<?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-6769415</id><updated>2011-08-29T00:10:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InsAneLy MAD!</title><subtitle type='html'>A friend gives hope when life is low, a friend is a place when you have nowhere to go, a friend is honest, a friend is true. A friend is precious a friend is YOU!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>haz h</name><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>392</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769415.post-113764580128464127</id><published>2006-01-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:25:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iN SchooL</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in my school computer lab, searching for some stuff for our Malay projec. My teacher is just 3 computers down on my right. Lollers. But I did found a lot of pictures, and found some audios as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy the whole day. Even now. My eyes are hot and tired. I sooo want to go back home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the computer lab, me and Mardiana passed by Gerald's Chinese class. Waved at him but he purposely looked in the other direction. lol idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn bored. OMG OMG OMG. On Saturday Mardi and Fana coming to my house to do project in the morning. But I'm going to popular first to buy some files and Challenger for thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the bell just rang, it's Physic lesson now. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113764580128464127?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113764580128464127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113764580128464127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113764580128464127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113764580128464127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-school.html' title='iN SchooL'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113749760100668478</id><published>2006-01-17T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:22:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, since school stepped in I had lesser time to blog. Since I'm always doing my homework before using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we started with PE. Our first PE lesson. Mr Ow was funny; I couldn't expect less from him. He told us his sad stories; the reasons why he was so particular about health. So the girls and guys had to run 10 rounds. I was surprised I could run, with the broken nail and all. But it's healing, it wasn't as gross as the first and 2nd day when it's all raw flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second period was chemistry. BORING. Then it was RECESS! But I changed in the toilet then went to classroom to put down some of my books. When I stepped in the classroom, I saw Xiu Qi changing. @#$%^&amp;amp;* !! Can see his unnderwear, same colour he wore to the camp LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was POA! It was fun as usual, but the lesson was very confusing. Now, Fana, who hated the teacher, likes her a lot. lol. After that it was Social Studies. Syed told me Mr Chew complained to Mr Ng that our class fouund his lesson very boring. ....... Dotz... Isn't that the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was History. Our first History lesson. We combined with some of the 3e3. At first Gerald join our class then that the other teacher was such a flirt, she wanted to take 4 more 3e3 guys with her. Gerald was chosen. =.= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DI&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher was boring. Syed was on the verge of sleeping. (Not surprising) Then she asked us to fill up some surveys. There was this question, "How do you study for Histroy exams" or something like that. Syed wrote: "Not applicable" lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we went home, did my Chem notebook and Maths homework, and packed my back, and slept, and here I am typing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113749760100668478?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113749760100668478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113749760100668478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113749760100668478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113749760100668478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-since-school-stepped-in-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113716670938129646</id><published>2006-01-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:01:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 3 AdventuRe CamP</title><content type='html'>wooT! I'm back! I've been away to a Sec 3 Adventure Camp, for 3 days and 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to school as usual. But I wanted to take a taxi, so me and my mum waited for one. We waited and waited and waited, but all the taxis are taken. What the hell. In the end we waited for a bus. It was 7.10 by then, and luckily I didn't have to wait long for the bus. So I was nearly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our usual morning assembly, after which we went up to the hall for a talk conducted by Adam Khoo himself. He's a funny man. As in hilarious funny, not weird funny. And sometimes when he talks, he will purposely change his voice. When he do that he really looks like&lt;strong&gt; Jim Carrey&lt;/strong&gt;. Those stupid actions and voices Jim makes. Then after his talk, our teachers talked about school rules and all that. When they talked about not tucking in clothes, that sucker &lt;strong&gt;Xiu Qi&lt;/strong&gt;, who was sitting beside me, kept tsk tsk tsking at me. I got so irritated that I &lt;strong&gt;pulled out&lt;/strong&gt; his tshirt and said loudy, "You didn't tuck in your shirt!" He then kept swearing and cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;CHEE BYE LA YOU! *middle finger* &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the whole talking thing lasted for 2 and a half hours, and we left for the campsite at around 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, 2 coaches, Kenneth Chua and Daniel Chua (same ancestors but not brothers) were also there. We were separated into 2 groups, Group 7 and Group 8. Me and Farhanah was in &lt;strong&gt;Group 7&lt;/strong&gt;, and Danial was in Group 8. Group 7 had all the fun people, like Robert, Vincent, and Royston. That Xiu Qi was also in Group 7. ShiT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked in, bla bla bla, then we were divided in to several groups, for our bunk. Me, Farhanah and Suryana were in bunk 2. After that we were to do a banner and a cheer for our group. So we girls did the banner and the guys did the cheer. Our group name is &lt;strong&gt;7 Even&lt;/strong&gt;. Because we do things evenly, fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lunch at about 1.30. Guess what we had to do? We had to &lt;strong&gt;tie our hands together&lt;/strong&gt; with the 2 people sitting beside us. And GUESS who I had to tie my right hand to? XIU QI! What. The. HELL? !@#$%^&amp;*!! In the end he untied the string. Then at one point of time, his knocked his food, and the whole box overturned on his lap. Jokes. He was very angry and spent the lunch time cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we did high element games. Me and Chloe did the high rope. We were to walk on a thin piece of rope and had to depend on each other to balance. We didn't go far, and when I fell, my leg got caught in one of the lines. OMGWTFBBQ quite pain. I fell with all my body weight then my leg just had to get caught with that stupid thin piece of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we played those kind of obstacle games. It was fun, with the teamwork and all. Then it was raining, then I can't remember what we did. It was dinner next, then a talk about Power of State, then night activity, then supper, shower, then lights out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was boring. &lt;strong&gt;Rain rain rain&lt;/strong&gt;. We had our morning exercise, which was jumping jacks. Then we had to &lt;strong&gt;massage&lt;/strong&gt; the shoulder's of the person in front of us. Guess who was in front me? XIU QI! So I didn't massage him. Lollers. After breakfast, us Student Leaders took over. We went really wild! It was so fun! We danced with the music and all. We really let loose! After the breakfast, us Student Leaders gathered to do the cheers and discussed about the campfire. We really had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we joined our own class for the campfire. Our class decided to dance the friendship dance and don't know what shit. Then we did&lt;strong&gt; rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;, I didn't managed to cuz of time constraint. Then we had a talk about Power of Belief. They did this experiment on &lt;strong&gt;indugtion&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sofy&lt;/strong&gt; volunteered to do it. The coach kept saying in a monotone voice, "You are a &lt;strong&gt;steel rod&lt;/strong&gt;" bla bla bla. So Sofy &lt;strong&gt;imagined&lt;/strong&gt; he was a steel rod and he really &lt;strong&gt;became&lt;/strong&gt; one. &lt;strong&gt;Mentally&lt;/strong&gt;, not physically of course. Then one heavy coach &lt;strong&gt;sat&lt;/strong&gt; one him, another &lt;strong&gt;stood&lt;/strong&gt; on him, bla bla bla and he didn't notice, only &lt;strong&gt;sub-consciously&lt;/strong&gt;. Indugtion was only the level 1 of hynotism. Hypnotism is level 6. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Student Leaders from group 1-8 had to gather. We had work to do for the campfire. We had to &lt;strong&gt;sweep the water&lt;/strong&gt; away from the campfire area. And trust me, it was &lt;strong&gt;really flooded&lt;/strong&gt;. Took us a few hours to finish I think. I was pleased with the outcome. We talk about the campfire. Chuan Ley taught us about the fire, then bla bla bla. Then we went to the canteen to have our dinner. Me and Fana didn't get our &lt;strong&gt;camp tee&lt;/strong&gt;. Stupid. So we went up to change to our student leader tee and asked around about the camp tee. Someone said there was a box of it behind the canteen. So after changing, we went down. I found the box and took the tee, &lt;strong&gt;XS size&lt;/strong&gt;. Then this coach, Jeslyn, who was one of the participants of &lt;strong&gt;Villa Wellness&lt;/strong&gt;, came us and scolded us. I had to put back my tee. Damn, that was so close. Then they said we had to bring down our chopsticks which were required to bring. When we went down again, &lt;strong&gt;Royston&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;rushed&lt;/strong&gt; up to us and handed us this two camp tee with the correct sizes. So nice of him. We were so &lt;strong&gt;impressed&lt;/strong&gt;. So &lt;strong&gt;gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;. And there was this time during lunch this guy handed out the drinks, and he said, "Let the girls take first la." Wow. Impressive. He is, one in a thousand people, a lady's man. Anyway, so we went up again to wear our camp tee over our Student Leader tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon it was time for the &lt;strong&gt;campfire&lt;/strong&gt;. It was soo fun! We really let loose, &lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt; here and there! We really &lt;strong&gt;went wild&lt;/strong&gt;! I was so so so &lt;strong&gt;hyper&lt;/strong&gt;! And every now and then, the student leaders had to come out to lead with the cheers and stuff. I kept &lt;strong&gt;persuading the teachers&lt;/strong&gt; to join us, and &lt;strong&gt;Mr Desmond Ng&lt;/strong&gt; let loose also! WooT! The last item was by the Student Leaders and we managed to get everyone involved. We also &lt;strong&gt;stripped&lt;/strong&gt; to our Student Leader tee. WooH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fun, my stupid sandal broke and my left foot slipped forward and I broke my toe nail. &lt;strong&gt;@#$!^&amp;amp;*(&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward, and the camp, sadly, ended. Even though I did not manage to do all of the activites, I had a lot of fun with all my friends and coaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113716670938129646?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113716670938129646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113716670938129646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113716670938129646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113716670938129646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/sec-3-adventure-camp.html' title='Sec 3 AdventuRe CamP'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113680038563941979</id><published>2006-01-09T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:53:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA DAY</title><content type='html'>Yea! Today is such a fun day! We had lesson only til 11.40, then we went to the hall for briefing for the Sec 3 camp. We are supposed to bring CHOPSTICKS! YEA! I LOVE CHOPSTICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast Forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had CCA Day today, where people from the different clubs persuade the Sec Ones to join. We went up on stage and sang, quite horribly, then Syltra, Farhanah, Aisyah, Suryana and Khaalisah sang. After that, we were to do our duty, which is to say, persuading Sec Ones to join. Me, Fana and Yana were to be stationed at Block B,  but it was so boring. I even ate and drank there. In the end we decided to patrol around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we looked at the different exhibition the different CCA's put up. Level 2 was fun cuz there were lots of CCAs there!  When we stopped by the CAC Club (formerly known as CCC), we saw this box full of pretty mechanical pencil with bells. Then this guy let us take! I took 2, Fana took 4! Whoah so nice, cuz we were supposed to register in order to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went somewhere again, but then me and Fana wanted to go to the second floor again, so we did. The kept shouting JOIN CHOIR JOIN CHOIR and I'm suprised I still have voice by the end of the day. We were stationed outside CAC classroom all the while. Three of us cheered for NCC and CAC. See we so nice. Then that stupid Vincent walked past us and purposely shout out CHOIR SUCKS! What the stupid moron hell? We cheered for his CCA also not grateful. In the end we kept shouting NCC SUCKS when he walk past us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept asking this nice big sister to give me more pencil. In the end I got 4! Yea! All different colour! Then I kept ringing the bells. Then we kept teasing with the older guys from the CAC. They were talking to us inside the classroom through the window, then me and Fana kept shutting the window in the faces. Haha. Serve them right for being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah the people all so rough!! Pull here pull there! I pity the Sec Ones! Then me and Yana kept shouting at them (whenever we see them use force on the Sec Ones) CHILD ABUSE! CHILD ABUSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a little chat with Miss Tay. I told her I got the bursery thingy and I thanked her for filling in the form for me. Then she said when Mdm Zulaiha come back, tell her also. Then suddenly we talked about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: When she coming back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: About the 2nd half of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: We want to visit her. But we don't know her address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: Ask the office for her address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANA: But I don't think they'll give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yea, cuz it's private info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: Oh.. Ok ok I'll help you ask then I'll give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: Yay Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to keep a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG story short, it ended and we went home and now I'm typing this, half asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113680038563941979?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113680038563941979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113680038563941979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113680038563941979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113680038563941979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/cca-day.html' title='CCA DAY'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113668240539426267</id><published>2006-01-08T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T09:06:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to school for the Student Leader thingy. We went to MOE Adventure Camp Site. The place was so old and dirty. The water was so bloody murky and the ground was slippery with disgusting algaes. And they still have the nerve to call it the MOE Camp site when it was a great place for mosquito breeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the instructors are retards. Kept trying to be funny but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were supposed to do this rock climbing excersice to learn  how to put on the gears and learn the proceedure, so we could help others in the Sec 3 camp next week. Climbers was supposed to climb til the red line and fall. The belayer is the most important person. If the climber fall and die, it's all the belayer's fault. There's also the anchor and the ropeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our side of the wall has so many missing pieces, it was hard to climb. I didn't manage to reach the red line. I was holding on to some pieces, looking at which one to step on. It was impossible, I was bloody stuck. Suddenly, I lost my support and fell. My belayer, Suryana, wasn't prepared and she was jerked to her feet. LOL. Almost everyone got stuck, and those who didn't fell lower. Only Peifen managed to climb highest for that part. Of all the girls, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school and the three of us, that is to say, me, Yana and Fana, went to eat at KFC in Tampines. Then we went to Popular to buy some stuff for school. I also had to buy notebook for Mardiana. Then there was this section, merchandise for The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. There was this damn bloody nice tee for 18 bucks! I WANTED TO BUY!!! But I had no money! *curses* I rarely find something that I DEFINITELY want it, 100%, but when I find something I want, I had no money. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we headed back home and I slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113668240539426267?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113668240539426267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113668240539426267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113668240539426267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113668240539426267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-went-to-school-for-student.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113646960346095460</id><published>2006-01-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:04:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened today. Physics is confusing. About what Prefixes and Standard Form. I'm always weak in maths anyway, and there are quite a few calculations needed in Physics. Chemistry was okay, but the teacher was scary. But me and Farhanah still wanted to sit at the front so we could pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, after we were assigned seats, she told us to sit RIGHT at the back, diagonally across. And who should be sitting at the same bench but Vincent =.= He was mouthing, "Fuck FucK FUCK". I don't know if he had problems with me, or Farhanah, but probably both LOL. But Farhanah told the teacher we want to sit at the front so she let us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay class... We (that is to say, the Sec 3 Express Malay students) were divided into 3 classes. Band 1(higher mother tongue students), Band 2(A's students) and Band 3(B and below). At first, my classmates were Aminah, Rohana, Shazlin, Sofy, Farhanah, and I'm not sure who else. But there were too few people in the class so some people from the Band 2 Class got transferred. So in came Mardiana, Atikah, Fauziana, and cute Firraihan. There were others of course, but dunno who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything else that happened. So I'm going to end here. Nite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113646960346095460?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113646960346095460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113646960346095460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113646960346095460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113646960346095460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>haz h</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769415.post-113637188173661118</id><published>2006-01-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:56:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of schooL, 1st day of LessonS</title><content type='html'>So today we had our lessons. First two periods were Physics. Our teacher is Ms Chia. We were all allowed to choose our own partners. Farhanah asked to sit with me, and I okay-ed. However, she chose our seats, and Farhanah and I wanted to sit at the front so we could pay attention. So we asked her if we can sit at the front. She gave us the next available seats, which was row 2, aisle seats. LOL I made it sound like a cinema. Now, if only that was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically she just told us her expectations and such. And we're allowed to eat sweets in her class, if that prevents us from sleeping. Of course, the normal rule still apply; no sweet wrappers around. No excercise books necessary, but we were required a file. It doesn't matter what file, as long as it's a file. She also gave us a choice if we want a short break in the middle of the lesson or we want her to end earlier. Majority of the class wanted for her to end the lesson early, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next period is Maths. Shitty poo! But it turned out okay, and Mr Ng is a very good teacher. Interesting too. We had homework for Maths, but I've done it already ^^v. See I haven't break my resolution yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My new year's resolution is to use the computer only after finishing my school work. (No harm in trying)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, so anyway, after that is recess, and we managed to find a place to eat. Oh and also to sit every morning. It's like our &lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt; rule not to hang out in the canteen. After recess was 3 periods of English. Our teacher is Mrs Tan. She looks fierce, but she speaks so soft. Not gentle kind of soft. Just normal soft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, each of us were to talk one card each. On each card was a different question. I was lucky I got a.. decent question.. I got "&lt;strong&gt;How did your mother play a role in your growing-up life&lt;/strong&gt;?" or something like that. I bullshitted and kept repeating what I said. But it was okay. Quite a lot got questions about love and crushes. Vincent got one of them, and he changed cards LOL. Chloe said Vincent look like Malay. Lol jokes. And she thought I was a Chinese. More jokes. I'm already so tan and dark, she still think I'm a Chinese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then it was 2 free periods as Mr Ng, who was supposed to take charge of ACE lesson, was one of the teachers in charge of the Sec 1 Orientation. So the class discussed about stupid things like class rules and punishment. As if anyone give a crap. And it it was mostly 2e5 who talked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we discussed about the class t-shirt. We couldn't agree on anything. -.- Lame asses. So in the end they decided to let us design and they choose the nicest one. I feel like submitting one. Yawns. Well, jaa na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113637188173661118?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113637188173661118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113637188173661118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113637188173661118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113637188173661118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/2nd-day-of-school-1st-day-of-lessons.html' title='2nd day of schooL, 1st day of LessonS'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113636955760713006</id><published>2006-01-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:00:32.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day in SchooL</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school! I woke up at 6 and left the house at 6.45. Waited for the bus for so long. It came at about 6.55. Surprisingly, I saw quite a few Pasirians at the bus stop. Saw my primary school friend and neighbour too, but I didn't talk to her; I was scared it would be awkward. That's not a nice feeling you know? It's crappy. I reached school at the same time as Mardiana, Isalina and Aishah. But they still have to wait for me cuz I need to cross the road. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time laughing at my friends, wearing long pants. And some of them, the shirt is so big and baggy, but the pants are tight. I won't say who, but it looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher is Mr Desmond Ng. At first I was groaning away to myself because he is a very fierce and scary teacher. I know especially, cuz he is one of the teachers for the Student LEader camp. My co-home teacher is Ms Dorine Chia. She's quite nice teacher. Lucky. Haha. At least got one teacher I can approach if I have anything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the decided to sit in fours. So we did some arranging and me, Farhana Rizaini, Vincent and I think Syed are left. For a moment I thought I'd be sitting with Vincecnt again!! Lucky I'm not. My group is Robert, Chloe, Wenjin and Danny. Our group's okay la, got the idiotic Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing much... It was pretty boring.. But Mr Ng is quite funny so it wasn't a waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson starts tomorrow. I'm having goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113636955760713006?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113636955760713006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113636955760713006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113636955760713006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113636955760713006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-day-in-school.html' title='1st day in SchooL'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113608078463735393</id><published>2006-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T09:59:44.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappY NeW YeaR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HappY NeW YeaR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;00000&lt;/strong&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;______&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;______&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;______&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;000000000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;______&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;_____&lt;strong&gt;00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;strong&gt;000000&lt;/strong&gt;__&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;____&lt;strong&gt;0000000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113608078463735393?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113608078463735393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113608078463735393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113608078463735393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113608078463735393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year_01.html' title='HappY NeW YeaR!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113507467103471880</id><published>2005-12-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:18:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's resolution</title><content type='html'>New Year is coming and school is opening in a few days time. I can't wait wait for 2006, there's lots of things that lie ahead, waiting for us. But still, I'm dreading school. I hope I get some decent home teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't do resolutions, because I know I won't follow them. But I thought this year I might do something different. So here are my resolutions for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to stop cracking my knuckles. I don't want to get arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to try harder in every thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to eat more. (I need the weight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to work on my Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to use the computer only after finishing my school work. (No harm in trying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution is to pay attention in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113507467103471880?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113507467103471880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113507467103471880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113507467103471880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113507467103471880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113594549538959830</id><published>2005-12-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:31:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach</title><content type='html'>Okay, my sister was just browsing through her anime merchandise, and she have a lot of Bleach stuff. Lets see the Bleach stuff she has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Bleach notepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Bleach notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Bleach ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Bleach file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Bleach eraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Kon notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Byakuya and Renji notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Rukia keychain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Bleach poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above costs about 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a Kon plushie, Ichigo plushie, Rukia plushie and another Bleach poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to bet not even Shazlin has this many Bleach merchandise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&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/6769415-113594549538959830?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113594549538959830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113594549538959830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113594549538959830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113594549538959830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/bleach.html' title='Bleach'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113585479616081498</id><published>2005-12-29T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:53:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting. I can't watch my anime as much anymore. Where have the rest of the holidays went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the school next year. So convenient. And the travelling time takes half of the time to Tampines. But the holding school is so big, I think I will get lost easily. There's also another problem, we still haven't found a place for S. Freakz to eat and meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is quitting taxi driving cuz he often feel faint every morning, so for the next 3 months I have to go to school by myself. He needs a rest anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair after choir just now. I cut really short, approximately 4 inches, shoulder length. i'm surprised no one noticed right away; my sister took a few hours to notice, and my grandmother didn't even realised at all. And I'm definitely going to let her find out for herself. No point looking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house still stinks of paint, the toilets and kitchen got repainted. Next should be the door and door frames, then the living room, if my mother decides to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better be going now, jaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113585479616081498?