<?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-28926687</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:20:39.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pent Up Angst.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1560518685459967582</id><published>2008-04-30T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:59:39.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 30th April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to try to move on, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the month, next month isn't going to be easy either.&lt;br /&gt;I've been plagued with flashbacks every single minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Visiting our favourite haunts in the past month isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep living in the past anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's fate, yes I do believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving - &lt;a href="http://insaniia.livejournal.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1560518685459967582?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1560518685459967582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1560518685459967582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-30th-april-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4106131292514439960</id><published>2008-04-29T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:32:48.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School + Redundant math remedial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, change, met Alicia at United Square for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Free Cone Day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've seen soooo many people at Unite Square in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia left for Bishan, waited for Joel at Novena Square.&lt;br /&gt;Chats + Hershey's Sundae Pie. (:&lt;br /&gt;Home, and he went back to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the start of Common Test. It doesn't seem like it's examation period tho.&lt;br /&gt;Siggh. I really need to start studying! Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, to take my mind of things, I AM GOING TO STUDY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things aren't going to change anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4106131292514439960?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4106131292514439960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4106131292514439960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-redundant-math-remedial.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4199249877326300909</id><published>2008-04-28T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Headaches + sniffles + coughs are back. &lt;div&gt;Almost died running 2.4, complete with gastric pains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studied with Ashvini, Isaac and WaiYip yesterday. Travelled all the way to the library @ esplanade to get a conducive environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194264610415626642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SBW8JI00yZI/AAAAAAAAD7k/DTu93-ZzfEQ/s200/27042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194264619005561250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SBW8Jo00yaI/AAAAAAAAD7s/dCUHGSf51NQ/s200/27042008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194264623300528562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SBW8J400ybI/AAAAAAAAD70/6ZCLoCgoXxk/s200/27042008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will start studying now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4199249877326300909?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4199249877326300909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4199249877326300909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/headaches-sniffles-coughs-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SBW8JI00yZI/AAAAAAAAD7k/DTu93-ZzfEQ/s72-c/27042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5062363602854589126</id><published>2008-04-26T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:00:13.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuition in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Town with WaiYip in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after much contemplation, went to Jason's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I did not have fun today. But today was not enjoyable either.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, that are not coming out.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Do you know how much it hurts, that you gave up on me to be with her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5062363602854589126?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5062363602854589126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5062363602854589126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuition-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2838242443117513104</id><published>2008-04-25T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:29:48.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bazaar! Pizza + Italian Soda was yummy. Esp all the leftovers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Closed up, went to Jordan's house to put the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;CafeCartel + IceKimo with ElBon, WaiYip, Alvin, YanWen.&lt;br /&gt;Left the 3 tubs of icecream that Siva gave me at CafeCartel, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, just that wasn't feeling very well, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Just one of those horrible days which I don't really feel comfortable in my own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about moving to LJ, but this place just has too many memories, can't bear to leave. ): Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeep. Tired to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2838242443117513104?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2838242443117513104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2838242443117513104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/bazaar-pizza-italian-soda-was-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1268466992003817418</id><published>2008-04-24T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:21:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, SRP, Shopping for bazaar, Jordan's house to try out the products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are closing, yet I don't feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just bore myself to sleep by studying, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just go watch dramas...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think LJ is lovely to use, now that I've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I got nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;Bored + blank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1268466992003817418?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1268466992003817418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1268466992003817418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-srp-shopping-for-bazaar-jordans.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1730789200537513021</id><published>2008-04-23T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:41:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. CafeCartel again with Alicia, ElBon, Jordan, Fishiee, Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;TPY to get stuff for the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;Which involved getting lost when the place was just in front of us, buying whipped cream and spraying it straight into our mouths from the can, and stoning at the open space outside Courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;The ulcer on my tongue has gone off.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I don't have such a foul mouth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, in Alicia's words, we were just indulging in childish behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;So, Kelly-Ann, from now on, please keep your comments to yourself and don't mess up your own life, ohkay? Rant it all out on somewhere else *ahem ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most brilliant dream ever last night. Do dreams come true in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I crave microwaved popcorn &amp;amp; greentea all of a sudden. