerFOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-stalkerFIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116461130447742850?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116461130447742850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116461130447742850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116461130447742850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116461130447742850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116455024862245161</id><published>2006-11-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:31:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continuation(sp?)..&lt;br /&gt;iceskatinggggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/629369/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ahahah. xinyi; my lovely ahmah:D &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/294357/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its the only pic i could get of the stunt. so shutup.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/376110/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i suddenly seem to keep on taking artistic pics. hmmm..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/332098/IMG_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHA. BROWNJACKET!the guy we were stalking cos he couldnt skate. hahaha. sofunny. he was wearing a brown jacket before he changed w/ his friend. hence the name. but he changed agn to a black one. whats with the swopping of jackets, ive no idea. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/464653/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the famous 12yr old skater; _________ chong. ehh.. i forgot. shes so famous i dint hear of her before. okay. the yappies were like ohhhhh! we saw her! then xinyi and i were like WHO? ah but nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prom night~&lt;br /&gt;i tried taking pics with all the seniors i know, but failed terribly cos we had to leave the foyer before all of them reached. ohwell.. i got a few anyway. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/699661/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt; SOPHIA((: - my dearest cousin. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/178627/IMG_0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WEELING((: - AV vicepresident06 &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/882621/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;CHARMAINE((: - i dont know how i know her. whoops. but shes frm dance:D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/407032/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PRISCILLA((: - she was our class' psl i think. ehhh. bad memory lah.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/316165/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt; SNEHA((: - debater &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/38761/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NISHA(i dont know spelling?) &amp; JOYCE((: - el seniors [ yolanda's super photographic skills]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. nomore went up alr. hehh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/438468/IMG_0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THE BAND((: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/419925/IMG_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and tts how proms are at cedar. HAHA. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/307055/IMG_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;woohoo. lovely lady in red on the tableeeeee. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/634084/IMG_0466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ZANNE &amp; HER FRIEND (i dont know who)((: - at the disco after everything. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y.A.M. camp.hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/456377/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;only one pic lah. haha. the masking tape thingy tt only the yfc ppl and i had. HHAA. tiffany made those. ohgosh. i love the yfc ppl.:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehhh. stomachache frm laughing too much. hahha. and my dearest mummy azel still keeps on making me laugh. bahhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just realized we're really weird talkin abt totally random stuff jumping frm one topic to another. haha. but nevermind. we're crazy ppl. randomness runs in the genes. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but either way, talking crap just helps to cheer ppl up, so thanks for crapping everytime i need to. i dont know how you do feel that sometimes i need to crap and u just start to. ohwell, maybe we're really related along the line up somewhere. :D haha. i guess its just fate? haha. but yeah. i thank God for you sweetheart.(: for always trying to make me smile when i dont feel like, but always succeeding. but actually just for being there. thanks dear. Loveyou. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck for tmr's shoot alright? i know you'll be just fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116455024862245161?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116455024862245161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116455024862245161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116455024862245161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116455024862245161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/continuationsp.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116453710819311792</id><published>2006-11-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:31:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and picturessssss(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed; iceskating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/749735/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/836950/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lisayap:D ;my dearest twin&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/213552/IMG_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/505005/IMG_0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leanneyap:) ;shes my cutie pieeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/843263/IMG_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh.. my dad wants the com now. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116453710819311792?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116453710819311792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116453710819311792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116453710819311792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116453710819311792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-picturessssss-wed-iceskating.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116437711972747424</id><published>2006-11-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:05:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its gna be a long post as im gna start frm ehh.. tuesday? aiya. 21st lah. dontknow what day. i was alr dng this post halfway when jie came and just pressed publish. = = thanks alot ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty elisabeth went back to solo and im maid-less [ if there's such a word ] for 3 weeks. and for starters, i survived week 1. and yes tts good.