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113585479616081498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113585479616081498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113585479616081498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113585479616081498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/schools-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113544155088804524</id><published>2005-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:39:55.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MerrY ChrisTmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it doesn't seem to have the Christmassy feeling. Don't tell me everyone tired of Christmas? The only time when I have the Christmassy mood is when I hear the song, "All I want for Christmas is You". It brings up so much memories of the KL trip... The Estonian Girls... Having fun... Going wild... The friendship concert has more Christmas mood than this, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've managed to persuade my mum to let me cut my hair, and she MAY be buying for me a new phone. Hopefully. Now I don't like Nokia 7370. Even though it's very pretty. Even my sister says so. I want to buy Sony Ericsson.. But I hope it's user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are smart you will be able to tell that I'm bored. Who wouldn't be bored at this time of the night? Or at this time of the wee hours in the morning. Whichever you prefer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113544155088804524?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113544155088804524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113544155088804524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113544155088804524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113544155088804524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MerrY ChrisTmas!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113518329669437242</id><published>2005-12-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:10:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns</title><content type='html'>Geez, why are men such losers really? I love &lt;a href="http://www.yourguysxxxposed.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dollies Gone Wild&lt;/a&gt;, I've been reading their blog ever since I read about them in the papers. We need more daredevils like them. And I love how they sometimes responded back sarcastically. Ah yea yea, they're not really doing the right thing if you think about it, but heck, they deserve it anyway. Hmm, guys will probably chop my head off for this. Oh heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight and I don't feel sleepy for some reason. Just started watching Naruto. Yea yea I know most anime freaks had already watch it ages ago and on 100+ episodes now. I had no interest in Naruto so you can't blame me. Hmm anyway, it was surprisingly okay. And if Sasuke wasn't in it I doubt it will be as interesting. Oh yes, and Sakura is a useless freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Narnia! Damn and I want a new phone! Like my mum let. Fana's sister bought for her this cool phone! I'm envious. Her sister is so nice. *shoots my sister a look* And so much money to spare. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mumbling nonsense. That's the power of boredome eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113518329669437242?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113518329669437242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113518329669437242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113518329669437242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113518329669437242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawns.html' title='Yawns'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113504815903218477</id><published>2005-12-20T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:50:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haz is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haz is &lt;strong&gt;online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is tackling heart disease&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is helping local agencies to modernise services&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is one of 26 haz regions in england and northern ireland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is looking to promote positive attitudes to mental health&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is made up of different community groups&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is linked to the community as well as the statutory sector&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is rated pg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is powered by enthusiastic members like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is about long term fundamental changes in the way we all think about health&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is `exemplar' in its development of programmes around coronary heart disease&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is delighted to have been involved in the development of this directory as we have been aware of the lack of accessible information specifically for rural&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is trying to boost his support among the mainly muslim indonesian public ahead of 2004 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;residential elections in which he might runhaz is capable of making a real difference to the health of people across the region&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is to improve the picture of health on merseyside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is largely affected by chemical composition of the steel and weld thermal cycle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is identified with muslim traditionalism&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is to address inequalities in health&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is necessary to maximize the strength of the weld&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is a partnership of the health service&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is one of the second wave of 15 hazs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is used to detect stunting in a population&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is just looking for supports from among indonesian muslims&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is &lt;strong&gt;quite small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is chairman of indonesia's third largest party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is a major industrial corporation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is talking about britney spears &lt;haz&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;hudson92&gt;18?? &lt;haz&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL sounds like me ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is the largest and most complex in the country&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haz is &lt;strong&gt;simple and easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="httP://www.googlism.com" target="_blank"&gt;Who are you?&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/6769415-113504815903218477?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113504815903218477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113504815903218477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113504815903218477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113504815903218477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/haz-is.html' title='Haz is..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113504512817645547</id><published>2005-12-20T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:18:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help!! What do I buy for my father's birthday?!??! SHITTY POO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113504512817645547?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113504512817645547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113504512817645547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113504512817645547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113504512817645547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/help-what-do-i-buy-for-my-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113499999109541950</id><published>2005-12-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:23:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh my</title><content type='html'>What to say? My English has gone real rusty. And it's not a good feeling; it's my only good subject. And nowadays I feel so lazy reading books, and there are some good ones borrowed from the library too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be reopened in two weeks time and before that will be the New Year. I don't do resolutions mainly because I will not stick to them. So what's the point? But maybe I should do them for 2006 eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before the New Year, there's this thing called Christmas Day. I love Christmas, even though I don't celebrate it. And no, it's not because of the Christmas sale. Hell, I barely go out so what's the use of sales huh? It's because Christmas is such a joyful festive. It &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; live up to "Merry Christmas", doesn't it? And coincidentally, Fana felt the same way too, as I was told a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are doing their wishlist already. Why should wishlists be restricted to Christmas only? Anyway I hate wishlists. I hate thinking of what I want. I hate thinking, period. Anyway if I like something, I'll get it if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wishlists are helpful if you wanna get someone a birthday present yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113499999109541950?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113499999109541950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113499999109541950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113499999109541950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113499999109541950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-oh-my.html' title='My oh my'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113477947632373735</id><published>2005-12-17T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:31:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pic!!</title><content type='html'>I got more pics! Got from Ziying's blog. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake Miss Lye bought for us on the 3rd Day after the Friendship concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ms Lye ordered cheese cake and chocolate banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/cakes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/cakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/cert.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="414" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/cert.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/voyage20of20songs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/voyage20of20songs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the Estonian (&lt;a href="http://www.thezoomroom.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;from a teacher of ESPS&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/c238/etvcc/" target="_blank"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scores of our category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/scores.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/scores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole choir at our holding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/wholechoiratpingyi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="429" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/wholechoiratpingyi.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/wholechoir2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="361" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d168/graphicos/wholechoir2.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still more pics to come! &lt;em&gt;Hopefully...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113477947632373735?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113477947632373735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113477947632373735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113477947632373735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113477947632373735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-pic.html' title='More pic!!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113483407992335491</id><published>2005-12-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:34:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>// 4th Day &amp; 5th Day</title><content type='html'>We went to the tour on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Went to PutraJaya. Saw the Pink mosque. Cute. Went to botanical gardens. BORING! And there were a lot of caterpillars on the ground and everyone was trtying not to step on them. Saw Steph wearing a nice sleeveless V-neck. Front and back different colour. Damn so nice! Should have went to Hang Ten! Shitters. Hmm then we went shopping there! Bought belt for skirt, hair product, blusher and lip gloss. That's already around 100 ringgit. Then we went to KFC for lunch. Ate my favourite 2 piece chicken meal. Yum Yum! Then we went to Grand Blue Wave hotel for the result. As expected, the Estonian girls won GOLD &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;. 90 plus points. WoW! And they are the CHAMPION of TWO catergories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink mosque..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="377" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0239.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0241.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="381" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0241.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="367" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0243.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0244.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="417" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0244.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Amos. Lol like candy gift pack shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0247.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="287" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0247.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamps and traffic light at Putra Jaya damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="337" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0235.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="377" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0236.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won Silver A of 80 plus points!!! There's Bronze A, Bronze B, Bronze C. Same thing with Silver and Gold; Silver A, B, C etc etc. WooT!!! There are 5 judges. 3 of them give such high marks, then the other two pull us down dammit. If not we could have gotten at least a gold C. Oh well. Silver A is good enough. Scratch that. Silver A is GREAT! We are number 4 choir in the category, number 3 in Singapore and number 1 in Quality Hotel! WooT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The champions of the different categories will compete in the Grand Finals. It's comfirmed. The Estonians will win hands down. Waste their time to perform again. And guess what. They did win. Not only that, they won five awards. FIVE awards. FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! God! During the interval (for the judges to total up the scores), me and Fana went over to the Estonians and asked a few for photos. Only two of them were willing. But they were SOOO &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/cute.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="350" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/cute.jpg" width="279" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0288.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="342" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0287.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="364" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0295.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 awards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="388" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0299.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0303.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="334" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0303.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0306.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="355" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0306.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 awards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0307.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="362" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0307.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 awards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="397" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0309.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a handful. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to our hotel. Then there's Miss World. WooT!! I love pageants! We slept at around 1. And over slept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Had to skip breakfast. Soon, we were ready to leave the hotel and Fana had to part with her Lollipop Guy. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Yong Peng for lunch but we trio didn't eat. Fana bought a burger and ate in bus though. We went to the souvenir shop instead. I bought a musical thingy as a souvenir and for my mother's birthday present. Her birthday is the day when I left for KL btw. Sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fana cam whored a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0224.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="443" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0220.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="332" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0219.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="543" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0217.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="424" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0199.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="350" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0190.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="335" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0186.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="380" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0182.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="371" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0022.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see, what did I buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a hair product at Sinma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="375" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0310.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0311.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes your hair smooth and silky. No kidding. And if your hair is tangled and you use this "Let's Care" Jeu product, you don't even have to comb your hair. Not exagerating. 30 ringgit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this as a souvenir and for my mum's birthday present &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="370" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0316.jpg" width="268" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the wall is not me. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 468px" height="546" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0317.jpg" width="336" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blusher, L'oreal, not sure how much. 7 ringgit I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0320.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0320.jpg" width="340" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lipgloss, dunno how much but MUCH cheaper than the price in Singapore. I regret not buying two of it. I think around 22 ringggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a belt, 30 ringgit. Discounted price. If not it's 50 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="369" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0323.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and two pairs of socks from Sox World for 6 ringgit each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived in Singapore at 3. At around 4, we reached our soon-to-be holding school, at the old Temasek Sec School in bedok. Saw our choir room. Quite nice. Anyway, then we were dismissed there and not long after I reached my home sweet home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A lot of bad shots I know. So screw me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113483407992335491?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113483407992335491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113483407992335491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483407992335491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483407992335491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/4th-day-5th-day.html' title='// 4th Day &amp; 5th Day'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113483376318283505</id><published>2005-12-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:34:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>// 3rd Day</title><content type='html'>We woke up and the 3rd day greeted us. We did our usual routine; bathe and eat. Fana got a cute carrot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="402" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0268.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a very big moth stuck to the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="416" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0066.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't visualize the size of the moth, just compare the moth to Yana's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="437" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0067.jpg" width="371" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day of the Friendship Concert. We did our usual routine. We sat behind the Estonia girls. Me and Fana badly wanted to make friends but no guts. Damn fuk shit. They went first. WOW! A great start to the concert. They sing. SoOoOO nice. And they danced to end their performance. Wow they really let loose! Shake here shake there. Eye opener for guys. But wow, so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/2eab850f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="336" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/2eab850f.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/66bf31a0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="519" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/66bf31a0.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="302" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0082.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="343" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0094.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0096.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="691" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0096.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0097.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is cool.. And it's not even edited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="432" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0104.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="ttp://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="435" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0111.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="550" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0112.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Estonian Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="361" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0115.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0122.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="306" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0122.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="376" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0160.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="382" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0124.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="377" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0125.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="346" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0140.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="396" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0141.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; 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HEIGHT: 232px" height="324" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0135.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="422" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0134.jpg" width="283" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0126.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="297" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0126.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="443" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0128.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the CHIJ Primary School from dunno where had a cute little girl who sang solo. WOW! She sang beautifully! She she can reach such a high note!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl is the soloist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0150.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="454" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0147.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, a few of us Pasirians shared a bus with the Malaysian's Sumtat voices. It was so fun! Then Fana can see her favourite "Lollipop guy". Thanks to the concert, especially the Estonians, us trio were so hyper! We shouted, danced, screamed.. Ms Lye ordered cheese cake and chocolate banana. Then Ms Lye let loose too! WOW! For ONCE, I saw Ms Lye go wild! She was always so feminine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to our room. There was a celebration of dunno what at the Shah Alam stadium and had fireworks. And our room had a nice view of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="351" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0168.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113483376318283505?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113483376318283505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113483376318283505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483376318283505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483376318283505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/3rd-day.html' title='// 3rd Day'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113483340362492133</id><published>2005-12-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:34:55.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>// 2nd Day</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;second day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was THE D-day of the competition. When I woke up I was shivering. It was so damn cold that I actually don' t feel like bathing. Bad enough they don't have warm water. Either it's freezing cold or it's BOILING hot. No kidding. So we ate our breakfast. Anyway, soon, it was time for the competition. It was held at the Grand Blue Wave Hotel. The first two songs are nice. Then suddenly the last song.. Starting already so disorganized. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="377" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0064.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="699" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0063.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="365" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0062.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="366" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0060.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my eyes look single-eyelided..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Blue Wave hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0107.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="322" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0107.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition, we arrived back at the hotel. It was night time. Then we were allowed to go shopping! We went to the mall at the back of the hotel. BORING. We just buy food stuff, and stayed up late to snack. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113483340362492133?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113483340362492133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113483340362492133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483340362492133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113483340362492133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/2nd-day.html' title='// 2nd Day'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113448874692503952</id><published>2005-12-13T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:33:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yEa I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for Fana's set of photo's before posting this post, but that day will never come so I post here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm back!! Wooo! Home sweet home!! I reached Singapore about 3. I have loads of photos (including some terrible shots) and good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lots of pics!! Please wait patiently for them to load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Usual stuff. Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we report in school at 6.15 in the morning. We stopped at Yong Peng for toilet break. There was a pond there and me, Fana and Yana (aka the trio) just watched the fish swimming by. There was this two huge fish, and when it rised up in the water it looked like crocodile. Then we went to dunno where for lunch. We reach at around 4, at Quality Hotel/Plaza Perangsang. Saw the blue mosque. So majestic. lol.. The bus was sooo slow! It's driving at like, speed of 40!! We could have arrived way earlier! Us trio and HER got a meeting room. A very BIG one to be precise. I love the room! The only spoiler is the bathroom. The bathtub. So scary!! So dark, then there's some broken tile right infront. It's so scary, when you look at it the hole is so deep and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="400" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0030.jpg" width="284" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0029.jpg" width="267" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice table.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="421" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0027.jpg" width="365" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly under the table cloth........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0028.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="338" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0028.jpg" width="241" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee so ugly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Mosque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0070.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="431" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0070.jpg" width="263" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0071.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0071.jpg" width="265" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0034.jpg" width="259" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="363" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0035.jpg" width="249" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="411" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0270.jpg" width="260" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dining place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="382" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0065.jpg" width="282" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 single beds. We joined the two together. We didn't even shoo HER away, and she told our other friend she gonna sleep on the sofa. Well, that works out beautifully. Anyway, we trio were late for the Opening Ceremony. We got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, Estonia, Singapore, and I can't remember other countries that took part in the competition. The Estonia TV Children Choir is soooooooooo awesome!! At first they look like primary level, but when we saw them in their home clothes, wow, they're so matured!! And very very pretty. Damn. And guess what? SHE wasn't in the room! We found out the next day that she slept in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estonia TV Children Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c238/etvcc/EstonianChoir.