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/564204/IMG_0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and the nice sunrise which i tried taking. it took like 5 shots to get this. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/792307/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/730347/IMG_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/1600/975266/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. fine. so this is nicer. and better, it only took 1 shot. hahahhaa. but it was like 15 mins ltr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/810852/IMG_0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i love my brother. hahahahhaha. he was stoning in macs after breakfast at 6+. hehh. i know its damn early. butheck. her flight was at 755. [ i dint know he was ever photogenic. hahhahaa.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/273021/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just look at how lucky the people who stop over in singapore on their journey to another country can be? the even hav a mini golf course in there. hehh. found this place while wandering arnd the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3173/4061/320/44082/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;aint the cleaning thingy so cute? haha. the person doesnt even hav to walk. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wed- iceskating and promnight06&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was supposed to meet xinyi at like 1130; jurong east mrt. but i kept shifting e timing earlier till 1030 cos i woke up early. HAHA. but i ended up waiting for her for like 1 hr. bahhh. but my lovely joelle was there to entertain me. :D hahha. talked to her on the phone for like dont know how long before ahmah finally reached. and by then, it was alr 1130. so no diff lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then. i met my beloved lisayap! and leanne... :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prom night was a blast. i love proms man. hahha. so nice to see all ur seniors wearing gowns and everything. and so jinzaw sarah xinyi yolanda and 1 concluded tt cedar uniform does not make u look pretty at all. hehhh. cos they all looked so darn intimidating. fine. they had makeup. but just how much can makeup beautify you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pics ltr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached home at like 1045. hahahahahaha. so dumb. packed bag for darn camp. then went to bathe. and slept at like 1130? hahahhahaha. sleeping zombie on the weekend for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thurs fri- Y.A.M. camp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahhaa. tts the name weiting gave us. yam. yfc;av;media camp. :D why not M.A.Y. i dont know. we were all hungry i guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;camp was fun. but tiring. i need sleep. im having a lack of it. darn. i love concerts by psls. they're super hilarious and really drama and wld hav you in stitches.hahaha. was mostly with the yfc grp. which wasnt my grp, but heck. they're damn fun. haha. and definitely more crappified than my grp. hehh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and sleeping on the hall floor with a sleeping bag as ur comforter, with aircons on, two fans on full blast blowing at you is no fun at all. i was freezing away thru the night while xinyi happily just kicked off her side of the sleeping bag cos she was hot. isnt there like no justice in the wotld? bahhh. oh but she started freezing ltr on. haha. and by then i had alr gained total usage of the sleeping bag. :D but i gave her back her half lah. im not tt bad as to let her freeze. hehhh. and you see im not tt mean a girl afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up to band's noise and lights. haha. i was sleeping with yfc at the corner of the hall where the lights were. so when band woke at 6, the lights were glaring down on us and we couldnt sleep at all. bahhh. so we just lazed till 630.hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. pics next time. i wna sleep.:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116437711972747424?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116437711972747424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116437711972747424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116437711972747424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116437711972747424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-its-gna-be-long-post-as-im-gna.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116409833794510554</id><published>2006-11-21T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:38:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 530. :D hahahahahahahahahhahaha. but there was a reason. joannechia does not wake up early for no reason. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116409833794510554?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116409833794510554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116409833794510554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116409833794510554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116409833794510554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-woke-up-at-530.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116401126966283375</id><published>2006-11-20T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:37:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures(:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0377.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;paper and plastic hearts jaz made for me. at starbucks. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0378.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;aint the sunset at jen's place amazing? and she doesnt admire it. bahhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now for sunday. went to aunty shoba;s wedding. and got jealous of saris. damn. i want one too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the prettypretty brideeeeee~&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its dark in the hall. and there was flash. but its still fine. i think. ohnevermind. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;w/ jasmine.. mummy's boss' daughter.(: dint use flash. it dint turn out fine. bahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the nicenice ceremony was very. l-o-n-g. n we sat through it camwhoring(: then we went orchard. wanted to find another coffee bean to sit n crap for 2 hrs agn. but. it was damn crowded n we just drove thru traffic and went home. ehhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i got pix of the decorations.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;which agn, cant come out.&lt;br /&gt;damn blogger. stop bitching. grahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116401126966283375?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116401126966283375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116401126966283375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116401126966283375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116401126966283375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures-paper-and-plastic-hearts-jaz.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116383252957393151</id><published>2006-11-18T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:31:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dumdeedum.&lt;br /&gt;i always seem to be blogging a day ltr. ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;so u shld know.. tt im gna blog abt yesterday! :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out w/ jazreel lim to orchard for no particular reason. we were like wanderingggggg.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet her at 1030 at yck. but. i was having wardrobe malfunction agn. so i msged her at 1027 to meet at 11. HAHA. but i was still late. hehhh. reached interchange at 11. whoops. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to mcs, where the damned security guards did not wna let us in. so we talked n talked until they finally relented. hehhh. but was only allowed in the foyer. = = like how in the world do you get to see who u wna see if ur only allowed in the FOYER? fuck luh. its the last day of sch and they dont call that an occasion. oh wait. they dont think ANYTHING'S an occasion. except tchr's day. cos they said u cant come in unless its tchrs day. n mrchong said we could come in at any occasion. so in short, only tchrs day is an occasion for them. damn them both. bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. melanie's starting on my pic. yay! 3 dots. then 6-8 dots. oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to friday.. haha. so we waited in the foyer for the bell to ring. but it was only 1145. ehhh.. tts a very long wait okay! so we dint continue. hehhh. but mrs ngain came down n saw us. shes so cute. haha. she was like HELLO! wait for me till 1215 okay? then i come down agn. now they got prize giving rehearsal. i need to go hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we dint wait. hehhhh. n tt great junior of a melanie, took so darn long to come down, i went off before she did. HAHA. sorryyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehhhh. then we flew to orchard. walked arnd to nowhere, and had totally no sense of direction. haha. but i got  a ring.(: n we walked arnd zara trying clothes and gng *i want that. no not that. THAT! oh and that!....* okay, i think you know the rest of our conv in zara. HAHA. hmmhmmm.. i love pinafore dresses. or tts what jaz calls them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to her condo, but went to jen's hse. HAHAHAHAHHAA. so funny. but i left before dinner. at 730. HAHA. damn. tts the best part as cheryl puts it.. and i made mummy come fetch me. oops. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and tts the end of the super hilarious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont need to know abt cell. i think. hehhh. i tried to rmb more things, but i cant. blame it on inherited bad memory. haha. so.. pictures to ENLIGHTEN [ :D ] my dearest kiuyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grahhhh. blogger's bitching agn. next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116383252957393151?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116383252957393151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116383252957393151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116383252957393151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116383252957393151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/dumdeedum.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116372869734491440</id><published>2006-11-17T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:58:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAWRRRR(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flushed away's cute. and hilarious. and tts not something random.&lt;br /&gt;i think. i just thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch it yesterday w/ ahmah xinyi. and i love her clothes. and her parents. oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left hse(: 0730&lt;br /&gt;left school(: 1130&lt;br /&gt;went xinyi's hse(: 1320&lt;br /&gt;heartland mall/plaza sing(: 1700&lt;br /&gt;met mummy[ biological ] at tiong bahru plaza(: 1740&lt;br /&gt;reached home(: 1040&lt;br /&gt;and that was my whole day. much more interesting than my sister's. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hyper yest for no particular reason, and i think it rubbed off onto mummy. haha. shes so darn cute. shoes; christmas trees; bikinis; baskets; clothes. ppl buy shoes from the shop. she walks in and asks abt the small silver christmas tree tts damn adorable. and flown in frm china. wahahaha. damn funny. and the owner's gna buy it back for us. how nice of her. haha.&lt;em&gt; i love nice people. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah the pics for the wedding thingy.&lt;br /&gt;dont wna put up anymore cos jie's COMPLAINING~ hahahahahahahhaa. shes cute too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116372869734491440?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116372869734491440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116372869734491440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116372869734491440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116372869734491440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/blawrrrr-flushed-aways-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116355784391466239</id><published>2006-11-15T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:59:08.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont wna go out. i dont. idont.&lt;br /&gt;im having a *ed up stomach and i just wna stay home.&lt;br /&gt;damn you. damn you that person who doesnt wna let me stay home.&lt;br /&gt;i just wna curl up on my bed and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i just wna stay home. for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just get what i want?&lt;br /&gt;damn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116355784391466239?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116355784391466239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116355784391466239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116355784391466239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116355784391466239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-wna-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116355351973962398</id><published>2006-11-15T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:18:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohgosh. i just found out st nicks primary always starts dec holidays two weeks earlier than others. bahhh. how come i cant go to st nicks? geee.. i wna transfer to st nicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwait. im not in primary sch anymore. wahahahahhahahah. yay. so its fair once more. hehhh hehhhh. JUNIORS. lovethem. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trumptrumptrump. im bored. n currently addicted to serlin's word. hahah. TRUMP. trumptrump. okay. i shall post abt the most random thing i found. hahah. it kills time till atleast nine? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaa. i found this. [ or maybe &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt;/i apparently returned all my engrish to the tchr till sch reopens agn. nice way of memory huh? maybe you shld try it too(: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the guestbook n ehhhh.. list of events? haha. but its pretty.. and i like it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heh! the INSIDE of the guestbook. seee.. tts daddy n mummy. in the little little corner. haha. their wedding photo luh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;its the envelope for the ummmm.. whatevers that anyone wants to give. but only papers n cards luh. * lets put in a lovely rabbit* dont ask abt the rabbit. i dont know either. rabbit just came to mind. haha. oh. n you can tell its on the 11th of july 2004. hehh. nevermind. i just found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tralalla. n then the pics taken there. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/18928239651524l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;okay fine. so there's only one. hahah. cant find the cd in which has all the pics. there's only one in the com. hahahahahahahahha./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh im still bored. gahhh. okay i'll go find the cd. n see how long it takes me to. its 0850 now. goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOUND IT!~ hehhh hehhh. its 0855. it took 5 mins. n i combed three areas for it. oh i love the pix printed on the cd.  fireworks n umm... pond??? uhyeah. gee. it takes damn long for the pics to be copied. n its gna be a super long post. i just realized. hahaha. so goodbye agn till its all copied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its done. n it took 10 mins. ??? so long? ehheh. 300+ pics. but. but. not all. hahahhahahaa. okay. this post is just to humour myself. so dont ask why its so weird. i told you im a weird person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now pictures. okay. forget it. i'll put it in another post. this is getting long. hahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116355351973962398?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116355351973962398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116355351973962398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116355351973962398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116355351973962398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/ohgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116341156920303844</id><published>2006-11-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:52:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! the p6s this yr had discos n euniceolsen at graduation. bahhh. damn angelatan. oh but we had our musical((: n chalets. they dont. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved marymount till angelatan came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.. i want a gathering. i want to crash the sec4s prom this yr. which i shld be doing. hahha. im gna be without a maid for 3 weeks. ehhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116341156920303844?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116341156920303844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116341156920303844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116341156920303844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116341156920303844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-p6s-this-yr-had-discos-n.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116340906009530236</id><published>2006-11-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:13:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i survived cip today. -everyone claps- im nvr going back there agn. i think. my paper's still there. damn. ahhhhhh. oh nvrmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest grannayye saw me on sat but shes alr missing me. &lt;em&gt;awwwwww...&lt;/em&gt; LOVES&lt;33333&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/medarlinq.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its super bright! n i look weird. oh but its the only pix i hav. hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/37784505515812l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prettypretty cousin who thought i took her pic to throw darts at. bahh. but i still love her anyway((: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/47f66398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love my junior. shes so lovely. she made these two pix for me but still owes me one. haha. &lt;em&gt;im waitinggggggg&lt;/em&gt;. the top pic was done on PAINT. PAINT! okay. who believes it? gahhh. so shes talented. and she drew out the bottom one.(: so shes &lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;talented. damndamndamn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohoh. i saw a rolls royce yesterday! wahahahaha. it was MAROON. and it was really pretty. lets see. if i do count rolls royce&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;... ohman. tt'll take like many lifetimes. bahhh. but then agn, i count only 50 cars not 100. hehh. im weird. but that'll still take more than a lifetime. ohwell. but i alr saw like three or four in my 13 years. so yay! hehhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im a little bored n retarded today. just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116340906009530236?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116340906009530236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116340906009530236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116340906009530236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116340906009530236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-survived-cip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116323029282890389</id><published>2006-11-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:18:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. does praying for spaces in camps work? ehh? well.. i think it does. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i pray that there'll be a place in the adv camp on the 16th. i wna get to change to adv1. its been a long time since ive seen my mummy n daddy n sisters. bahhh.. i wna change. let there be a place, PLEASEEEE?&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a really long time since i saw my beloved mummy n sisters. like two months ago? bahhh. i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/tadalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp;hearts; the lovelaye girls(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/Picture%20331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp;hearts; dearest mummy-THERESAAAAA(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/Picture%20329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and its the whole family(: [ i know daddy's moving his head. butheck. its the nicest family pic.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s n korr, tt someone-who-doesnt-wna-be-named said ur reallyreally super cute. haha. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116323029282890389?