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="224" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c238/etvcc/EstonianChoir.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="430" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0040.jpg" width="243" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="428" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0043.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="364" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0044.jpg" width="249" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="315" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0272.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="383" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/IMG_0280.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113448874692503952?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113448874692503952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113448874692503952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113448874692503952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113448874692503952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/yea-im-back.html' title='yEa I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113404006717683101</id><published>2005-12-08T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:07:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon..</title><content type='html'>In approximately 11 hours time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I definitely will miss watching watching my animes, especially Prince of Tennis. I'm addicted to it. Oh and if "Larry" is reading this.. Even though your Black Cat download is a thousand times slower than mine, you definitely get to watch it before me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, don't call or sms me, or your head is going down the toilet bowl pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take loads of pictures, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "she" won't be in any of the pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113404006717683101?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113404006717683101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113404006717683101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113404006717683101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113404006717683101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/soon.html' title='Soon..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113385945202285865</id><published>2005-12-06T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:57:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S OUR ROOMATE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'll be having my two buddies as roomates. Is it a yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;SHE'S&lt;/em&gt; OUR ROOMATE!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if it's two queen size bed we three are so going to sleep together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; can enjoy having the whole bed to herself. She should thank &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can't change in the room with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; around. Urgh gross. But I swear I'm not going to let &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; ruin our trip, whatever &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; does. And if I fail to do that, I'm going to lock her in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got our choir polo tee today. I ordered XS but it's damn big. I should have ordered XXS instead. Big mistake, and it comes with a huge price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113385945202285865?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113385945202285865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113385945202285865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113385945202285865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113385945202285865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/shes-our-roomate.html' title='SHE&apos;S OUR ROOMATE!!!!!!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113376702056023399</id><published>2005-12-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:17:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Tomorrow is the last choir practice! I have survived this far. 19 practices, 18 down,  1 more left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really. I got flu and sore throat. Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir today we ate pizza, sponsored by our dear teachers.  There were 3 boxes of Hawaiian pizza, 2 of Chicken Supreme, and 1 box of Super Cheese. I ate one Hawaiian and I chicken pizza. Shukrie ate 6 pizzas. For a skinny guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to the guys toilet to wash our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113376702056023399?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113376702056023399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113376702056023399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113376702056023399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113376702056023399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-tomorrow-is-last-choir-practice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113366192753379572</id><published>2005-12-04T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T11:42:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infected..</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been infected by &lt;a href="http://www.sillyselo.tk/" target="_blank"&gt;Selina&lt;/a&gt;. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay, I'm supposed to list five random facts about myself before infecting/tagging five other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going around for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least it kills some time so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have a favorite color. When I'm asked what's my favourite colour, I often reply blue or black for some reasons. Maybe I &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to buy things that's in blue and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer veggies to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm spending the hols glueing my butt to my computer seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can stand in my 3 inch heels for several hours straight. I did it a few times in a boring wedding. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone is trying to lose weight but I'm trying to gain weight (in a healthy way). Unsuccessfully of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta daa! So, these so-called unlucky 5 is next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slackaholic.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Nor(sis)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.simpletimberlake.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Fana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.elyqanatasha.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Yana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://myphunkybiz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mrudy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.-getalife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sharifah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what else is new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113366192753379572?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113366192753379572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113366192753379572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113366192753379572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113366192753379572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/infected.html' title='Infected..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113358605103645770</id><published>2005-12-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:00:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more choir practices to go.  6 more days to the KL trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113358605103645770?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113358605103645770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113358605103645770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113358605103645770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113358605103645770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113342956584066266</id><published>2005-12-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:32:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't even ask me why I made this skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113342956584066266?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113342956584066266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113342956584066266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113342956584066266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113342956584066266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-even-ask-me-why-i-made-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113327158982245890</id><published>2005-11-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:39:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I killed a cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;    I alighted from the bus. Heading towards the overhead brigde, something caught my eye. I turned my head towards my left and saw a young cat in the middle of the road, lying down helpess. I took a few steps up the overhead bridge, but stopped and looked at the little cat. It mewed loudly and poignantly. I can only guess its body was injured. I felt helpless. I couldn't possibly move it. If I try to I'll probably die along with the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I forced myself to tear my gaze away from the cat. I continued walking up. However, my eyes mmediately strayed away and focused on the animal again. To my horror, I saw 2 lorries heading towards the cat. I watched, and to my relief, the lorries drove over it, the tyres managing to stay away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Feeling guilty, I hurriedly continue my walk, without glancing back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what happened when I went to choir this morning. After choir, I went to check and I didn't see the cat. I hoped a kind soul managed to help the cat and not it being run over a vehicle T.T But that is what most probably happened..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113327158982245890?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113327158982245890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113327158982245890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113327158982245890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113327158982245890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-killed-cat.html' title='I killed a cat.'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113316403060733143</id><published>2005-11-28T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:56:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M Nasir concert</title><content type='html'>I went to M Nasir's concert yesterday. Free tickets, for 2. From contest =D 3 hours straight. o.o Ahli Fiqir and Misha Omar sang a few songs with him too. He danced damn funny. And weird. I wore skirt and demin jacket over my white tee. At first I wanted to wear my boots but decided not to in the end. I wore my clover necklace I bought at Concourse the day before. I wanted to buy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieroberts.com.sg/store/images/product-clover-necklace-cutestar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="200" src="http://julieroberts.com.sg/store/images/product-clover-necklace-cutestar.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;but i only saw the gold plated one. And I hate gold. So I bought this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieroberts.com.sg/store/images/product-clover-necklace-apple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="295" src="http://julieroberts.com.sg/store/images/product-clover-necklace-apple.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;Apple shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it's real leaf inside. Interesting aren't they, the 4-leaf clovers? And how come one out of dunno how many hundred there is a 4 leaf clover? Even my mum was intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the concert, we ate at 2HOT Halal Cafe. Each table has a candle. Irritating candle. I felt like blowing out the fire. And my sister wallowed in her own misery cuz "candle light dinner is supposed to be romantic" and she wants a guy. Self-pitying will only end up making you like a loser =.= The food there is nice. But very costly. But I expected that. I ate Fish and Chips. 13 bucks. But we have to wait for 20 minutes for our food. ZZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at 8 and ended at 11. We reached home exactly at 12 midnight, according to my living room's clock. Both the hands are pointing directly at 12. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got the 'cheer' session for the Symbolic Move thing. I screamed my throat sore. We ended at 11, so I only had to go for 2 hours of choir only xD We're going KL next week. That was fast. ^^ Oh well, I'm off to do some stuff. Signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113316403060733143?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113316403060733143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113316403060733143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113316403060733143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113316403060733143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/m-nasir-concert.html' title='M Nasir concert'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113279825707927015</id><published>2005-11-23T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:10:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to school for choir (duh). I wore my green Student Leader tee and skirt. I saw a lot of people coming to school to buy school books just to be shooed away for not wearing uniform. When I entered the gate, I saw Chuan Mao and his mum. His mum was arguing with the guard why they cannot go in cuz Chuan Mao was wearing home clothes. When I walked past them, his mother demanded, "Then she leh?? Why she can go in?!?" Whoah scary. And Chuan Mao was clearly embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During choir break, Ritz smsed me that he was waiting outside the gate because he was wearing home clothes also. I spotted him and he looked like a idiot lol. Wahaaha. I saw Mardiana too. Anyway tomorrow I'm not going for choir cuz I'll be going for my flu jab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113279825707927015?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113279825707927015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113279825707927015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113279825707927015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113279825707927015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-i-went-to-school-for-choir.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113270547789724546</id><published>2005-11-23T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:24:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>Here's more pics from Yana's cam. Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/_2susuladies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/_2susuladies.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us lovely ladies again. Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/danmardi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/danmardi.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Mardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/meyana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/meyana.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang2.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/thegang3.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/wth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/wth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Ritz doing? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113270547789724546?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113270547789724546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113270547789724546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113270547789724546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113270547789724546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113258768287734834</id><published>2005-11-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:20:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went jalan Hari Raya with my friends. Our original plan was at 10 am meet, but Fauzi wanted later so we changed it to 11 am. &lt;em&gt;Last minute&lt;/em&gt; change by the way. Then in the end, &lt;strong&gt;SHE DIDN'T GO&lt;/strong&gt;! Anyway, I was at the bus stop, already waiting for the damnn bus for half an hour when I remember I didn't bring my camera. So I went back up again. When I left, I saw that my bus came. Zzzzzzz. In the end I was half an hours late, and so was Mardiana cuz we planned to take the same bus. Gerald was pissed with me cuz I was supposed to pass him some stuff xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me, Mardi, Dan, Fir and Ritz went together to Fana's house. Yana waited for us at the bus stop, and she whoah! She was the first person I saw. Damnn pink her clothes. But it's nice. And I totally forgot about Gerald. Wahaha. And Ritz cut his hair, but left a stuiid tail behind. The rest kept pulling it. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm anyway we went up to Fana's house. Waited a while before she came opening the door -.- We ate &lt;em&gt;kuey tiow&lt;/em&gt; at her house. Then of course we took pictures! (Click all pictures to enlarge, hover for alt caption)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/1_meyana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="375" alt="Me and Yana" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/1_meyana.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/2_memardi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="335" alt="Me and Mardi. Fana likes this picture for dunno what reason." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/2_memardi.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/3_fanahouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="361" alt="The gang" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/3_fanahouse.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/4_fanashouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="327" alt="Us again plus the host" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/4_fanashouse.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop is Yana's house. We ate paste there and chicken. Yum yum! The girls went into her room to touch up and me and Mardiana went out, feeling bad leaving the guys behind. So anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/5_yanashouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="337" alt="Lol Fana scared she won't be on the picture. Or she wants to be close to Ritz xD" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/5_yanashouse.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/6_yanasis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="315" alt="Yana's sister, the professional photographer, took this ^^" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/6_yanasis.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/7_danladies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/7_danladies.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Dan's house. Her sister was in. OMG her sister looked sooo young!! Now I know why the lady working at the KFC thinks my sister is my mum. We ate pepsi chicken or whatever it's called. Delicious! I wanted to take another lol but I didn't. Fir took another xD We took a lot of pictures there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/8_dan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="443" alt="I forgot to lighten this image so you guys can see it properly." src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/8_dan.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/9_dansguys.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="345" alt="Ritz the joker and cute Fir" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/9_dansguys.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/10_dansmefana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="490" alt="Me and the lovely Fana" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/10_dansmefana.jpg" width="607" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="435" alt="Us again!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/11_danfaname.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Cikgu Zubaidah's house! The kitchen is soooooooooooooooo big! And it's a 3-room flat. Cikgu told us Mdm Zulaiha was looking forward to our visit, but we forgot to get the address from her and we don't have her phone number. Miss Tay should have Mdm Zulaiha's number, but our lies in Danial, the only person who have her number. And guess what. He lost it. I felt so bad sia not going to her house. I want go visit her when she give birth ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/12_cikguhouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="375" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/12_cikguhouse.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/13_cikgu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="375" alt="Me mardi and cikgu!" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/13_cikgu.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Ritz house. We took 59. There was this writing at the back of the seat. "All of you is a bitch". Me, Dan and Mardi made fun of this and tried improve the sucky English. But Danial and Mardiana also have problem. They said, "All of you are a bitch" -.- In the end I told them, "All of you are bitches". &lt;em&gt;Haiyoh&lt;/em&gt; so difficult -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we arrive at Ritz house. Lol his family... So lively. Squabble here and there. But cute. Then Ritz claimed, "Eat this eat this, very nice. I make one" at almost all the &lt;em&gt;kuihs.&lt;/em&gt; -.- We ate something at his house, I forgot what. I remember got steamboat and &lt;em&gt;taugehs&lt;/em&gt; which he claimed he cut himself. And we can see that cuz it's wrongly cut. We forgot to take pic at his house! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to Atikah's house. OMG her house damn big. WAAAKK!!! I SO JEALOUS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/14_atikah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="321" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/14_atikah.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Yana extra? No head?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/14_atikahedit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="302" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c279/hariraya/14_atikahedit.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah now got head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Mardi's house. We went back to Tampines. We can't go her house earlier cuz no one was in. We took 59 again. And guessed what? The words "All of you is a bitch" greeted us. We took the same bus as just now! Nice coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we reached to Mardiana's house. I was looking out for her stray cat but I didn't see him. Soon though, when I'm in her house, I heard a loud crash. Mardiana went to check out what happened and not long after, she shrieked my name, telling me to, "Come here!! See what the cat did!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out, followed by everyone else. Apparently the cat was behind the shoe rack and it couldn't come out so it pushed the rack. It was a mess! All the shoes were sprawled everywhere! Mardiana told us not to worry about it and we went back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when leaving, we saw the cat's feeding corner. I guess he won't get any dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceeded to Syed's house without Farhanah cuz she got curfew. In the bus, there was this man who was talking on the phone. Me and Mardiana noticed him digging his hairy nose. When he left, me and Mardiana kept laughing and joked to the others, "When he left, he 'accidentally' brushed his hands on Ritz, wiping his nose shit on him." He immediately went, "EEeeeee" and kept brushing his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joked that things in Syed's house will be tall. But only the dining chairs are. His house damn nice, and I thought his elder sister is his younger sis. Very pretty, and his little brother is so damn cute. Unlike Syed. Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Fir's house. Fir's lift got UDD LOL. Urine Detection Device. He took the &lt;em&gt;kuihs&lt;/em&gt; and bang down to hard, and they fell. Like last year. But last year was the wine glass. Lucky got carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next house is the last house. Which is mine! We, minus Suryana, reached at 10 LOL. Then immediately everyone went into the kitchen and queued for the toilet. &gt;.&lt; My toilet door has no lock, it was lost lol, and Fir purposely opened the door. Naughty Fir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Charlies Angels. They stayed quite late for duno what reason. If me I would be eager to go home already. They went home at 11. I had so much fun! Weee! I think that will be the first and last Jalan Raya that I come home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pics btw, but I will post them later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113258768287734834?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113258768287734834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113258768287734834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113258768287734834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113258768287734834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/jalan-hari-raya.html' title='Jalan Hari Raya'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113232229579182455</id><published>2005-11-19T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:00:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telling Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two boys were camping in the backyard. When they couldn't figure out what time it was, the first boy said to the second, "Start singing very loud."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How will that help?" said the second boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just do it," insisted the first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both boys broke into song, singing at the top of their lungs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moments later, a neighbor threw open her window and shouted, "Keep it down! Don't you know it's three o'clock in the morning?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An American at Oxford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American was visiting Oxford University for the first time, and stopped a passing Oxford don to ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me," said the American, "can you tell me if that's Trinity College I'm looking at? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are probably unaware" sneered the don, "that you have just ended your sentence with a preposition. You may wish to rephrase your question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American began again: "Can you tell me if that's Trinity College I'm looking at, YOU JERK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabbits Multiply&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs. Smith came home one night she was horrified to find her son with his hands round his pet rabbit's neck, shaking it and shouting, "Come on then. What's five and three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it at once," she yelled. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, teacher told us that rabbits could multiply quickly. This one can't even add five and three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Won't Go&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man to his wife...."I'm not going to school today. The teachers don't like me, the kids call me names, even the janitor's rude to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "Don't be silly. You have to go. I'll give you two good reasons why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "What are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "One, you're forty years old; and two, you're the principal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Froggie Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frog telephones a psychic hotline and is told, "You are going to meet a beautiful young girl who will want to know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," says the frog. "Will I meet her at a party?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the psychic, "Next year - in biology class."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113232229579182455?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113232229579182455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113232229579182455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113232229579182455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113232229579182455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/jokes_19.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113228183907752539</id><published>2005-11-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:34:53.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness!</title><content type='html'>Yea! I can use my computer already!! At first I got a headache looking at the screen cuz the resolution is so big but I've gotten used to it. Now the only thing I'm not used to is the keyboard. &gt;.&lt; Now it's Windows XP. Hope there aren't any virus lurking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway choir ended at 12.30 today. Yea! So I met my sister at 1 and ate at KFC. The cute auntie was there and we both waved at each other. When we ordered, she asked me, "Is this your mother?" LMAO my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we then proceeded to Challenger cuz she want to buy some stuff for her laptop. We saw Sims 2 and she was tempted to buy. -.- Then we went to Toy R Us. It was fun, and I really missed being a little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then we went to the AXS Station to collect our tickets for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Then we went to Mini Bits. Found some very nice earrings. And did I mention they were expensive? +.+ There were a few classy hoop earrings. My urge my sister to buy the pink silvery hoop earrings tat she liked. At least she have something classy. Not for long though, I'm guessing they would go missing in a few weeks time; she tend to leave her things lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo then it was time for Goblet Of Fire. We found our seats, watched the trailer for half and hour, and the show FINALLY started. The show was quite good, if I don't compare it with the book. Me and my sister founnd Victor Krum damn funny! Not comedy funny. More like... Ah I don't know. He's just is. We laughed a lot in the theatre, or maybe it's just us. And Fleur is lousy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. A lot of people found the movie nice. But somehow I don't really think so. I'm a Harry Potter fan. And by that I meant the &lt;em&gt;original&lt;/em&gt; work of HP, that is to say, the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when the movie was finishing, Mardi smsed me, telling me she was in the cinema, waiting to watch the movie also. Lol. Anyway, after the show finished, I met Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my sister was cheated 2 dollars. You know those vending machines that when you slot in dollar coins and turn the knob, a round ball of container will come out, containing something inside? She slotted in her dollar coin and the coin slot was too deep and as a result it was stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe next! It's been a long time since I've been in the cinema. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113228183907752539?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113228183907752539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113228183907752539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113228183907752539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113228183907752539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/yayness.html' title='Yayness!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113195389106935178</id><published>2005-11-14T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:38:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a very bad day. I had choir at 10 and I came out of the house at 9.30, which was very damn late. I was walking towards the bus stop and I saw 15 approaching. It was too far for me to run, so I decided to take 25 or 854 to Kembangan MRT. I was halfway across the overhead bridge when I saw 25 approaching. To worsen my frustration, I saw 854 not far behind. WTF?!?! I missed all 3 buses at the same time!!! So I had no choice but to wait for the next bus. Several minutes later, 854 came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the MRT, I headed up the escalator. Halfway up the escalator, I heard the sound of the train leaving. When I reach up the platform, I realised the train just left and I had to wait 6 minutes for the next train!! It was 5 minutes before 10 when the train FINALLY came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into shit too in choir because of the first song we practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going home, I boarded the bus. I tripped over nothing. Lucky I held the pole or I will fall headlong to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home, there was a blackout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113195389106935178?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113195389106935178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113195389106935178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113195389106935178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113195389106935178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113172759003480349</id><published>2005-11-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:53:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>WooT I'm back! The camp was very tough but perserverence is the word. ^^ I'm aching all over but I've had been off worse. So here's a BRIEF skeleton of what happened; I can't remember much due to my memory span of a goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We split into 14 groups of 4. I was in the last group. I like it when both group 13 and 14 mix, cuz the guys are damn fun. The first day was nothing much, just some games and some talk and briefing. And of course group work. We went to Sunplaza Park in the morning the ice breaker games. I remember we were supposed to take some toilet roll. Our seniors told us to take as many toilet paper we want in case we shit. Of course there was a twist. *slaps forehead* Why didn't I think of that before? Each square of the toilet roll we took will be the number of facts we are supposed to say about ourselves. I said 10 but I think I got 12. Not sure. Wahaha. Hani got 17 and Selwyn got only 2. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also supposed to design a flag and think of a group name. Everyone contributed at least one. My idea was Storm Rider, which means riding through the storm, storm being the obstacles and we overcoming them. They voted for Storm Rider so Storm Rider it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4, we were told to buy our own lunch. The budget per group is 8 bucks. We went to NTUC and bought eggs, a packet or maggie mee, a packet of hot dogs and apples and pears. We didn't finish everything. I kept the 1 remaining packet of maggie mee xD We reported at the new foyer, and there was this little cat there! So cute! And the cat followed us whereever we went until 1. Cute!! This day was the best ^^ Well, aside from our punishment, which was pumping position for at least 5 minutes. Tired leh! I saw some girls near tears also. We slept at 2, and I woke up at 5. So I just lay down and wait for 5.30 before waking the rest up to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day when we have to go to Sentosa to play the Amazing Race. We boarded the bus in the morning. Almost everyone fell asleep in the bus. I nodded of to sleep as well. I don't know why, but I sleep faster in bus then in my bed. Remember the flag design? It was a competition. The best two will start the race first. We got the next two! 2nd out of 7 groups! Surpringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we only have&lt;strong&gt; two&lt;/strong&gt; bus rides. The first clue was "Rasa Sayang Eh". Our first guess was the Musical Fountain, but it was wrong. It turned out to the the Rasa restaurant thingy -I forgot the name- and when reach there, we asked the seniors "Is this it?" We were so relieved when they said it was the correct place. Our task there was to keep hitting a capteh for 100 times. Once fall, minus 5. But we did it in the end ^^. I can't remember much about this day, except when Davin sat like a dog wanting to pee. Oh yes, and I met Gladys, Shirley and Felicia at Siloso Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was damn tiring, we keep walking from one end of Sentosa to the other end. And we keep trudging up the same hill for at least 4 times! I wouldn't mind so much if it was as different hill. Anyway, we started out as one of the first but ended up as one of the last; at the end several groups joined together LOL. Our last stop was the football field, which was our camping site. We had mee for dinner but I didn't eat. I had gastric and I scared I will puke if I eat. After an hour or so, my gastric went away. We set up a tent in the field, washed up, then went into the tent to organize our stuff. 5 people in the tent was damn squeezy. We slept at 12.30 I think. We were supposed to wake up at 1.30 for reflection. Wah lau they purposely don't want to make it at one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were awakened at 1.30, had our reflection, went back to sleep again. Around 3, we were woken up again. There was thunder and lightning so we moved to the sheltered carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 but no one was awake yet so I lie down again. Finally we wash up and changed. There was supposed to be some water games today but we hadn't the time so there wasn't any games. We were dismissed after our group cheer. Our cheer went like this, B being the boys and G the girls, A being all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: We've got the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;G: Yes, we do!&lt;br /&gt;B: We've got the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;G: How bout you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Riding through the storm and thunder,&lt;br /&gt;A: Going through many blunders!&lt;br /&gt;A: No paaaain, no gaaain!&lt;br /&gt;A: That's how it's gonna work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOORRMMM RIDERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we got our Student Leader tee. Rich green.. Kinda plain.. I took XS lol. Still so big. &gt;.&lt; nI changed into that tee and skirt, and waited for Fana and Susu and Dan. We went to Burger King together and ate, duh. At some point, something flew past me and susu. It wasn't the bird, and it zoomed very quickly. We both felt the air rushing past us. At first I thought it was only me, but looking at susu's surprised face, I knew it wasn't only me. What the hell was that sia. We took 65 back. Originally, I wanted to go to school to check my class, but since my 65 stop at my stop first, I went home first. I told the rest I will meet them at 3.45. If I'm not there yet, call me. SO I went home and checked my handphone. I was away for 3 days and no one greeted me.. T.T Justin had kindly checked me class and subject combination for me. I got into 3e4 with POA and History. At 3.50, Fana called me. I told her I'm not coming. Then I slept til 9. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113172759003480349?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113172759003480349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113172759003480349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113172759003480349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113172759003480349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113148602768427378</id><published>2005-11-09T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T05:40:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye</title><content type='html'>Hmm so I'm up early today because I have to go for camp later. Don't expect me for 2 days at least. My sister should use the lappy as much as possible, cuz when I come back I'm going to hog it again. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to have time to miss anything, they sure are going to keep us busy on our feet all day. Aiee anyways, I gotta go. Toddle doo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113148602768427378?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113148602768427378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113148602768427378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113148602768427378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113148602768427378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113119856567265984</id><published>2005-11-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:49:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Added another wallpaper, featuring Rurouni Kenshin. xD Black/Grey/White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was choir practice just now. I couldn't hear myself sing. Have gotten deaf because of flu X(&lt;br /&gt;Soprano 2 is dead. So dead. Lucky Winnie was transfered to Sop 2. And I'm feeling lazy to go to the Student Leader camp.Hope no relatives visit us while I am away, or else I will not get any money &gt;.&lt; The &lt;em&gt;apek &lt;/em&gt;sitting next to him looked at him strangely. That just made me smile wider in amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need some laughs in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113119856567265984?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113119856567265984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113119856567265984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113119856567265984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113119856567265984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113116020941365190</id><published>2005-11-05T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:39:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixels</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update: Okay, my &lt;em&gt;kain&lt;/em&gt; of this &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt; is so so so damn loose. I complained to my mum and she went, "Fasting what." *Slaps forehead* How can I even forgot I had fast?? For one whole month! Out of curiosity, I weighed myself. 38kg. I lost 2 kg. Is 2 kg that much of a difference?? o.O I'm light enough as it is, I don't want to be blown away by the wind!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a pixel last night. It was the reson why I went to bed at 1 in the morning. It was my first ever attempt at pixelling and boy! Wasn't it tiring! Pixels are extremely easy to steal (I should know, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do that), and when that happens, all your hard work are all down in the stinky drain. I've got some work stolen before and it made my blood boil. This in turn is not good for my blood pressure. So the safest thing to do is... Don't do pixels! Nonetheless I'm going to show you what I've made...............&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;br /&gt;Tadaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/carrot_.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear you say, "Huh?!" Don't go, "You're telling me this little teeny weeny thing is so hard to do? How can this little thing be the root of all problems??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me that I have one thing to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU try it. It's okay if you don't have a top notch program. Just open paint. Open a blank piece of page. AND START DOING! FROM SCRATCH! If you are an expert pixel-maker, you are free to tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113116020941365190?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113116020941365190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113116020941365190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113116020941365190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113116020941365190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/pixels.html' title='Pixels'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113108727906801613</id><published>2005-11-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:34:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE!!</title><content type='html'>Nur Aldinni came!! OMG SHE'S SOOO CUTE!! She's two months old and her cheeks are so so so so chubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ain't she? And her hair is like Tintin's lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare her pic now and then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/a2.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/photos.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; if you are clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, my little cuzzie, a 4 year old toddler i think, was so curious and noisy. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a few hours spending time with him but I was so worn out! I swear it will be torture LIVING with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have visitors now by the way so I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: I forgot to mention that Adam wanted to take picture with Nur Aldinni and said he wanted to 'hug' her. Guess what he did? He so-called 'hugged' her head, almost strangling her. o.O My mum then immediately went out of the room, later commenting that it was alarming letting Adam near the baby. Lmao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Added a Wallpaper section. Only did one. ^^ Hitsugaya from Bleach. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to thank &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.otakusiris.com/forum/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otaku Siris forums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for motivating me to do some graphics. Muahahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you like Animes of any kind, feel free to join. You can also download Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Games and Anime songs. We're looking for more members. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister is rummaging through some photo albums for some reason and just finished looking at our baby photos. Sometimes I feel like.. staying a baby forever, not having a care in the world. How blissful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113108727906801613?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113108727906801613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113108727906801613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113108727906801613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113108727906801613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/cute.html' title='CUTE!!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113101919974781330</id><published>2005-11-03T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:28:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Raya</title><content type='html'>Snap snap! The flash of the camera blinded our eyes. I was taking photos of me, my sis, mum and grandma. One whole family. After taking several pictures, we were satisfied and continued with our own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes later, my father arrived at our doorstep after his prayers at the mosque. I opened the door and let my him in. I &lt;em&gt;salamed&lt;/em&gt; my father and my sister served him &lt;em&gt;ketupat&lt;/em&gt; with some dishes. Meanwhile, I made him coffee. Few minutes later, I heard my mum calling me. It turned out that she wanted me to help her carry some stuff to our neighbour, and I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my father finished eating, me and my sis went to his flat. As I was getting out of the taxi, my head bumped on the taxi. I raised my hand to rub the spot and I felt a dent. Is my head that soft?? I didn't know if the dent is caused by the bump or it was already there in the first place. My sister freaked out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my father's apartment, I noticed he have not tranfer all the goodies and food into the containers. My father requested us both to help him transfer. My sister was really lousy. I already transfered the 2nd &lt;em&gt;kuih&lt;/em&gt; into the bottles and she is still picking on the scotch tapes. In the end I did everything. Talk about good-for-nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at my father's flat for a while before departing to one of my aunt's house. We waited half an hour before the rest came. When relatives started filling in the house, she invited us all to eat. I advanced the dining room and took a ketupat and some dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the house that followed was my grandaunts house. She shifted from MacPherson to Bedok North Avenue 2. My father trailed one of my uncles to her house. We were told that the door unit was 08-53. We searched the door units but then my uncle realised they are all even numbers. We stopped at 54 and looked in. To our chagrin, we saw a head peeping out of a room. Chinese is living in that house! Me and my sister kept laughing. My uncle knocked on 52 for a long time, and the Chinese neighbour came out. She said something to me and I couldn't hear what she was saying. Then finally the door opened. It turned out to be the correct house after all. The Chinese neighbour returned to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a Malay show entitled 'Buli'. We were watching the show when 2 sour-faced Indian Muslims came asking for Hari Raya money. My grandaunt refused to give because they came for the 2nd time. UH HELLO. My grandaunt is poor and she needs the money more okay! She gave you guys the money the first time because it is Hari Raya after all. It's okay if you turn up at people's doorstep for money on Hari Raya but two times?? That's called shameless. My grandaunt ccocmplained about them and my father said, "Next time when people come for money, give them banana." Laugh out loud. I had to grin at this idea. When living, she gave us 4 dollars. I felt like refusing her money. Or she should at least only give 2 bucks. I felt so bad taking her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bedok next. Their house is near Vincent's, block 773 I think. They have a couple collection of plants which can cure cancer, ward off Aedes mosquitoes, lizards and bees. Cool. We watched &lt;em&gt;Buli&lt;/em&gt; again. It's kinda an interesting show. Nothing much happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th house is near Sunplaza Park, at Tampines. Her house have so many trophies. I saw one with a Pasir Ris Secondary logo, dated 1997. I wonder who the trophy belonged to. Guessed what we watched there? &lt;em&gt;Buli&lt;/em&gt; again! Uncle Din, as usual, said some stuff. I can't be bothered by his lameness so usually I didn't listen properly. I just laughed weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pasir Ris next. It was the first house that I ate kuih. (Meals not counted here). And Aisyah, my brainy 1 year-older-senior, made some delicious biscuits coated with chocolate. After  that, my father was supposed to send us home but his siblings wanted to go to his house, so we went to my father's house again. I helped to serve them drinks. My sister wasn't helping so I purposely went to the bathroom so she have no choice but to do the work. *Eye glints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed behind for a while to take picture with him. I forgot to take photo with him with my camera so I took picture with him with my sister's camera. After we're done, me and my sister walked back. It was already 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway, here are the photos I took today. THAT I CAN UPLOAD. I took some with my family. In a FILM camera mind you. So you'll probably have to wait one month til I develope the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/me2_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/mebapak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me father sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the family photo by the way. Because my sister's aim sucks. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113101919974781330?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113101919974781330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113101919974781330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113101919974781330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113101919974781330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/jalan-raya.html' title='Jalan Raya'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113097444975723783</id><published>2005-11-03T07:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:44:39.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLAMAT HARI RAYE!!</title><content type='html'>Like the title says......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLAMAT HARI RAYE!!!&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/6769415-113097444975723783?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113097444975723783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113097444975723783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113097444975723783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113097444975723783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/slamat-hari-raye_03.html' title='SLAMAT HARI RAYE!!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113092271911034922</id><published>2005-11-02T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:11:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more hours to kill</title><content type='html'>I did a blinkie! It's at the bottom of every post. Kinda like a 'siggy' for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to the doctor just now. I wore my sister's slippers -- I don't have any -- and I came home with a blister. Now you know why I don't have any slippers. Remind me again why I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with 2 hours to spare, I'm going to rewatch Bleach. I can watch 4 episodes at least. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113092271911034922?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113092271911034922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113092271911034922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113092271911034922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113092271911034922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-more-hours-to-kill.html' title='2 more hours to kill'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113089130138032220</id><published>2005-11-02T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:50:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JokeS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Johnny's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was on a park bench stuffing all of his Halloween candy in his mouth. An old lady came over and said. "Son, don't you know that eating all of that candy will rot your teeth, give you acne, and make you sick?"&lt;br /&gt;"My grandfather lived to be 105 years old!" replied Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;"Did he eat five candy bars at a sitting?" the old lady retorted.&lt;br /&gt;"No, said Johnny, "but he minded his own freakin' business." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a guy goes to his doctor and says, "Doc I have these real bad headaches. What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, "Well, to get rid of my headaches I just have sex with my wife." They both laugh.&lt;br /&gt;A week later the patient returns. The doctor asks, "How are you feeling?"&lt;br /&gt;The patient smiles and replies" You were right! I feel so much better. And, by the way, Doc, you have a lovely home."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In school one day, the teacher decided that ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school one day, the teacher decided that in science class she would teach about the elements. So she stood in the front of the class and said, "Children, if you could have one raw element in the world what would it be?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Stevie raised his hand and said, "I would want gold, because gold is worth a lot of money and I could buy a Porsche." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher nodded and called on little Susie.&lt;br /&gt;Little Susie said, "I would want platinum, because platinum is worth more than gold and I could buy a Corvette" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher smiled and then called on Little Johnny. Little Johnny stood up and said, "I would want silicon." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher said, "Why Johnny?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He responded by saying, "Because my mom has two bags of it and you should see all the sports cars outside our house!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a little girl named Fufu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl named Fufu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went to school one day and her teacher said, "How do you spell your name?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, "F.U. - F.U." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her teacher sent her to the principal's office. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She got to the principal's office and he said, "First off, how do you spell your name?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "F.U. - F.U." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, "YOU ARE SUSPENDED!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running for Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush was out jogging one morning when he tripped, fell over a bridge railing and landed in the creek below. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before the Secret Service guys could get to him, three kids who were fishing, pulled him out of the water. He was so grateful he offered the kids whatever they wanted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first kid said, "I sure would like to go to Disneyland." George said, "No problem. I'll take you there on Air Force One." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second kid said, "I really need a new pair of Nike Air Jordan's." George said, "I'll get them for you and even have Michael sign them!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third kid said, "I want a motorized wheelchair with a built-in TV and stereo headset!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George Bush is a little perplexed by this and says, "But you don't look like you are injured."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kid says, "I will be after my dad finds out I saved your ass from drowning!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: Hiatus Signs up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; Hari Raya is tomorrow! Yea! I know I will not have the time to post tomorrow because I will be busy visiting my father's side, so I will take this opportunity to say this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all Muslims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saya ingin mengambil kesempatan ini untuk memohon ampun dan maaf sekiranya ada terkasar bahasa, terlajak kata dan tersinggung perasaan, harap dapat anda maafkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Dan Batin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know if my Malay is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll let my personal editor, aka Susu, to tell me if I'm wrong =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/6769415-113089130138032220?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113089130138032220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113089130138032220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113089130138032220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113089130138032220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/jokes.html' title='JokeS'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113082534390676422</id><published>2005-11-01T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:18:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy DeepaRaya~</title><content type='html'>I woke up late today. And I mean really really late. Then when I woke up I still lie in bed. If not for the sms my friend sent me, goodness knows til what time I'll be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of fasting! Wee! Then it's Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Deepavali.. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Deepavali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate Fillet burget for my dinner. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update: Added a Signature section under You.&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/6769415-113082534390676422?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113082534390676422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113082534390676422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113082534390676422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113082534390676422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-deeparaya.html' title='Happy DeepaRaya~'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113074654472137731</id><published>2005-10-31T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:15:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah</title><content type='html'>Now that my table is cleared, my sister keep studying in my room. Seriously, my table was so messy that it's impossible to find things there. Not only that, papers and books were also cluttered all over my room. My dear friends should know. Right susu and dan? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took SS History as first choice. I handed it up early in the morning to avoid second thoughts. Wahaha. Fana, who was so confident in taking History, had second thoughts. She decided in Geog instead. THEN later, she changed her mind again. In the end she decided in History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 Melbourne boys are coming sometime later. They need a host... But our choir has a few boys, and even then they are not willing to home them. I want!! Argh but like my mum will let.. It's gonna be a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113074654472137731?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113074654472137731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113074654472137731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113074654472137731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113074654472137731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/hah.html' title='Hah'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113066644823730991</id><published>2005-10-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:00:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ramble Ramble*</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've organized my navigations. Does it look cleaner? Next in my to-do list is to make a new layout. This is just a temporary layout. I just couldn't stand my previous skin. I am never going to make dark skins again I swear. And if I have time, and this is a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big 'IF'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I will add more contents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a waste attending religious class just now. Only 20 out of 60 people came. How pathetic is that? I'll answer that. VERY pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tomorrow there's choir. AAHH!! I scared cannot sing. I hate choir now. My 2 month holiday is wasted. Stupid choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Full Circle last night. It's about a gay who got thrown out of his family. That's stupid. So what if your son wants to be a girl or something. He's still human, who need unconditional love from his family. And he's still your SON. You aren't just going to disown your own flesh and blood just because he's a retard who wants to have boobs or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this year, I just don't have the Hari Raya mood. Maybe it's because our family couldn't be bothered to decorate the house, maybe it's bacause I don't have time to celebrate, maybe because the Hari Raya groove in the atmosphere is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remembered, Fana still have my Mediator book. For almost a few months already. I don't know who read slower, Fana or Susu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SUNDAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I really do. WooT one more hour til my dinner! Okay, so let's get back to my layout. I wonder what pic should I have... Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113066644823730991?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113066644823730991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113066644823730991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113066644823730991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113066644823730991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramble-ramble.html' title='*Ramble Ramble*'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113058549330213981</id><published>2005-10-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:06:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I've changed my layout again. Kinda disorganised, I know. But what do you expect in only a few hours? I just needed a light skin, I'm so sick of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Avatars. Added some Bleach avvies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got into 3E4. I wanted 3E5 at first, but after receiving my exam papers back, I think I am lucky to get into 3E4 and not 3E3. I failed my Maths so I can't get to do A Maths. There aer 4 subject combination I have to choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) D&amp;T, SS History&lt;br /&gt;B) D&amp;amp;T, SS Geography&lt;br /&gt;C) Principles of Accounts, SS History&lt;br /&gt;D) Principles of Accounts, SS Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; absolute way I am going to take D&amp;amp;T. And for geog, we will be learning Human Geography, eg: Settlements, Population, bearings, etc etc. Another big no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I choose C as my 1st choice. And D for my 2nd choice.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to goodness they won't chuck me into D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is officially the first day of our 2 months holiday. But I won't have a holiday. Let's take a look at my so-called holiday schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Oct: Hand in form, choir&lt;br /&gt;1 - 2 Nov: Free day&lt;br /&gt;4 - 8 Nov: Free day&lt;br /&gt;9 Nov: Student Leader Camp&lt;br /&gt;10 Nov: Student Leader Camp&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov: Student Leader Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weekend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;16 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;17 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;18 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weekend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;22 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;23 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;24 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;25 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weekend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;29 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;30 Nov: Choir&lt;br /&gt;1 Dec: Choir&lt;br /&gt;2 Dec: Choir&lt;br /&gt;5 Dec: Choir&lt;br /&gt;6 Dec: Choir&lt;br /&gt;7 - 8 Dec: Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - 11 Dec: Go Kuala Lumpur for choir competition&lt;br /&gt;29 Dec: Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I also have the Symbolic Move thing and the cheering sessions thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the form so I forgot the dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a law on this or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! 5 more days to Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Me, Fana and Susu are free on the 19 and 20 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, we decided to have it on the 20th of Nov. Which is on a Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the first day of the hols and I'm feeling old and weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I'm&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. High fever, runny nose, cough, sore throat. All at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not dengue fever. That's got to be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Stinking Freakz, I hope we will not drift further and further apart next year as everyone of us is going to a different class, except for me and Farhanah. We had some troubles with our friendship at times but we also had our joys and good times. Rock on yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: My sis changed her phone to a Sony Ericson one. Borrowed from ANOTHER friend of hers. Anyway it's with a cool camera. So I can use her cam to take pictures now and just forward them to my phone. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113058549330213981?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113058549330213981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113058549330213981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113058549330213981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113058549330213981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113055864096065983</id><published>2005-10-29T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:34:17.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School</title><content type='html'>Time flies so fast. It seems like it was only yesterday when I got to know my new friends from 2E4. And you know what? I kinda miss my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I missed 1E2, all the fun times we had, all the class spirit we had. I thought 2E4 couldn't compare to 1E2. How often have I glanced back wistfully at the good times we 1E2 had? How often have I wished 2E4 to have more class spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I realise, it isn't fair to compare 1E2 and 2E4. While their attitude is different, us 2E4 still had our ups and downs, our fun times. 2E4 is different than 1E2, but so what? That's what makes my class special, unique. These past 4 days were especially precious to me. It's one of the rare times our class put in all efforts and their class spirit. Thus my delight when 2E4 won the &lt;strong&gt;champion&lt;/strong&gt; for floorball and frisbee for the &lt;strong&gt;interclass&lt;/strong&gt; games. Beneath that "don't-care attitude", I guess the guys can actually strive if they put their minds and hearts into it. As I look at the guys play floorball, their faces full of seriousness and concentration, I felt some fondness of our class. I guess no matter how much I complain about 2e4, I can't deny that 2E4 is still &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; class, and that deep down, I wouldn't want to change class for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, our class will be separated into 5 different classes. We might drift further and further apart, but the memories of 2E4 will still be remembered always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/informal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="371" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/informal.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2E4 You guys rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113055864096065983?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113055864096065983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113055864096065983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113055864096065983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113055864096065983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day Of School'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113023890895618780</id><published>2005-10-25T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:18:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN &amp; TIRING DAY</title><content type='html'>The first programme lined up for us girls is taekwondo lessons. The Malay guys had to lean silat while the Chinese guys had to learn wushu. Taekwondo was really fun. We learnt how to free ourselves when someone grab one of our hands, two of them, when they pull our t-shirts, and when they bear hug us. I had bruise on my right wrist and Farhanah grip was like a vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first break me and Suryana went to find Danial to ask for his UNO cards. [Dan: See la so stubborn! We search for you then the stupid instructor was talking to you guys!] In the end we just sit throughout the break. Id38 1/2 upon 50 for maths paper 1!!! Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme ended at 12. We were then required to fill in a feedback form. Afterwards we waited for the inline skating programme at 3, which is 3 hours later. In the mean time, me and Suryana planned for our Hari Raya outing. Danial and Farhanah were having a 1-hour council meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing UNO when the 2 finally showed up. So yea. It was raining heavily when it was 2.30, and we thought there won't be any lesson. In the end we skated in the hall. There was this Panther guy who kept falling. Once he fell because of me. Partly anyway. I was skating when there was this girl in front of me who was not skating, and blocking my way. So I stopped. Duh who would want to crash? Anyway this guy was behind me and I think he was skating too fast or something and had difficultly braking, or when braking he lost balance. Not sure. Anyway he went sprawling on the floor. And that wasn't the first time OR the last time he fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell.. well, technically twice, but the 1st fall was made on purpose. I was losing my balance, and I didn't want to fall hard on my butt. So I fell on my sides instead. Lucky. But the second time wasn't too lucky. I was skating and Fauziana was skating too close behind me. Before I knew it, I was down on my butt. Ouch it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy who was skating too fast behind me and he couldn't brake in time. He somewhat grabbed my shoulders, for his balance and to stop himself. ZZZZ lucky I didn't lose my balance also. I feel like knocking his head with something, but then of course, there was the helmet to protect his head -.- The instructor saw what he did and he joked dunno what shit. About "touch girl" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then then then. The instructor briefed us what we were going to learn tomorrow. It's called "Scooter Skate". Me, Fana and Yana tried but it was either we lost our balance, or we felt no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then us 3 girls went to KFC cuz I wanted to buy my break fast there. No one is home and my mother didn't cook. Wow this is my first long post in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113023890895618780?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113023890895618780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113023890895618780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113023890895618780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113023890895618780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun-tiring-day.html' title='FUN &amp; TIRING DAY'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113019195731370493</id><published>2005-10-25T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:25:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more mins!</title><content type='html'>to school! So here's a quick post. Yesterday we had inline skating. Okay lah, last year was much more fun cuz there's VERY little people. Yesterday's lesson had like, 10 times the amount compared to last year. And I'm not joking.. Shukrie joined again! So pro like that want to join for what. Waste money only. Last year's instructors was also more funny and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea I joined the Otaku Siris forum. Fill up my time a bit. And Gerald say I desperate to increase rank -.- Ooh I gtg, see ya guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113019195731370493?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113019195731370493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113019195731370493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113019195731370493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113019195731370493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-more-mins.html' title='5 more mins!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-113003847511534496</id><published>2005-10-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T11:34:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramps</title><content type='html'>You know, I used to wonder how cramps feels like because I never had cramps before. Last Friday night, I had leg cramps. Wah pain pain! The last time I felt so much pain was last year when I fell and twisted my ankle. It was hell -.- and I dont think I want that to happen again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so bored. Tmr have choir (ugh!) and inline skating (weee!) Dum dee dum this is a waste of time. But that's good, since I have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-113003847511534496?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/113003847511534496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=113003847511534496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113003847511534496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/113003847511534496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/cramps.html' title='Cramps'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112996768294024331</id><published>2005-10-22T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:54:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!</title><content type='html'>Oh ya I forgot to mention yesterday there was a cute small little grasshopper on Suzaina's back. Me, Noriz and Suzie was collecting seashells for our mermaid. We were heading back when Noriz started squealing. I looked to see why. I saw the grasshopper on Suzie's back. So cute! I tried to picked it up but it kept jumping nimbly out of my fingers. It jumped onto my hand and I brushed it away. Mardiana missed all the fun! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, today was super boring! What to do what to do? In the morning I went to Parkway Parade with my mum. We bought a pair of shoe each. Mine cost around 62 bucks, hers around 50 plus. Then bought a bag. That's 66 bucks. Then a necklace, 18 bucks. LOL lalala. BoreD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112996768294024331?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112996768294024331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112996768294024331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112996768294024331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112996768294024331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/boring.html' title='BORING!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112988826809961157</id><published>2005-10-21T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:29:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FuN dAy</title><content type='html'>Weee I really had fun today! First first, me and some others were supposed to get some award for the Poetry Competition, which was ages ago! (&lt;a href="http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/poetry.html" target="_blank"&gt;See this post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I thought Suryana was to represent the class, but when I heard we were supposed to collect our prizes ourselves in front of the school, okay well, I freaked out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;It was this trophy thing.&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Yi Feng, He Wei didn't collect their prizes. At first Cikgu Diah asked Mardiana to collect for them but Mardiana later told her she don't want to. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw on the paper, it was not Yi Feng. It was "Kwek Jin Feng" instead. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm then we went up to class. We received our class photos. Finally! The lighting was really bright to my liking, but I have no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Formal (click to enlarge)&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/formal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="445" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/formal.jpg" width="632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informal (click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/informal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="474" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/informal.jpg" width="629" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suryana said the guys like just won a game of soccer. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm so today we went to East Coast Beach. All the Sec 2 went, for the Post Exam Activity thing. We were supposed to build sandcastles. Or rather, sculptures with sand. Our group, that is, Me, Dan, Mardi, Susu, Azie, Suzie, Noriz, Vionna and Grace T., decided on Mermaid. Our group's sculpture was unique, and we had fun doing it. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, I was picked for Student Leader thingy. Camp.. 9 to 11 November. Zzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112988826809961157?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112988826809961157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112988826809961157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112988826809961157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112988826809961157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun-day.html' title='A FuN dAy'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112918834465201003</id><published>2005-10-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:25:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God..</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very panicky and very anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those words are not strong enough to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of end of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school end of year AND my religious class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112918834465201003?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112918834465201003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112918834465201003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112918834465201003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112918834465201003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-god.html' title='Oh God..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112893969017886091</id><published>2005-10-10T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:21:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 types of people who annoy me</title><content type='html'>1. People who point at their wrist while asking the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too".&lt;br /&gt;Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look".&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?".&lt;br /&gt;No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stared at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"....&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'.&lt;br /&gt;Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short".&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?".&lt;br /&gt;If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112893969017886091?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112893969017886091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112893969017886091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112893969017886091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112893969017886091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/9-types-of-people-who-annoy-me.html' title='9 types of people who annoy me'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112884297323967404</id><published>2005-10-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:15:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShoppinG For Hari RayA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmmph I asked my sis to let me use the laptop, she told me, 'in a while". And I waited 5 HOURS before she let me use. Is that called A WHILE?? Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway, yesterday I went to the Bazaar at Geylang with my mum at about 7.45. The night was till young and it wasn't too crowded. Thank GOD! We searched for clothes for us. I didn't see anything interesting. Not much there. Last year's stock had more variety of clothes. I saw some nice white &lt;em&gt;baju kebaya&lt;/em&gt;.. But it gets too dirty easily. We looked around first. It's wiser that way. What happens when you see one you like, buy that for 100 bucks plus, and found a nicer one for half the price later? By the time It's sooo nothing much, so I asked my mum if we can go to 2nd Chance or whatever that mall is called, and looked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh nothing much also. But there is one shop that caught my attention. There was this 3 white &lt;em&gt;kebaya&lt;/em&gt;, it was so glam. Hahahah looked a bit like weeding gowns. Next time I get married I know where to buy my clothes. Hahaha.. Then it will be Malay tradition plus the western one.. lalalala. Nothing much, then we went back. That's when I saw a huge crowd entering the doors of the mall. Whoah lucky we got there early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wanted to go to Joo Chiat Complex, but then not long after, my mum had bad leg cramps. She had to stay on that spot for sometime. Lucky it was at the roadside and not in the bazaar. If not the people will just push her. Poor mama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she needed an istonic drink, so we looked out for H20.. Then, before going back, we searched for some foodstuff. Can't find anything nice, and we kept going in big circles. Zzz.. And I thought she was supposed to rest her legs.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally FINALLY we took the bus home. We took 61... Then I saw a little bug on the floor. At least, I thought it was a bug. That was before I saw a bigger bug.. A bigger bug which was actually baby cockroach. I pointed this out to my mum, and that's when I realised there's MORE. Much much more! God. They were all over the place, climbing here and there, as well as crawling on the floor. Me and my mum carried out legs up all the way to our stop.. lol.. If my sister was there, she would probably alight at the next stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took the lift up and I saw on the wall of the lift: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"John&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Irwan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol my mum went, "What is this?" I told her there was another message near our staircase. She said, "Ya that one is 'Irwan fuck Suhaila' right. This one is 'John fuck Lily. They keep saying each other, why not write 'John fuck Irwan'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LMAO she actually said the f-word like she said it everyday. AHAHAHA Who knew?? LOL I burst out laughing at her suggestion. John fuck Irwan. Hahahaha what gayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112884297323967404?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112884297323967404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112884297323967404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112884297323967404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112884297323967404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping-for-hari-raya.html' title='ShoppinG For Hari RayA'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112874454108696601</id><published>2005-10-08T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:11:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>Wee! Okay mission accomplished; I'm done with Fana's and Yana's blogskins. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Fana's. Click to enlarge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/fanaa.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/fanaa.jpg" width="406" height="355"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's Yana's. Click to enlarge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanaa.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanaa.jpg" width="486" height="326"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalalala.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I can manage to keep this blogskin til at least December at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112874454108696601?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112874454108696601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112874454108696601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112874454108696601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112874454108696601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112868510096709648</id><published>2005-10-07T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:38:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS:</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I miss the fun at Gerald's house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112868510096709648?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112868510096709648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112868510096709648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112868510096709648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112868510096709648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/ps.html' title='PS:'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112868334204126765</id><published>2005-10-07T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:10:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I screwed up.</title><content type='html'>Oh I totally screwed up today, for Science and Malay. Especially Science. I hate knowing that I wasted marks on carelessness. There was this question I wrote the correct answer. At first.. Then I went to change it. Argh! Then there was this question, about contraction. I didn't read properly!! If not I could have gotten correct!! And another question, I crossed out C cuz it's wrong.... and I put C as my answer.. Need more? Okay, how about I didn't read this question properly, it said "Which of the following will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; take place..." NOT. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my god. So another mark wasted. Hmm lets see, diffusion of photosynthesis. When plants photosynthesise, carbon dioxide is taken IN and oxygen OUT right?? Duh everybody knows that/ But guess what? I wrote down carbon dioxide is taken OUT and oxygen IN instead. And FINALLY (thank God, if not I will have no marks left), the last question about the food chain. I didn't read properly also. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many marks I lost? You do your math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&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/6769415-112868334204126765?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112868334204126765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112868334204126765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112868334204126765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112868334204126765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-screwed-up.html' title='I screwed up.'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112857806408369990</id><published>2005-10-06T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:15:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HatE ExaMs!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, fist off, sorry I haven't been updating. Nothing much to blog about. Except exams. And who wants to read about boring old exams? Certainly not me. But I want to blog about it all of a sudden. So buzz off, it's just my boring rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and History was yesterday. Oh my god Maths is soo hard! It will be a miracle if I pass. ARGH!! It was a disaster!! I know if Miss Ho set I can score better because she like algebra, and she trained me hard on those algebra chapters. ARGH!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO GET B FOR MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya, I forgot to mention I got streamed into 3E4/3E5 instead of 3E3 ^^ And I hope I will be able to get to 3E5!! Insyaallah.. And I don't want to go back to 3E3. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about History. Well it's managable. Kinda hard also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Malay Paper 1 and Geography. My Malay is crap, so I will be totally shocked if I get high for it. Geography is quite easy! I hope I can get at least a B. I need all the high marks I can get to go 3E5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASE SEMUA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112857806408369990?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112857806408369990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112857806408369990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112857806408369990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112857806408369990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-exams.html' title='I HatE ExaMs!!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112806809521807720</id><published>2005-09-30T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:16:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to visit my relative after school. Her daughter gave birth few weeks back and babies are cute, so I decided to follow my mum. If it wasn't for the baby I wouldn't come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is called Nur Aldinni or something like that. I've forgotten &gt;&lt; She is soo small and delicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute ain't she?? Say no and I'll wring your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went to Geylang wetmarket. I saw turtle eggs being sold. 5 for 5 bucks. Expensive. No wonder cuz they smuggle them. Long time no eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum was buying some stuff at the hawker center. I was just sitting down quietly when this chinese lady asked me, "How's your grandmother?" I was so taken aback. I searched her face for some signs of recognisation, but I couldn't place her anywhere! I told my mum afterwards, she said she think it's one of the nurses that took care of my granma &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we went back to Eunos and I saw this big spectacle shop with trendy frames. I asked my mum to take a look, and the guy from the shop thinks I'm those little 5-year-old girls wearing pink frocks. He keep handing me these small round pink spectacle frames. In the end I found a frame that I like and I proceeded to check my eyesight. He didn't put the lense aligned to my eyes, how am I supposed to see??!?! Then he put my specs in the checking room and told me to go out while he talk bla bla bla. And he forgot about my specs! Sheesh. I'm collecting the specs today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the photo for the NTUC thingy. Don't know what I'm talking about, look at &lt;a href="http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/scholarship-education-grants.html" target=_blank&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/stupid.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/stupid.jpg" width="279" height="185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. Click image to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Sentosa Performance. Fana gave these pics to me this morning. Refer to &lt;a href="http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/performance.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know whatI'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio.jpg" width="342" height="227"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio2.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio2.jpg" width="338" height="227"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio3.jpg target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/trio3.jpg" width="343" height="229"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isalina liked the pose of the lady circle in red &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click images to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoohOo!! Fasting on Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, she touched her asss again several times just now, and looked at her hand... Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112806809521807720?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112806809521807720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112806809521807720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112806809521807720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112806809521807720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112780858098143751</id><published>2005-09-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:11:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I'm eating chocolate ice cream, waiting for Dan to reply me. What he doing sia. Hope not maple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library and borrowed some books, and Mardiana managed to find the 3rd Mediator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he replied! He said he was looking for his red marker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my sister said she kept thinking of School Of Rock. Incidentally, I was thinking of that too in bus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112780858098143751?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112780858098143751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112780858098143751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112780858098143751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112780858098143751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-now-im-eating-chocolate-ice-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112772427838511876</id><published>2005-09-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:44:38.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH SHIT GREAT, my post had been deleted! So I'll just type it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went well. The first thing we did was getting back our Maths papers. I had 28.5/40. I got an A, first time in history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maths, we got back our Geog exam. I got 17/20! Another A!! In Geog, Vincent told us that when Kacang tie her hair, she looks like a tae-kwan-do master. Me and Dan burst out laughing. Miss Fang scolded Danial saying she could hear him laugh, and Dan said it was me. Hmmph of all the nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I was talking to Isalina when I heard a scream beside me.  I was really startled and I let out a shriek too. What only happened was Mardiana's burger fell. -.- Then, at some point of time, Mardiana was talking to me and I wanted to drink my Soya Bean when I realised it was gone. I looked over at Mardiana's side and saw ANOTHER Soya Bean drink. I glared at Mardiana and pointed at her Soya Bean drink. She went, "Oh my God I'm so sorry. eee!" I ended up having to drink HER Soya Bean drink without the straw. I had to drink from the pathetic hole made from the straw. Just like Mardiana grabbing every food and drink in sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some others had to stay back for a while cuz we changed seats. I only moved up one row! Sheesh. The rest kept arguing with her, making her sprout more nonsense and wasting my time. I smartly kept my mouth shut, and in the end Miss Tay said Justin, Kok Pern and me could go first. Score for me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill starts at 5. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112772427838511876?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112772427838511876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112772427838511876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112772427838511876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112772427838511876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh-shit-great-my-post-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112752783704517299</id><published>2005-09-24T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:08:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BlooD iS boiLing</title><content type='html'>This may be a very crude post. I'm not exactly feeling joyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God! She makes my blood boil! Reading her blog, I felt my temper rising. HONESTLY I SWEAR SHE'S THE MOST IGNORANT PERSON I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After skool, met Tay sumwhere near the piano. She wanted 2 c me bout ma hairstyle. She kept on goin You're smart girl...blah blah. I noe I'm a smart girl, so wat? Even if she praise me a gazillion tymz, I will still refuse to tie up ma hair. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serious ah, Tay is really stupid. Then, she asked me if I don't lyk her. I told her the truth, I don't lyk her. She said tat there r ppl who don't lyk her. In ma head, I was lyk, "So you realise!' Then she asked why I don't lyk her. I said tat she's always making stupid jokes n making us do stupid things lyk the friendship activity earlier on. She explainz bout the activity bt I dunno WTF is she talking bout. Actually the real reason why I hate her is bcoz she'z damn irritating [oh sry, irriTAYting]. The mre she explain, the mre I don't understand. I juz pretend 2 understand. Bout ma hair, she said itz the duty of the home teachers n dean 2 remind me to tie up ma hair. She then asked me if I wanna be on her x-mas list or her Halloween list. Whatever list she puts me in, I dun care. She also said tat she didn't wanna be ma enemy, she wanna be ma fren. In ma head, I was lyk 'You want to be my friend? Your head!' Before ending the 'talk' she gave me her hp no. n her email add expecting me to contact her if I have any problems. Like real I want to call her if I got problems. She wanted me 2 stop hating her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH HELLO?!?! It's just your stupid hair! What's the big deal about tying your damn bloody hair?? If you are the most beautiful person with great hair never mind! What, you think your hair is so pretty?? Puh-lease! And what's with the self-praising?? I don't see you being the top of the class! Don't be a self-centered bitch for goodness sake! Stop making an issue of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you should know. Never, ever insult someone else if you are one yourself. Pot calling the kettle black. Irritayting. Oooohh aahh, ha-ha-ha! Umm, hello! At least Miss Tay realises some people don't like her, unlike you! It's good enough that at least SOMEone wants to be your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her whole blog is full of dissing people, looking down her flat nose on them as if she's the most perfect person in the world. Even I don't diss that much! (Apart from this post &gt;&lt; And she deserves it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Miss Tay is not exactly the best person either, but in comparison, Miss Tay seems like a bunny rabbit next to a giant gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've edited this post. It was too crude before &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112752783704517299?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112752783704517299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112752783704517299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112752783704517299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112752783704517299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-blood-is-boiling.html' title='My BlooD iS boiLing'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112746978603357526</id><published>2005-09-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:14:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We starteD of thE daY....</title><content type='html'>with a Lit exam. Total 35 marks. But Miss Tay typed 30. And the number sequence of the questions are 1, 2, 3, 2. How smart. Anyway, the paper was very very very hard. Essay questions. But Muhammad managed to write 3 pages! Or was it 3 papers? Can't remember, but it was bloody long. If I'm Muhammad and I didn't get 30 and above, I'm going to bash her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lit was Art. And guess what we have to draw. Peanuts! Of all things! It's part of End of Year exam. Somehow, when I look at all those peanuts, I felt a shudder down my spine. For some reason. Maybe because I associate peanuts with Kacang, or whatever. I told Miss Tay, "Ee Miss Tay, I don't like peanuts!" She asked me, "Why? Are you allergic to peanuts?" I told her no. "Er a little bit," I added after an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really! Of all things! "Obsevational Sketches Of Nut" It even sounds stupid. Who would want tot observe nuts?!? Nuts are meant to be eaten! Danial put the nut in my ear. Urgh disgusting. I managed to put in two nuts in Danial's shirt. Wahaha! But anyway, why can't we draw something nicer?? Like.. like.. Butterflies? Little insects fluttering by.. Okay yea, it probrably wouldn't be a nice move to get everyone a butterfly specimen. Just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then Kacang got scolded bacuse of her hair. She didn't tie her hair. And when she talked to Miss Tay, she actually FLICKED her hair! Urgh! Gross! I got goosebumbs looking at her do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then it was recess time. Weee! I was very hungry today for some reason. But I couldn't finish my mash potatoes. I felt.. bloated for some reason. Anyway after recss was moral education. Miss Tay printed out this 2 articles about blogging. About this 2 cases of racist comments. The title of one of the articles was "Blogging without Fear" and smart-ass Vincent liquid off the F in 'fear'. So it looked like Blogging without Ear. Miss Tay saw and was highly irritated. She ticked him off, which she does every single day, telling him to "get a life." LOL nice. First time I heard Miss Tay giving good 'advice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cheng Wai did a very disgusting thing. He smelt his armpit. This cause an uproar in the class and Vincent got scolded for laughing too much. Or was it someone else? Can't remember. Later Dan told me he was imitating Kacang. Was he?? I know she smells her ass, but her armpit??? Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Malay exam. Aaah!! The paper was very very hard! Okay fine, what's new. Anything to do with Malay is hard. But I want to get 30 plus over 50! &gt;.&lt; Then it was History. Urgh boring! Mr Sim keeps droning on and on, it's hard to pay attention! Then the bell rang, signalling school dismissal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112746978603357526?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112746978603357526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112746978603357526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112746978603357526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112746978603357526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-started-of-day.html' title='We starteD of thE daY....'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112730185629392691</id><published>2005-09-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:49:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tOdAy..</title><content type='html'>Things went on to usual. Have lots of homework, which I doubt I can finish in time tmr. I still have to study for Maths, Science and Geog exam. Which is tomorrow. All three. Pretty screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dan stayed back to do our Art project. We did it in class. The guys, as usual, was there playing cards. I remembered I brought 1 packet of bubblegum, so I decided to chew one. Danial wanted one, but he changed his mind when I told him it's watermelon flavour. I flashed him a, "I knew it," look, which is a bad idea. He proceeded to wheedle, saying he changed his mind. I told him I only brought 1. He said, "Yah, one packet," or something around those lines. He was correct, but I wasn't going to tell him that. So surpressing a smile, I insisted that I only have 1. Hey! It was my only bar okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the school janitor wanted to lock up the room. So me and Danial went to the library. I HAD TO MISS SAIL!! AAHH! Ok, anyway, there's no one for me to go with. I asked the kindest person of the class, aka Vincent, to help me take extra worksheet for me if he can, and he obliged. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, Me and Danial went to the library, only to be greeeted with no spare table for us. So we proceeded down to the canteen, and Danial don't want to do there, as "there is a lot of bird shit on the tables." So I suggested the fitness corner. At first he complained it was too hot there, but in the end he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reaching there, Danial proceeded to lie on the dirty ground, and I saw some shit on his pants. In turned out to be the skin of a peanut. EWWWWWW! He sat on kacang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started our work. We took a lot of breaks, playing the monkey bar. I could do everything. I was kinda surprised, I hadn't practice monkey bars for quite a long time. Danial couldn't do. -.- It was kinda comical the way he swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point of time, my Bandong drink spilled, and not long after, a lot of ants were there. And I mean A LOT. At least 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to go home at 4.45. Because Danial have a bad urge to shit. So I helped him pack his bag. He couldn't bend down, later he release his shit. I haven't done packing when he cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; anymore. So he ran all the way to the toilet. I helped carry his bag to the canteen. On the way, his tie dropped but I didn't realise it. So we have to go and retrace my steps to find his tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I can't find the bloody curved ruler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112730185629392691?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112730185629392691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112730185629392691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112730185629392691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112730185629392691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-today.html' title='So tOdAy..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112720395648644722</id><published>2005-09-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:35:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.&lt;br /&gt;From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/private.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.&lt;br /&gt;And while you like attention, you value your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-c.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to notice the big things in life...&lt;br /&gt;But the details aren't exactly your forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Chinese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/chinese.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? You shouldn't be - Chinese is perfect for an ambitious person like you.&lt;br /&gt;You're a natural entrepreneur, and a billion people are waiting to do business with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Beetle Convertible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/beetle-convertible.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, funky, and a little bit euro.&lt;br /&gt;You love your summers to be full of style and sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woohoo! A Convertible is my dream car! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer&lt;br /&gt;Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 58% Addicted to Blogthings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cbf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/blog-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Blogthings fiend - addicted but not totally dependent.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you know your personality type by heart?&lt;br /&gt;And while you may feel like Blogthings is crack...&lt;br /&gt;There are people much worse off than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/"&gt;How Addicted To Blogthings Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fffafa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others.&lt;br /&gt;You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;You are essentially a content person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior.&lt;br /&gt;You are moral by your own standards.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Most a kinda true I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112720395648644722?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112720395648644722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112720395648644722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112720395648644722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112720395648644722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112713065104096931</id><published>2005-09-19T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:50:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss YoU</title><content type='html'>Liz stared at the sleeping figure on the bed. Her cousin, Diana, looked so pale and frail. Looking at her made her feel frightened and lonely. Liz looked around the room. Sunlight poured in through the windows, making the room bright and cheery. There was also bright-coloured flowers, sent by relatives. Liz, however, did not feel at all cheerful. How could she? Her cousin had cancer. Her days were numbered. A tear rolled down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz could not believe that it was only a month ago when everything was normal. She remembered her cousin's laughter and her warm smile. Liz smiled slightly as she remembered the fun they had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was her favourite cousin. Liz had no family, and it was Diana's family that welcomed her with open arms. They treated her like she was also a part of the family. Liz grew up with Diana, and Diana was not only a cousin to her. She is also her best friend and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Miss? You have to go now. Visiting hours are over," a nurse smiled sympathetically at Liz, shattering all her thoughts. Liz got up and took a last glace at Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10 at night, and Liz was getting ready to sleep. A phone rang, and Diana's father answered it. Liz could only hear murmurs. After some time, Diana's father came into her room and told her quietly, "We're going away. Diana had just passed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz could only stare numbly. She was too shocked to register what Diana's father had just said. I had prepared for the worst, but I had no idea it was going to be so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried to the hospital by tax. Diana's mother was sobbing hysterically, and looking at her, a sob caught in Liz's throat. I was going to miss Diana, but I have to accept the fact that she's gone from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112713065104096931?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112713065104096931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112713065104096931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112713065104096931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112713065104096931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss YoU'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112694302858347913</id><published>2005-09-17T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:43:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaVe a Ride?</title><content type='html'>My grandmother went home today.  The ambulance brought us home. My sis didn't want to sit in the back with me. It was later when I know why. It was bumpy. And it didn't help that I was sitting facing the back of the ambulance. It was kinda like a roller coaster ride. No kidding. And on our way back, my sis caught the mad man looking at us. Oh no! Now really have to avoid him at all cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want to watch Monster In Law. Will update again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112694302858347913?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112694302858347913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112694302858347913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112694302858347913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112694302858347913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-ride.html' title='HaVe a Ride?'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112687856228169557</id><published>2005-09-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:49:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry haven't been updating. Had no time. Anyway there's this crazy man living upstairs. He is always banging and shouting at his parents and whatever. I think he should get his head checked. I pity his elderly parents. His mother will always smile and wave at me everytime I walked past their house. However, I will always constrain myself from waving back whenever I see the man there. Yesterday, when I was walking home, I saw that man heading towards me. I avoided looking at him, but when we passed each other, he said to me, "Your (grand?)parents are the medical one right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he said parents, butI couldn't be too sure. Anyway i plastered this fake smile and went, "Ah ya ya ya." Then he said, "Eh very cool ah." I faked a laugh in response, then I walked away hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY COOL! HE ACTUALLY SAID VERY COOL! What did he meant by "very cool" huh? Did he think it's funny, being shuttled back and forth to the hospital, or does he wish his poor parents were in hospital too? And just the other day I saw him banging on the refrigerator. I swear man, he's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother. I ate lunch at the hospital's kopitiam with my sister. After finish eating, my sister saw a crowd outside the kopitiam. They looked like they were shooting a show. So me and my sister busybodied our way there. We saw this girl acting as a patient, and a guy beside her. He always act but i don't know his name. Chinese show. Should be. Finally we decided to go back to my grandmother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I went to the Visitor's Lounge. Then this auntie asked me to buy for her a coke. using her money of course. She don't know how to use the machine I think, and she only understand basic English. And when I said basic, I mean REALLY basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there's 2 options, Coke with ice and without. So I asked her which one she wanted. She replied, "Coke coke." So in the end I chose the one with ice. When the drink was still dispensing, she asked me, "Ok?" I told her, "Wait wait," in Mandarin, and she went, "Oh ok." When it's ready, I told her. She thanked me and drank her Coke happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, before I can even sit down, this Malay auntie called out to me, "Eh girl girl! How to make the coffee stronger? It's so bitter!" URGH! What am I?? The vending machine girl?!?! I told her to press the options, "More Sugar", "More Cream", "More ?" And she pressed More Cream and Less Cream. -.- Her eyesight something wrong. I didn't point that out. Then she tasted the drink and told me, "There cannot drink. So bitter!" Then there's this lady who wanted to buy a drink also. Then the Malay auntie complained to her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she took out more money and tried again. This time she pressed the correct button. Tasting it, she seemed satisfied and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112687856228169557?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112687856228169557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112687856228169557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112687856228169557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112687856228169557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112644146339646909</id><published>2005-09-11T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:24:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS:</title><content type='html'>Oh yea, I forgot to mention there was this freaking kid who kept kicking my chair throughout the ceremony. When I turned and glared at him, he stopped. Then I turned around again, only to have my chair kicked again. Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112644146339646909?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112644146339646909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112644146339646909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112644146339646909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112644146339646909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/ps.html' title='PS:'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112640495734333090</id><published>2005-09-11T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:15:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship &amp; Education Grants</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to the NTUC Marina 1 Boulevard to collect my hundred bucks. There were a lot of students there. The guest of honor is Mr Seng Han Thong, NTUC Assistant Secretary General and MP for Ang Mo Kio GRC, whoever he is. So anyway, before the ceremony start, they were screening I Not Stupid. Sad show. And the song didn't help either. Anyway, it started at 4 plus. It was supposed to start at 4, but Mr Seng arrived late. So we had to stand when he arrived, and then he gave a boring speech, followed by the Mandarin translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ceremony begin. There was only 1 Haig Girls student and 1 Pasirian. Anyway, I waited a bloody boring 3 long hours. Just for a hundred bucks. IT was so boring, I smsed Mardiana. She was kind enough to entertain me although she was doing maths. Apparently stuck at question 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point of time, they announced my name. "Norhazwani Hamdan" My head shot up and I squinted at the stage. But these two ushers were blocking my view. So I stood up and craned my neck. I saw another girl there. If I'm not wrong she's a chinese. Apparently a mix-up. How many girl have the exact same name as me huh?? I had a big shock &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I continued smsing Mardiana. I was freezing cold; I could barely type. FINALLY, the usher told me to queue up beside the stage. And the usher &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; had difficulty finding my name on the list. But in the end she found it. Lucky they announced my name right when I went up on stage. I shook Mr Seng's hand, smiled at the camera with my hands on the envelope, two flashes, then I went down  stage again. See! So fast! And I had to wait 3 stupid long hours for that! If I got 1000 bucks, now that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to the exit. There was a some sort of a "tunnel" there that leads back to the auditorium. When I went there, this girl presented me this envelope addressed to dunno who. A chinese girl. She went, "Eh" and took back the envelope and searched for my name. Zzz. Oh yea, the envelopes they gave out during the stage was blank and empty. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I wanted to leave after that but they didn't let me. Said it's going to finish soon. And it did. So apparently I was one of the last to get it. Ugh. Sucks. Well anyway, the pics will be up soon in the Ntuc website. I also dunno where. can't be bothered to write down the addy. But when I get it I'll try and put it up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112640495734333090?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112640495734333090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112640495734333090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112640495734333090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112640495734333090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/scholarship-education-grants.html' title='Scholarship &amp; Education Grants'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112580489882294511</id><published>2005-09-04T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:45:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PerFormanCe</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, us choir had a performance at the Musical Fountain at Sentosa. Just like last year. Anyway, me, Fana and Yana planned to meet at Guardian at 1. Fana arrived first, for the first time in her life, but it doesn't count. Wahahaha, because she had Maths remedial beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fana said that Yana went out of her house 12.30. But it was a few past 1. -.- And it was only a 15 minutes ride from her house to the school. So anyway, we went in Guardian to browse some cosmetics. By the time we went out, Fana's wrist is full of lipsticks and lipgloss which she tested on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1.15 then and still no sign of Yana. We decided to go to TM; I wanted to buy hair band. Then there was this Body Shop expendition outside TM. Fana wanted to go and browse, so we did. She bought a blusher/skin bronzer, which costs 20 bucks I think. Then I felt my handphone vibrating, it was Yana calling. She asked me where were we and I told her. Before long, she joined us. It was 1.30 then. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were late for choir. Lucky they didn't leave without us. So before long, we on the bus, on the way to Sentosa. WOW THE BUS IS DAMN COLD. You've got to be kidding. Honestly, I was boiling in a frying pan. Haven't they heard of air-con?? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reach there, bla bla bla. To keep a long story short, it was time for the performance. Oh yea, before that, we had to make up. LOL Fana's eyeshadow. Like Chinese Opera!! LOL Miss Seow looked at Fana, and double take. She looked a bit taken aback, and she went, " Wah Farhanah. So dramatic ah your makeup." Haha jokes. So anyway, The other school singing was Pierce Secondary. Last year was MacRitchie Secondary. Anyway, we went first. It was kinda ok, except for the last song, when the music stopped when we were singing. We didn't stop though, so I guess that's gotta count for something. It was not bad, except that we kept going faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it ended. So we went back to the bleachers but it was packed and people were sitting on our place. So we had to squeeze among ourselves in order to sit. We sat one row down from our original seat. And the people behind us keep talking about Fana and me. At one point, this guy tapped Fana on her shoulder and talked to her in Chinese with some hand gestures. When Fana said politely, "Sorry I don't speak Chinese," the guy laughed and pointed a finger at her, as if she said something funny. He acts.. kinda creepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we watched the Pierce Secondary sing. When they sing, they sounded like the choir from &lt;em&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/em&gt;. And the last song, they had two solo. One was a guy, a Brian look-a-like (excpt that this guy is younger) , and other is a girl. When Brian look-a-like sang, we three looked at each other, which jaws dropped. OMG he sang like Piere Morhange from &lt;em&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/em&gt;!!! It was so nice!! And he can sing the high notes too! But he was too nervous and his voice shook. Which is a pity. Damn I'll have to watch &lt;em&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/em&gt; again. I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, anyway, we went home after that. In the bus, I noticed that Yan Jie kept looking blankly ahead and not moving at all. For a long time. And I mean it when I said for a long time. Then, at some point of time, Benny looked back at me, with his mouth opened. I looked at him silently, then, pointing at Yan Jie, Benny mouthed something with gestures. My eyes grew big and my jaws dropped this time. Same with Yana and Fana. Apparently Yan Jie is sleeping with his eyes open. LOL!!! Benny waved a hand in front of Yan Jie's face and he didn't react. He continued to stare blankly ahead, unblinkingly. LOL JOKES! We joked that he would make a good security guard. He can sleep on the job, but no one will know! And that he can win in a competition for who can open their eyes without blinking the longest. Haha jokes sia. Yan Jie doesn't fail to crack anyone up, unintentionally. And the fact that he brought home 16 bottles of mineral water and 3 containers of rice adds to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached home at 9 and slept at 9.45. Lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos of Fana and Yana. Miss Seow took some pictures of us, hope she sends them to Fana.