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116323029282890389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116323029282890389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116323029282890389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116323029282890389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116317132004683116</id><published>2006-11-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:04:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tralalla. i just realized how weird we can be. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jie n i were drinking FnN grape thas now using straws. not the suck-your-drink-up kinda use of straws. its the put-your-straw-in-and-cover-the-other-opening-then-put-it-in-your-mouth-and-let-go kinda use of straws. hehe. n we finished a whole 1.5litre bottle of grape juice like tt. hehhh. it DOES keep you occupied... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i got bored agn after that. haha. its not that hard to get bored when ur stuck at home for like... hehhh. one whole day. whoops. heeee.. but i just cant not go out. so yeah. haha. i started my 500 situps exercise thingy. and kor joined me halfway, but fell asleep after doing only umm.. 5?? = = but i finished in the end okayyyyyy. im a good girl-halo appears- i think. hehh. n it occupied me till mummy came home.((: [ BIOLOGICAL MUM. gahh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boomboombangbangclapgongcrash. dumdeedeedumtralalla.boomboombang! BASH! and the house come down. whoops. hehh. i did do nothing(: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now someone tell me how not to go crazy when ur spending almost everyday at home. bahhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116317132004683116?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116317132004683116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116317132004683116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116317132004683116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116317132004683116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/tralalla_10.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116306485378720822</id><published>2006-11-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:22:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the starbucks pix(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0347.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she wanted to kiss me n i turned away. OOPS. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0350.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh nevermind. i got my kiss anyway:D she just loves me so. but i love her tooo... n everyone goes &lt;em&gt;awwwww.&lt;/em&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0348.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt; LOLLIPOP ADVERTISEMENT((: where's my pay please. im broke. bahhh. a little money nvr did hurt. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0351.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; hehh hehh. we ate them. n they were yummylicious btw. but damn expensive. gahhh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;buahahahahahaha. jie n kor both fed me some chocolate biscuit thingy. but i dint get a pix with kor. damn. but i have this though. so appreciate it((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0317.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we're the lollipop siblings. LOTSOFLOVE &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;then we went down, n we went ballistic over ronald mcdonald. hehhhh. (x we started cursing the guys who were crowding arnd the statue, but went to take pix with the benched one instead. damn those guys. gahh. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0366.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;went to yanjie's hse today for filming n i got a hurt hand. = = &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0371.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116306485378720822?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116306485378720822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116306485378720822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116306485378720822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116306485378720822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/starbucks-pixshe-wanted-to-kiss-me-n-i.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</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-36349591.post-116306100971882288</id><published>2006-11-09T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:30:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DADDY'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to study w/ serena azel n libing yest.(: we went to the national library n its HUGEEEEEEEEEE. serena the baboon made us go up 13 floors n still not find the place she wanted to study at. bahhh. then libing came n she found the floor. thankgod. it was in the BASEMENT btw. tsktsk. 13 floors. but childrens section's just the best place to study ehh?((: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOREVERKIDS~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. im lazy to type more. so see the pics n figure out how the homework-dng went. hehhhh. but we DID complete section a alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;insane n retarded phototaking started hereeee(: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ohhhh. we were studying... cant you see the pens??? ohyes we were. we're ARTISTS((: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my lovely serena loves me too much.(: she even wants to lick me. x)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tralalla. and the stick-your-tongue-out phototaking disease passes arnd. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3173/4061/320/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;mmhmm. we were studying. im serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to airport to fetch daddy at night, n took more pix. the insaneness n retardedness n whatnots had been passed on to jie by then too. n its not my fault. wakakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;all of the pix were at STARBUCKS(: or at least most of them. we lazed arnd there till daddy's flight came in. hehhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll post the pix in another post. its gna be crappifingly long. n dont ask huat's crappifingly. i dont know. hehh. its another of my made up words. blawrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36349591-116306100971882288?l=wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/feeds/116306100971882288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36349591&amp;postID=116306100971882288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116306100971882288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36349591/posts/default/116306100971882288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheninsanityarises.blogspot.com/2006/11/daddys-baaaaaaaaaaaaaackd-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YOURLOVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08036448006243879904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