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/fana.jpg" alt="Fana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhanah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yana.jpg" alt="Yana" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suryana..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112580489882294511?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112580489882294511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112580489882294511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112580489882294511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112580489882294511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/performance.html' title='PerFormanCe'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112570929759438995</id><published>2005-09-03T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:35:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPS:</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that yesterday, He Wei took a spoilt chair. The seat is loose, and me, Dan and Mardiana watched him take a seat. He nearly fall and we laughed. But Mardiana burst out laughing SO LOUD! Miss Ho turned and looked more bad-tempered. That was scary. Trust Mardiana to do that.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea the guys told us that Jing Feng managed to squeeze through the narrow window in the classroom. Impressive. Mardiana told me it's no wonder; his butt so flat. LOL. Gerald told me that the first time he tried, he didn't remove his bag and his butt got stuck, and the second time he tried without his bag was a success. lol cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112570929759438995?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112570929759438995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112570929759438995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112570929759438995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112570929759438995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/pps.html' title='PPS:'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112566075000293348</id><published>2005-09-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:35:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaughTeR dAy</title><content type='html'>Today was laughter day. Honestly. Laughed all day long. Let's start from the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I woke up at 6 as usual, and got ready at 6.30. When I was going down by the staircase, I stepped on something and heard a very loud &lt;em&gt;crunch&lt;/em&gt;. I turned around and looked down, to see a cockroach permanently stuck onto the ground. Apparently I stepped on it's head, and the head is the only part of it that is stuck onto the ground. It's legs are scrambling wildly, trying to get up and scuttle away. Despite its efforts, though, it's permanently leeched to the ground. Ugh it was so gross. I could actually &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the crack beneath my shoe! Even my sister, who was quite some way behind me, heard the crack and told me, "I was wondering what the sound was," or something along those lines anyway. Lucky there wasn't and bits and pieces stuck onto my shoe. Ugh gross gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya talking about my sister, she cut her hair!! Short bob! She cut at &lt;em&gt;Reds&lt;/em&gt;. Banyak duit die! See la she cut so much nicer. Neater also, without the tangles that were impossible to untangle, and without those unruly waves that made her looks like someone from the Mental Instituition or something. I wonder how long she's going to keep her hair nice though. Oh ya, she told me the hairdresser keep scolding her and lecturing her because of her badly-kept hair. Haha jokes! Must be pleasant to her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. The fun started in Mother tongue lesson, started by Farhanah. I produced a blank paper and she wanted to draw. We had fun laughing at her drawings, which are not meant to be funny. During History I showed Danial and, referring to the second drawing (the drawing that has thick awful lips), "Eee! Anita Serawak ke ape ni!" LOL ANITA SERAWAK! HAHAHAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha now Isalina is also reading The Mediator. Hahaha one person referred a book, others also read. Wow. Those who don't read that is missing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway, I wanted to photocopy &lt;em&gt;Karyaku&lt;/em&gt;, after school, but the tiniest problem was that the bookshop was closed and I badly need to photocopy a story from that book, for m homework. So I have to go out to photocopy at the photo shop. Oh yes, another problem. It was raining. It was drizzling before we went out of school, but I decided to borrow Suryana's umbrella. Smart move, because we were barely out of the school when it started raining heavily. So I opened Suryana's umbrella, to find that the handle is so short! I tugged some more but it still didn't budge. The umbrella looked kinda comical, so unpropotionate, and I just had to laugh. Still laughing, I showed Farhanah the umbrella. She laughed too and she tried tugging, but had the same outcome and me. We laughed so hard it was hard to control the umbrella. We laughed all the way to the photo shop. We laughed so so hard that I my stomach hurts and Mardiana accidentally squirt out pee! LOL jokes. To be honest I also felt like peeing. Hahaha that was the hardest I've laughed I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, Farhanah went to meet her sister and, after photo copying, me and Mardiana went back to school, and I accidentally stepped on a puddle. So our feet got drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went back to class. It was only 1 and we had maths at 2.30. Surprisingly no one is in class. I expected some of the boys in.... Anyway we did some stuff to pass the time. We were outside the classroom when I saw Vincent and gang, heading back towards the class. I asked Mardiana, "You want to scare them?" She obliged. We hid in a bend, and we heard them talking and laughing, coming nearer and nearer. Then.... "Aahhrrrrgghhh!" Mardiana leapt out with a yell. Hilariously, Vincent leapt back and yelled. It wasn't a short startled yell either. It was more of a "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" kind of a yell, with dropped jaws in action. To complete this, his hand was also in a weird posture. It was damn funny I tell you! Me and Mardiana doubled up laughing hard. Vincent is the only one of the 4 who reacted. The other three merely looked at us. So now Vincent is known as the Sissy Boy, by Mardiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we, namely me and Mardiana, went to out Mother tongue room to chill out. Mardiana was talking about something when she saw Bi Jie. Then Bi Jie tried to hide in between the doors of the classroom. Too late, Mardiana saw him, and then she saw something peculiar too. She saw someone's stomach bulging out of a bend. It turned out to be Vincent, who hid there, no doubt to scare US back. Haha too bad he didn't suceed. Anyway, even if Mardiana did not see his big fat stomach, how long is he going to stand there anyway? We weren't done chilling yet! But he could stand as long as he want anyway, his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a couple of repeated announcements to vacate the new block as the Sec 4 or 5 were have listening compre examinations. We ignored the announcement, as we were supposed to have th maths remedial. Anyway, then we went down and and met Jia Hui and gang. Then we went up to class together. Then, a couple of teachers, who were at the first floor, no less, stopped us. Me and Mardiana were already at the 3rd level, and were blocked from view, while the rest couldn't hide. I made a run for it, and Mardiana followed suit. We ran to class and packed our bags and went down, to go up again to ICT Room, where the maths remedial was held ( Ms Ho changed the venue last minute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Miss Ho was in a bad mood. I entered and the door closed behind me by itself. And it banged. And Miss Ho told me, "Don't bang the door" and positively glared at me. Anyway, Danial bought some M&amp;amp;Ms, and guessed who eat like about, 6/7 of it? If you guessed Mardiana, you are so right. Typical her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be the longest post I've ever typed. Oh well, my sister has been waiting impatiently since just now, so yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, PS: Suryana's umbrella can be pulled down some more... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112566075000293348?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112566075000293348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112566075000293348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/09/laughter-day.html' title='LaughTeR dAy'/><author><name>haz h</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769415.post-112548191847833941</id><published>2005-08-31T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:55:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TeachEr's DaY CeleBraTioN</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Teacher's Day today. How low-class; the lower secondary have to watch the concert in the canteen on the projector, connected to some video recorder upstairs, in the hall, where the concert was held, and where the upper secondary was watching. It was kinda boring, and the sound coming from the projector did not help. Furthermore, me and Mardiana were damn thirsty. During the concert, we went to the stall to buy drinks. There were plenty of students there too. The first time while we were queing for our drinks, Ms Ang shooed everyone away. The second time it was Mr Tan. Can't we &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; get comfy when watching the tiny screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's how I started my day. I was in my father's taxi, almost reaching the school when Mardiana called. She told me to wait for her outside the school to help her carry the cake. While waiting, Suryana arrived on her father's scooter. She waited outside with me for Mardiana. Finally she came, and I helped her carry the cake. Then we have a small problem. How to keep the cake cold until it was time to eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a chocolate sponge cake, coated by pink and white cream. It was really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/HappyTeachersDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/TeacherCake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's blue because of the low quality by the way. Anyway, the camera phone did not managed to capture the beauty of the cake (Duh what do you expect?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, -- I don't know whose idea this was -- but we asked the drink stall aunty to help us keep in the refrigerator. Lucky for us, she obliged. So we went to assemble in the parade square and did our usual routine; saying the Pledge and singing the National Anthem. After that we were to dance the Merengue and Cha Cha dance. LOL before the dance I noticed that He Wei's left shoe had a blotch of brown colour stuff that looked like shit. I pointed this out and me and Mardiana laughed hard, while he went to the grass patch to clean it off. At first I partnered with Gerald, and we stood and did nothing. Then Mardiana danced with me and we played a fool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms Lim danced with a student with a long neck.. And she seemed to be enjoying the dance with him, with a BIG smile on her face. -.- -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya so after that, we went to the canteen to watch the concert. On the small projector screen, no less. It was a long time before it started. When it was about to finish, we opened the Pringles and Lays potato chips, and me and Mardiana served everyone (who paid the class fund) drinks. Ice cream soda. Wooh! Nice! After the concert, it was time to cut the cake! But not when the teachers are missing. So Mardiana and Suryana went to search for the missing teachers. They can only find Mdm Zulaiha, so she cut the cake. Weeee I got the cherries and a peach! Lalala~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it tasted like a typical cake. But it was nice all the same. Then me and Suryana were eating the cake, when Jodie held up a finger full of the cream. She cried, "Miss Tay! Let me to your face!" and Miss Tay went, "Aaaaahh!" and nearly lie down on the bench to avoid Jodie's fingers. Jodie put her finger away, and Miss Tay sat back up, only to be threatened again by Jodie's finger. This time she went, "Jodie! Don't! Aaaaaahhh!" and banged on the two boys sitting behind her as a result of avoiding contact with Jodie's creamy finger. It was kinda funny. Should have recorded it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I didn't go back to my primary school. I have not even visited it once after I got in Secondary School....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112548191847833941?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112548191847833941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112548191847833941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112548191847833941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112548191847833941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='TeachEr&apos;s DaY CeleBraTioN'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112547472581241169</id><published>2005-08-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:52:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH???</title><content type='html'>DID I HEAR WRONGLY OR WAS IT REALLY THREE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED??? WTF?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112547472581241169?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112547472581241169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112547472581241169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112547472581241169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112547472581241169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/huh.html' title='HUH???'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112540152194582246</id><published>2005-08-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:01:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yak yaK yaKiTTy yAk</title><content type='html'>Pretty rushed this week. Yesterday was like, the day of stupidity. And I'm constantly surrounded by people who have runny nose. Namely Dan. He keeps blowing his nose and looking at his snot. Which is chendol in colour by the way. Vincent was way disgusted. Lol. Yet he himself is sniffing away. -.- Vincent then stupidly imitated the sound of Dan's blowing nose, and &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; snot nearly splashed out. LOL splashed out... Nice phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were talking about book spines. Because I took great care of not spoiling my new books' spines, but too bad. Suryana spoilt my new wonderful book. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vincent, out of stupidity AGAIN, keep pulling his last page of his disgusting Penguin Reader's book, 'Four Weddings and a Funeral,' saying, "It won't spoil one &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And then it tore, and he went, "Er actually it just did." We three had a great laugh over these. Vincent has a chance of becoming a comedian for his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These was during CME period, and Mdm Yuslin took over as Miss Tay didn't come. She somehow have a humongus grudge against our class. But I don't blame her entirely either. Who woudn't hate our ill-disciplined class? AAaAaHH I so miss 1E2.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for recess with Mardiana; Suryana was helping out for the choir fund raising stuff. So anyway, Mardiana was eating her sandwich, and at the same time talking with all her might, and some of her scraps flew from her mouth to my leg. Ugh. It went so far somemore. We laughed and laughed. Then the second time, as she was taking a bite from her sandwich when it somehow dropped from her bite. As quick as lightning, she pushed it in mid-air to her lap. Lucky save. Wah wah wah quick reflexes &lt;em&gt;seh&lt;/em&gt;! The third time, she was chewing one whole chunk of bread, when somehow, all the pieces fell out of her mouth. We laughed non-stop, and my stomach really hurts and I had difficulty breathing. It was just the thing that would happen to Mardiana isn't it??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after choir, at the traffic light, I was talking to Farhanah, and dunno why, she began crossing the road! I absentmindedly followed her. Then there was a loud honk, and Farhanah was so surprised and embarrassed! Lol jokes sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Suryana went big rounds to find a cake shop that sells good cakes. We went to Value to search for stuff, then went to Century Square for Angie The Choice. When we stepped in CS, Farhanah told us that Angie's Choice closed down. -.- -.- -.- -.- Then Farhanah went home while we went round and round just for a stupid cake shop. In the end I called Mardiana, and wasting my phone bill, when she finally said she will order from her neighbourhood shop. -.- -.- -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about today. Nothing much happened, except that I volunteered to help out to sell the choir fund-raising thing. We're going to an inter-national competition in December and we will have to raise at least a thousand plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down 10 minutes before recess, which is mother toungue period. We set up the stuff, and before long, people start buying. We sold everything by the time recess ended! Which is way surprising! So we ate after our recess are over, in other words, during the upper sec recess. For the first time in Secondary school, I ate a proper meal during recess. It was kinda fun being late for lessons. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Maths remedial after school today, then I went to Shop N Save to buy the cups, napkin and fork for tomorrow's party. I had to use my money first because there wasn't sufficient money in the class fund. Hmmmmpphhhh nice class spirit. All the boys don't want to pay up. Gerald is the first kind soul to pay the class fund. Either that or he really want to eat the cake. Hahaha joking joking. JUST NICE SEH THE TOTAL PRICE. 5 cents more and my wallet will be empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lenny and her sister there also. She saw me but pretended not to. Then I bought my stuff and saw her again, queing up. This time I went up to her and said hi. She muttered back a 'hi' and looked away. Sheesh. She is so polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went home! Weee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112540152194582246?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112540152194582246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112540152194582246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112540152194582246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112540152194582246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/yak-yak-yakitty-yak.html' title='Yak yaK yaKiTTy yAk'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112519733332046264</id><published>2005-08-28T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:48:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAhhH</title><content type='html'>For that made e first time in history, I completed my homework by Saturday, and also packed my bag then. It made me feel good, not having to worry about homework, like I usually do. I finally understand graphs, thanks to Dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in religious class, was fun! Cuz the teacher didn't come, and to the class delight, who should replace her but our favourite "microphone" teacher, as my friend called him. Everyone like him cuz he's funny and doesn't make the class boring. Why are all the relief teachers the one that is fun?! Hmmmphh! Anyway, the one and a half hour flew by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and Sharifah told me that Kathleen, from Haig Girls' and CHIJ KC, acts in Whizzes of the Void Deck in Kids Central! I was so surprised, and I wondered why I didn't recognize her before when I first saw her, which is a few months back when I saw the show in TV Mobile when I took the bus to school!! I reached home at about 9.55, and since the show ends at 10, I managed to see her on TV, and I saw, this time with utmost observance, indeed it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I wonder why all my friends are on TV lately.. First it was Shanaz (even though she's just on some dumb ad on Kids Central), now it's Kath.. I wonder if Si Jie is still acting. I remember enjoying watching her act when she was in her younger years of primary school. Damn pro. Act in Channel 8 some more. Better than Kids Central....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112519733332046264?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112519733332046264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112519733332046264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112519733332046264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112519733332046264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/aaahhh.html' title='AAAhhH'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112510461806937281</id><published>2005-08-27T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:03:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Oh yea, yesterday I saw Miss Tay going out of a taxi when I was going out of mine. I was behind her, and I just walked on, knowing that she will talk to me when she see me. And I was right. It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tay: Hey good morning Hazwani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and with a feigned surprise, I replied, "Oh good morning Miss Tay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: It was your parents car is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no father's taxi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh no wonder your spectacles are fogged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reply to this and we walked silently. I forgot that there were joss sticks at the usual route I took to the hang out place, and I took place one of my feet there, when Miss Tay called me back. Oh my God I owe her. She wanted to tell me to tell the class to go to the Art room for Art. I said ok and made a move, but she carried on telling me that Miss Ho will be taking over the Lit lessons for her Maths.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She somehow reminds me of Kacang.. No one to talk to? Ok talk to anyone about shit also can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112510461806937281?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112510461806937281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112510461806937281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112510461806937281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112510461806937281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_27.html' title='.'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112505384028176061</id><published>2005-08-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T18:57:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE RinG</title><content type='html'>Mardiana's mum just called me on my handphone to asked me how to get hold of Mardiana. I told her to call her handphone, and she said the handphone is with her. She seemed to have forgotten that Mardiana has another handphone. She went, "Oh ya ya ya she got another phone. Thanks ah. Bye." -.-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Suryana handled the Maths exam. She didn't take it yesterday because she had to leave early for the Piramid game held at Ngee Ann, which, sadly, they lost in the first round. Tje maths paper was totally hard, and it did help that I totally screwed up Science. Or to be exact, all CA5. I hope common test will not be combined with CA5, or it will comfirm pull me down. I was hoping more of combining common test with CA4..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112505384028176061?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112505384028176061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112505384028176061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112505384028176061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112505384028176061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/ring.html' title='thE RinG'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112503499732903288</id><published>2005-08-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:43:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busY buSy As a BeE</title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't been blogging for a while now. Mainly because I'm busy and it didn't help that I have to ouse my sis laptop. Talking about m dayy sis, it was her birthday 2 days ago. So happy birthday! So many things to blog about that I'm lazy to.... Updates later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112503499732903288?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112503499732903288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112503499732903288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112503499732903288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112503499732903288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-busy-as-bee.html' title='busY buSy As a BeE'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112480652596689634</id><published>2005-08-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:15:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoWee</title><content type='html'>I went home after school today. I reached home at 3 and got ready to go out again to the hospital. I was supposed to meet my sister at 3.30 at Outram Park mrt station. I was 15 minutes late, but I needn't have to be so worried. She herself was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the shuttle bus to the hospital. When we entered the ward, I realised that my grandmum had 2 different ward mates. My mum then told me the person next to my grandmother passed away in the wee hours of the morning, at 4 am. So poor thing! It was the same person that had those noisy grandsons by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first moment I set my eyes the aging granny, I thought that she looked very fragile and incredibly vulnerable. She was also sooo thin, she honestly looked like a skeleton! I told my sis she's very pitiful, but my sis merely said, "Why?? What's wrong with her??" HONESTLY! She can be so blind sometimes. Even my mother said it was obvious, and she wasn't so shock about her death... In fact she was kinda matter of fact lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for mother toungue class, we acted some proverb in our respective groups. Ours wasn't so bad for a group that acted impromptu wit hno script. Atikah was so funny! She was sweeping the floor (as a part of the act) and Ashraf(the boss) scolded her because some of the bristles of the broomsticks fell apart. And guess what did Atikah did? She threw the stupid strands at Ashraf! LoL jokes! She brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other groups were funny too! I like Farhanah's group, which comprises of Farhanah, Atikah and Syed. Their lines were funny, and I like Fauziana's acting!! Damn funny yet good! WooH Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week my group still have to act again, another proverb this time. Bleh. Another impromptu act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112480652596689634?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112480652596689634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112480652596689634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112480652596689634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112480652596689634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/wowee.html' title='WoWee'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112471229112697659</id><published>2005-08-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:04:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CraPPy StorY</title><content type='html'>"Let me out! I have not done anything wrong!" Chris shouted, rattling the metal bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Silence greeted him. He sank on the floor and groaned in despair and hopelessness. There was no one to rescue him out of the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He was a lonely man. He had no family, and he had never known his parents. They died when he was a child and had no clue how they looked like. The only thing he knew about them was that they went by the name of Victoria and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then he remembered the mysterious woman, and his spirit lifted. He had been in trouble before, and although this is far more worse than any other scrapes he had been through, he  was certain that she will get him out of this horrible place. So he waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3 days passed, and he almost gave up hope. Then he heard someone coming. His spirit lifted, only to be hurt again. It was just the guard. He watched in confusion as the guard opened the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Get out," the guard growled. "someone bailed u out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Light dawned on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He asked, "Was it a lady?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The guard grunted in reply. He took it as a yes. He smiled and silently thank the mysterious lady as he walked out of his cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the shadows, a pretty woman watched as the man was freed. She whispered softly, "Anything for you, my son..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112471229112697659?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112471229112697659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112471229112697659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112471229112697659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112471229112697659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/crappy-story.html' title='CraPPy StorY'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112471171451524886</id><published>2005-08-20T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:02:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaD..</title><content type='html'>It wasn't a week when she was dismissed when she got admitted to the hospital again. My grandmother had another attack of stomach pain and my sister called her private doctor, and they called the ambulance. My mum was working so my sister accompanied them, to SGH this time. And I was left alone. To make things worse, there's something wrong with the internet connection in my computer. I tried connecting in my sister's laptop, and also cannot connect. I meddled with my sister's laptop and I got the connection again. So I used my sister's laptop instead. Up til now I can't use my computer. So sad. Now I'm using my sister's laptop for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my grandmother just now. My sister's sec school friend went to the same hospital, so my sister visited her. For more than 2 hours. And my grandmother for about half an hour.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while she was gone, these kids, grandsons of my grandmother's neighbour came. Oh my God they were so noisy. And their parents did not tell them to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Can't the patients sleep in peace?  And there was this boy who had my sister's embarrassing habit; sticking his hands in his pants. Zzz.. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at night. When going home, me and my sister saw this building, separated from the main building. It's block 11. It's quite far from the main hospital. It's so eerie! It's just a little shed by itself, and everything was so dark and guarded, with security guards. It's the type of building you would choose to shoot a horror film. It somehow looked like an asylum. Maybe It's for people who have contagious disease? I don't know, but I want to find out.  I'm sure it will look different in the day.. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went home by bus. So slow. It felt like an hour, at least. And there was this man sitting behind me... And he coughed into my hair. EWWWWW! And to think I just shampooed that morning. Excuse of sir, but do you mind coughing somewhere else? It's basic courtesy... Lol maybe I should have turned around and coughed in his face.. And eye for an eye, tit for tat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112471171451524886?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112471171451524886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112471171451524886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112471171451524886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112471171451524886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/sad.html' title='SaD..'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112446354419291314</id><published>2005-08-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:00:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WiRe ScuLpturE</title><content type='html'>OMG I am so bored. Oh yea I forgot one thing. The wire sculture stuff. After school, me and Mardiana saw a big coil of wire along the corridors. LOL we took it! There was no one there anyway. Then we met Miss Tay there. She told us to go back to the classroom because she want to check the books under our tables. She checked m row first, and Mardiana's row being the last. OMG so slow! But I so patient I actually waited for them. See I so nice. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while waiting, I did my sculpture with the coil of wires I nicked. I was left with the two legs when they went out. I left the wires in class, which is a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the art class to complete my sculpture. It was so packed! And they have limited wires. Wen Jin found the wire in class and brought it there. Hence the big mistake. I should have used it for myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked Iffah for some wires. She asked Rohanah to give me her coil of wire because she don't need it. She protested at first, but the rest of her friends persuaded her to give me her coil. And she took her time to cut a piece of wire for herself, and slowly passed it to Iffah who passed it to me. Alamak! Can just give me directly right! Hmm selfish brat. I can't believe I was close to her last year. Ugh. Flirt there flirt here. Can betray friends somemore. Little bitch. Some of her friends are okay though. They are more friendly&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;even though they are in the minah's side. Sheesh I can't stand people like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112446354419291314?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112446354419291314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112446354419291314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112446354419291314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112446354419291314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/wire-sculpture.html' title='WiRe ScuLpturE'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112445688120878633</id><published>2005-08-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:33:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAd dAy</title><content type='html'>I wasn't in a very good mood today, and my friends were not helping. Wanna know why&lt;br /&gt;i was moody?? I DROPPED 4 GRADES FOR MY ENGLISH!!! From an A1 to a B4! FUK! I was so disappointed I was near to tears. Justin, as usual, got the highest. A1.. Smart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today... FirST 2 periods are art. We did pallete knife painting. We had to paint leaves and an apple, cropped from an apple tree. We were to use only red and yellow colour paints. LOL Suryana was given a butter knife as there is not enough pallete knives. Mardiana's painting was the best, but Gladys' painting was the most realistic. Cheng Wai's painting was the most... Artistic... Just a big blob of red paint... Mine sucks, but it made me feel better that there are worse ones there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two periods was actually Lit, but Miss Ho took over to go through our English paper. The period when I got moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was 1 period of Moral Education, but we did the wire sculpture instead. I redo mine. I had difficulty making the stupid head and asked Gabriel to help me do. In the end he gave me the wire ball he did for playing. Thank Gabs! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only did the body half way when it was time for mother tongue. Aaaaaaah!! Exam time! We did exam in the computer lab. WooH! Shiok! The cloze passage sucks but overall it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was History. We went down to the stinky Career Guidance room as the teacher hurt his leg. We got back the exam paper. Got 6 out of 10.. Quite low. So far i got A2 for Geog, A1 for Science, C5 for maths, B4 for English, Malay and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112445688120878633?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112445688120878633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112445688120878633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112445688120878633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112445688120878633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-day.html' title='BAd dAy'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112436872737534665</id><published>2005-08-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:38:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we getting back English tomorrow! I asked Miss Ho how we did and she said not so good. Damn I'm scared. If I don't get A1.... I don't know what I'll do. So far this common test I think I did quite well.. Got mainly A's and B's.. Except for Maths. At least I passed.. But after combining the rest of the CAs, I will confirm get lower. My CAs will pull me down. ARGH. I really want to get out of 3E3!! I think I'm going to 3E4.. Getting better than that is hopeless, unless lady luck is on my side and I happen to score well in Maths. Ala spoil la Maths. Damn damn damn. Must do well for CA 5 to pull me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going for the Wire Sculpture thing. I really suck with my hands. The guys pro lor!! DAMN! I'm really rambling, cuz I don't know what to blog about. I'm having amnesia nowadays. I forgot what happened today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112436872737534665?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112436872737534665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112436872737534665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112436872737534665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112436872737534665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112427460907552170</id><published>2005-08-17T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:30:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAT a LonG DaY</title><content type='html'>We did the Merengue dance for PE today! It's for Teacher's Day. Bleh. It was actually fun, but I don't really like the partner stuff.. At first I was to be partnered with Muhammad, then long story and had to partner Zhan Shuo.. Eee.. Then he partnered Muhammad.. Then I partnered Casper. WooH! And my final partner was Fauziana. LOL 7 "partners" in a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at some point of time, the teachers realised we changed partners and they ordered us to change back. So I was stuck with Zhan Shuo again. Bleh. We pretended to hold each other. Lol it was kinda funny, especially the turning part. We pretended that Zhan Shuo turned me, but I was I actually turning myself! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teachers went away, we switched partners again. I became the girl while Fauziana be the boy. After some time, we switch places. LOL. We made fun and wondered what happened if the girl was much taller than the guy; like Syed and Danial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back our maths today. Bleh. Sucks. Lucky I got my Science marks to pull me up. We will be getting back our English marks tomorrow I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to music lesson, the class, as uaual went our separate ways. There was this guy who suddenly hug Danial I think, or rub his cheeks? Anyway, Danial was damn disgusted because he said that guy stinks like hell. Apparantly he smelt like rubbish bin. LOL I laughed so hard my stomach hurts. Then he want to wipe his cheeks on me. EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Shuo was on the 2nd floor and we were a floor down. As we walked, Zhan Shuo leaned down and sprayed water on us! UGH GROSS!!!!!! When I saw Mardiana I wiped my cheeks on her! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial had an inventive way to clean. He let He Wei do the work. Cuz He Wei always molest him.... Ugh Dan.. You never know what things are on his hands. Maybe he dig his nose and wanted to clean his hands on you! So much for being clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm today's post is full of broken English.. Don't tell me my English is getting rusty... Not a pleasant thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112427460907552170?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112427460907552170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112427460907552170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112427460907552170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112427460907552170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-long-day.html' title='WhAT a LonG DaY'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112417932629258341</id><published>2005-08-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:02:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAT hapPeneD?</title><content type='html'>okay, I forgot what happened today? Nothing interesting happened today actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I am the 3rd in Science! Woohoo!! 31 out of 40, A1. Vincent got 2nd, just a half mark more than me, and Muhammad got first. He have 32. Wooh!! For the first time in history! What sia, Mardiana sour prune. She not happy I got higher than her. My first time , give me chance la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I found out something else that happened in Science lesson, but I'm not going to say it. Anyway, after Science, we had the Wire Sculpture Programme. SUCKS!!!!!!! Mine turned out like SHIT!! Ritz, Cheng Wai and Jing Feng's sculpture was really really nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They are damn good in their hands man!!!! UGH!!! I dunno how to coil...... Bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Farhanah smsed me after school has ended. I didn't answer her, and she called me.... And we were not released yet. -.- She kept telling me to meet at old foyer. She sounded so impatient that I thought she was already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were dismissed,  we looked down to the old foyer, but could not see Farhanah anywhere. We went down and looked for her. Still, she could not be seen. And it turned out that she was still in class!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Farhanah wanted to take 22, and I didn't know what bus to take.. Whether to accompany Mardiana, or Farhanah. I can take both of the buses. In the end I decided to take the bus that came first, which is 65. Vincent and Ritz took the same bus as us.... And Ritz decided to message me when we can just talk.. Waste my sms only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea that's besically that's all. Sorry can't be sarcastic.. (This message is for this particular person.... You know who you are!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112417932629258341?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112417932629258341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112417932629258341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112417932629258341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112417932629258341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-happened.html' title='WhAT hapPeneD?'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112410352230524672</id><published>2005-08-15T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:58:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TodAy....</title><content type='html'>Today we had choir. Ms Lye didn't come. And we were released at 5. Weeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, Farhanah and Suryana were the first ones to go out as usual. When I went out, I could not see them anywhere, so I waited for them at the old foyer. I waited soooo long! Then I gave up and went home. Then I saw them at the Childcare Centre. I decided not to catch them up, since we will be going separate ways anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo bored at bus that I created a short story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Used..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought they were my friend. Guess I was wrong about that. No true friends will ever do that. I was hurt, and Even Faith, who was the nicest, shocked me. They used me. I was angry enough to kill them. Of all the scumbags. I hate them! I guess I shall never know the meaning of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who brought them together, and look how I was rewarded. They used me as their messenger. Twice in a week I had to help them. I did it because they were my friend. Or so I thought. I knew better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened 50 years back, but the memory is still freshly etched in my memory, as though it only happened yesterday. I was standing innocently at this deserted pathway, holding a package. I was waiting for someone to collect it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sudden. Someone attacked me. I struggled, but stop short when I heard the two words: "Stop! Police!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze, my heart feeling cold and heavy with dread. My mind reeled with shock, and I was oblivious to what was happening. I caught one word though, "Cocaine". No words could possibly describe the fear I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lesser that 30 grams, and I got 10 years imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now though, I have more important things to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I bet you don't understand the story. It doesn't matter. It's for my own entertainment. Anyway I better go, lots of Maths homework to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112410352230524672?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112410352230524672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112410352230524672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112410352230524672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112410352230524672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/today.html' title='TodAy....'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112402623907157988</id><published>2005-08-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:46:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaALlaLA</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Suryana told me to help her make a wallpaper. I obliged, but I warned her it's going to be ugly. I used Adobe Photoshop to do it. Oh yea, and I found out that Baby Blues (the comic) was coloured using Adobe Photoshop! So anyway I did it, and I took my kinda long to finish it. And I was terribly unhappy about it, I tell you. I warned Suryana again that it wouldn't be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/UGLYUGLY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="768" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/UGLYUGLY.jpg " width="439" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/UGLYUGLY.jpg"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suryana told me to delete the hearts in the background, and complained about her fat ugly choir pic on the bottom right. So I substituted that to the picture of her and Fendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanawall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="576" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanawall.jpg" width="432" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me to erase the choir pic. I told her then no pic? And she said, "Never mind, got the blotchy blotchy paint. Nice. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so I deleted that too. Haha I love the splatter brushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my 3rd and final attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanawallpaper.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="576" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/yanawallpaper.jpg" border="0" width="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa! Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.. I only like the top right hand corner. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me the wallpaper she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/untitledii.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="610" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v18/secretgarden/untitledii.jpg" border="0" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda nice, especially using a Paint Program. I especially like the borders. I love multiple borders! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I reckon I can brush up her wallpaper.. Probably will.. But wait long long.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112402623907157988?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112402623907157988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112402623907157988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112402623907157988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112402623907157988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/laallala.html' title='LaALlaLA'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112393282566260611</id><published>2005-08-13T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T19:33:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SigH</title><content type='html'>Omg my feet is so damn tired! I'm back from the performance. I saw Wardah there! Lol.. She lives there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out wearing the red polo tee, school skirt and court shoes. I walked to the bus stop in front because I wanted to take 22 to the interchange. I can take 2 different bus stops by the way, with different buses available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was halfway there at the bus stop when I had 2 nasty blisters at the heels!!!!! UGH! The great part is, I gave my plaster to Noriz some time ago, so I don't have any for myself!! So I had to endure the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited for the freaking 22, and finally it came, after waiting for 15 mins. Bleh.  I told Farhanah to bring 2 plasters. Lol. And she did. Thanks!! Lol even Suyana was like, "Ouch!" after seeing my blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worn plaster for a few years now.. Lalala. And I'm tlaking it out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112393282566260611?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112393282566260611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112393282566260611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112393282566260611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112393282566260611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='SigH'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112389467397896639</id><published>2005-08-13T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:28:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whaT tO SaY??</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't have time to blog. I come home late at night everyday nowadays and often have an early night. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm asking the 2E4's to join the moblog competition. It's an interclass blogging competition. Me and Suryana already registered. I've asked Gerald but he said "maybe, see who join first." So I've asked Cheng Wai, and he said no. And I said what if Gerald joinS? Then he say yea then he will. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E4 has not much bloggers, compared to other classes. And that sucks, because it will be harder to find someone who is sporting enough to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who want to enter can register &lt;a href="http://www.campusmoblog.com.sg/account/registration.asp" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But tell us first yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Sofy got suspended because he punched a guy til he fainted. Sucker. Everyone was glad he was suspended. Even my Malay teacher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up early today because we choir have a performance at the Tampines Festival Park. Wanna come and support? Lol it will be around 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fana and Yana visited my grandmother yesterday. Thanks for coming! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Yana had her hair cut yesterday. LOL Fana said it was like onion!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!!!!! JOKES!!!!!!! And Fana said, "Mine helmet. Never mind, glamour. Take motorcycle. Yours onion what? Go market?" LOL!!!!!!! HAHHA mean!! But it was funny all the same. My mum like her hair cut. She told me she would get my sis to cut like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to eat my breakfast. I haven't eaten yet. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112389467397896639?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112389467397896639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112389467397896639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112389467397896639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112389467397896639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-to-say.html' title='whaT tO SaY??'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112368590783127565</id><published>2005-08-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:58:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S H I T !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY DENTAL APPOINTMENT IS ON THE 2ND OF AUGUST!!!!!!!!! IT'S 10 AUGUST TODAY!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT I FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT! HE'S NOT GOING TO BE VERY PLEASED WITH ME...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112368590783127565?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112368590783127565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112368590783127565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112368590783127565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112368590783127565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/s-h-i-t.html' title='S H I T !'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112359717683543437</id><published>2005-08-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:19:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappY NaTionaL DaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to visit my grandmother again. We went at 10 in the morning and stayed til 8 at night. We watched the National Day celebrations on TV in my grandmother's bed. lol.. &lt;img src="http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/ruinkai/biglaugha.gif" /&gt; Heard the planes too.. We heard them first, then heard it on TV.. So it's like, an echo lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was BORING! Year 1999 was the best! I went to the Stadium. Lots of interesting stuff, like stunts and stuff. And it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so anyway, at 8 we went and left my grandmother sleeping. We went and wait for the fireworks to start. I was the one who heard it first. I can't see the fireworks though. My sis and mum were busy talking. With annoyance, I said, "Oi!" But they took no notice. So I waited impatiently for them to stop talking. Finally they did, and heard the booming noise of the fireworks..... When they can't see it, my mum suggests to move to the other side. So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the fireworks!!!! It was pretty!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took some pics in my camera and my sister's camera, but my phone's quality and like shit, and my sister's camera couldn't send to anywhere (refer to &lt;strong&gt;Sunday, July 31, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;) !! And I happened to take some really good ones there too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it ended, so we went home. But on the way home, we saw another set of fireworks again!! This time they are more prettier and awing! The red fireworks burst in ther sky, and formed a spiral shape!!!! It's was soooo cool! There were a few people taking photos too lol.. But unlike us, they had a &lt;strong&gt;DIGITAL CAMERA&lt;/strong&gt;!! UGH!!!!!!!! SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS!!! I WISHED WE TOOK SOME PHOTOS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a few items on my wishlist... And a digital camera is one of them. A good camera phone is another..... Hmmm I want to change my spectacle frames too.. I might next week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112359717683543437?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112359717683543437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112359717683543437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112359717683543437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112359717683543437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-national-day.html' title='HappY NaTionaL DaY!'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112345359639347080</id><published>2005-08-08T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:03:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GrandMother StorY</title><content type='html'>Guess what. My grandma was sent to the hospital again in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up in the darkness of my room at midnight to find out that my grandmother's 24-hour doctor came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two days or so, she kept vomitting and vomitting and had very severe stomach pains. She kept crying out and tried to bear the pain. Last night, she was so much in pain that my mum had to call the 24-hour doctor. It was so painful that she was half unconscious at one time. Then my sister woke up, probably because of the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided to send her to hospital. The ambulance came at 1 am, and two men came to take my grandmother to Raffles Hospital. My mother followed, and left me and my sister at home. My mum wasn't home by morning, and she called me at 6 partly to wake me up and also to speak to my sis. It appears that she have gallstone that dropped to her bile duct of something. That's what caused the pain, because the stone is stuck. So she will have to go for two opperations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school a group of us helped the stall set up by our class. We sold pizzas, which were kindly baked by the guys, drinks and coloured jellies which looks like piles of dyed shit. Me and Mardiana decided to watch the concert put up by the Sec 4s, while the rest continued mending the stall. Siok Wen and Xin Er from choir sang. Cool~ The show was quite OK... After it ended, we went down again, to find the whole place as wet as the wet market selling fish. Vionna told Mardiana that the guys sold water bombs. And they played in the canteen! Damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a profit for the drinks, but a great loss for the pizzas. I feel so bad, all their efforts had not paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 11.30, and found my mum in the kitchen. She sid we were going to visit my grandmother later. And we did. Raffles Hospital was damn grand. My first time there. When I went to my grandmum's bed, she was moaning softly to herself, oblivious that we were there. Poor thing. We went home at 6.30. On the way out, I relised that there's a nice black piano there! But I don't know if it's locked or not. I didn't try. I probably will tomorrow though.  And I ate chicken rice at the banquet before going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112345359639347080?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112345359639347080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112345359639347080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112345359639347080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112345359639347080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/grandmother-story.html' title='GrandMother StorY'/><author><name>haz h</name><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-6769415.post-112338743481309663</id><published>2005-08-07T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T12:05:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers? Air heads? No life?</title><content type='html'>What is with all these anti-bloggers and blogging?? I flipped through The New Paper just now and saw a lot of negative comments and bloggers and blogging. What is wrong with blogging??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;"People who blog are basically attention seekers who cannot stand leading a life without some attention to their existence .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chinang "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"BLOGrs juz wana CHEAP PUBLICITY or they R STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ujang "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before attacking us, maybe it's a good idea to learn proper English first, you retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People blog with different reasons. Many people prefer to share their personal thoughts rather than keeping them private in a diary. Many keep blogs to write about their day-to-day experiences and complaints. What makes blogging different from a diary is the idea of allowing readers to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us want to share our problems with other people. They want to get some things out of their chests, and they will need a place for this. So why not keep a diary, you ask. I, for one, hate writing, and prefer to type. Furthermore, what a waste of ink. Blogging serves as an outlet for our emotions, but unlike a diary, people will actually read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blog, there is a chance that somewhere out there, some stranger will read and sympathize. To know that there is a nameless, faceless listener, who may care and sympathize, is a source of comfort for some. In a blog, we can rant, because we cannot do it in person. The chances of people who are willing to listen to you ranting are one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts with too much emotion are usually better suited for blogs than for conversation, since emotion can be more controlled in writing. These emotions usually tend to be negative, because these are the ones we cannot easily express to others in person. Blogging allows us to confess these secrets and emotions, which we have to suppress in our daily life. It is a lot easier to confess on a blog than face-to-face with someone. Furthermore, we can hide behind an alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing is what makes a blog genuinely different from a diary. Through a blog, we can share our perspectives with others. It may surprise you that there are other people out there who are feeling the same way as you, and may even get each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people keep blogs to improve their writing skills. In order to write about your life, you have to think about it and about how to tell others about it. Reflecting in needed. Thus, you will gain a new perspective in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People who read other people's blog are voyeurs who have no lives of their own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that if you keep a blog, you have a life, and if you read other people's blog, you do't have a life. Then what about a blogger who reads other people's blog? I always read other people's blog. I would want to know what are my friends up to, and reading other blogs also serve the same purpose as blogging - it kills boredome. You guys are sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys do to kill boredome anyway? Stare into space? OMG HOW FUN! Let's all go "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769415-112338743481309663?l=insanely-mad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/feeds/112338743481309663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769415&amp;postID=112338743481309663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112338743481309663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769415/posts/default/112338743481309663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanely-mad.blogspot.com/2005/08/bloggers-air-heads-no-life.html' title='Bloggers? Air heads? 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