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I MUST GO AND STUDY. Bloody tests are in 8 freaking days!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1730789200537513021?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1730789200537513021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1730789200537513021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7073328487790682457</id><published>2008-04-22T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:22:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. Out with ElBon, Jordan &amp;amp; Fishieee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still pissed at you.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive easily, but I don't forget easily. Grudges.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand how could you be so unreasonable. It hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;You're the 3rd person I love dearly, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do not wish for this to happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying! Common tests are in like, 8 days? Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; happy birthday, Jason. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7073328487790682457?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7073328487790682457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7073328487790682457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8553078983671560032</id><published>2008-04-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:06:08.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two can play a game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, four can as well!&lt;br /&gt;The more the merrier, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8553078983671560032?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8553078983671560032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8553078983671560032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-can-play-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-30797385628698178</id><published>2008-04-21T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:58:14.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hotcakes with Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Cartel with ElBon, Jordan, WaiYip, Alvin, YanWen &amp;amp; Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;Icekimo with Elbon, Jordan, YanWen, Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, school wasn't fun. Laughs during Biology and after school were though.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how laughter &amp;amp; jokes with bestfriends can make one forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm just a pissy lil' oversensitive bitch that everyone can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE the fucking last straw.&lt;br /&gt;To think you meant to more than just a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;You fucking proved me me wrong this time.&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite, I don't know what the fuck I saw in you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the fuck you're my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You have no right, absolutely no right to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;COS YOU'RE FUCKING DOING THE SAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cooled down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it, you're not worth it,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly-Ann, who are you kidding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-30797385628698178?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/30797385628698178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/30797385628698178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/hotcakes-with-ivan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4470715478917230105</id><published>2008-04-20T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:36:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Not Over - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My tears run down like razorblades and no, I'm not the one to blame: it's you or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;And all the words we never say come out and now we are all ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;And there is no sense in playing games, when you done all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now it's over, it's over. Why is it over? We had the chance to make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's over, it's over. It can't be over. I wish that I could take it back, but it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lose myself in all these fights; I lose my sense of wrong and right. I cry, I cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shaking from the pain that's in my head. I just want to crawl into my bed and throw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The life that I led. But I won't let it die. But I won't let it die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's over, it's over. Why is it over? We had the chance to make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it's over, it's over. It can't be over. I wish that I could take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart. Don't say this wont last forever. You're breaking my, you're breaking my heart. Don't tell that we will never be together. We could be over and over, we could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart. Don't say this wont last forever. You're breaking my, you're breaking my heart. Don't tell that we will never be together. We could be over and over, we could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not over. It's not over, it's never over, unless you let it take you, it's not over, it's not over, it's not over, unless you it break you. It's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just continue deluding myself.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I'm living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4470715478917230105?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4470715478917230105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4470715478917230105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-over-secondhand-serenade-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5148852329211392912</id><published>2008-04-20T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:32:22.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me out of this hell hole I'm digging myself into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5148852329211392912?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5148852329211392912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5148852329211392912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-do-not-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4645969008943798871</id><published>2008-04-19T23:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:15.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BB &amp;amp; GB Combined Enrolment today. Thankyoooooou, ElBon, Jordan, WaiYip, YanWen, Siva &amp;amp; Joel for coming down. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunched with ElBon &amp;amp; Alvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School at 12 for GOH, after was fancy drill, then roll call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual thing was horribly screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fancy drill was good tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Alicia and Jaselyn for getting I forgot what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the farewell gifts were soo gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do not want to step down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the last ever meeting &amp;amp; enrolment as a girl. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Alicia, ElBon and YanWen after. Siva sent me to the Thomson bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988700756083890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYuGWiBLI/AAAAAAAAD50/MCucgv0yuwI/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988705051051202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYuWWiBMI/AAAAAAAAD58/TwCxQrolWmI/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988709346018514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYumWiBNI/AAAAAAAAD6E/zTUwnYqVP8o/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988709346018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYumWiBOI/AAAAAAAAD6M/bGzi9lZe0mI/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190988713640985842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYu2WiBPI/AAAAAAAAD6U/m83MMC0GTK8/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190990289893983490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoaKmWiBQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ui0yAKOhrjw/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190990371498362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoaPWWiBRI/AAAAAAAAD6k/jWxjOt1vldI/s320/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190990650671236386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoafmWiBSI/AAAAAAAAD6s/BjY9kLwoQrM/s320/CIMG4996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190991363635807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAobJGWiBTI/AAAAAAAAD60/WnrgsPiMcB8/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191005683056772466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAooKmWiBXI/AAAAAAAAD7U/NIVQ3Snv_D8/s320/phpVhjSHHPM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992853989459282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAocf2WiBVI/AAAAAAAAD7E/w-pnRRMKRow/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191006773978465666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAopKGWiBYI/AAAAAAAAD7c/GMZdDIt_DCU/s320/phpipJtdVPM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190993274896254306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoc4WWiBWI/AAAAAAAAD7M/_wtTA8gJGKU/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling woozy. My head hurts, my stomach is churning, my eyes have dried up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will continue to delude myself that you are worth my tears. I know you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4645969008943798871?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4645969008943798871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4645969008943798871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/bb-gb-combined-enrolment-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SAoYuGWiBLI/AAAAAAAAD50/MCucgv0yuwI/s72-c/DSC00423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7392989503586878121</id><published>2008-04-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:07:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not want to step down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7392989503586878121?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7392989503586878121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7392989503586878121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-do-not-want-to-step-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5326133363088596566</id><published>2008-04-18T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:55:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PFT day. I screwed everything up this year, hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchoukball interclass after. Congrats to 4truth girls for getting first! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IceKimo with ElBon, Jordan and YanWen after. Icecream therapy never felt so good. (after feeling super fucking sucky. thank you jordan for being there to hear my rants on the bus. hah.)&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: "I was born to make you happy!"&lt;br /&gt;ElBon: "Are you santa claus?!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I laughed so much today that my stomach hurt like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ElBon's new fav phrase: "a rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr". HAHAHAHA. Oh oh, he's a paedophile too! He like young girls &amp;amp; guys. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after. &amp;amp; I swear my happiness level dropped to an all time low after visiting the usual blogs that I visit. Fucking hell. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I'm not fucking senstitive, I swear. Oh wait, I AM. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. K, enough. I've not simmered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, shower, iron uniform, polish boots, play Sims2, &amp;amp; try to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5326133363088596566?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5326133363088596566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5326133363088596566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/pft-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4941564064401753624</id><published>2008-04-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:06:45.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm falling in love with Secondhand Serenade again, as I did two years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I honestly think that John Vesley's voice + style suits accoustic. Not those rocky crap in "Fall For You". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I will go study NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4941564064401753624?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4941564064401753624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4941564064401753624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-falling-in-love-with-secondhand.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4261322164396762507</id><published>2008-04-17T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:24:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fancy drill after school today. I swear I'm going to miss GB like crazy after stepping down. I honestly do not want to step down. Yes, getting up on Saturdays have been a chore for the last three months, but after getting together with everyone, I don't mind waking up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to step down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging today. I almost died. I felt like a blob of fat running around like crazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bye Mom, I'm going jogging."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Maybe you'll meet some cute guys! Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks I'm boy crazy. I think she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being awfully random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind marrying a smoker. I wouldn't mind getting cancer and suffering for his enjoyment. But but, he's not going to be allowed to smoke infront of the kids. I don't want them to get cancer. HAHA. I'm crazy. I believe if you love someone, you over look all his flaws and accept them.&lt;br /&gt;This thought just flashed through my head while I was walking home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studystudystudy. &amp;amp; then Sims2. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL STUDY THIS TIME, YES I WILL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought I'd end up with you eventually. Cheesy huh. Maybe the whole thing was a lie. You were the most beautiful lie I've ever encountered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Were these friendships a lie as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4261322164396762507?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4261322164396762507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4261322164396762507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/fancy-drill-after-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6420988864960757002</id><published>2008-04-16T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:51:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESSICA. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Alicia, Abigail and EeVon. Proceeded to look for Alicia's water bottle. "I like Barney", "Nooo, I don't like Bob the Builder", "It's PINK!" and "Don't you think it looks like a breast?" All came from Alicia. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatteed with Jaselyn and Ashvini for a while. &amp;amp; on the way home, got stalled by AmandaChia, Wendy and YanRong, reminiscing about Sec1 and 2 days. I'm glad I'm not childish mean anymore, I'm mature mean! (if there's such thing, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think Xanga is awfully cute! Except for the darn bloody ads. &amp;amp; I'm still trying to figure out LiveJournal and WordPress. Things to do when I'm awfully bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start studying alr. I've been procrastinating all this while. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm really really addicted to SIMS2. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I shall attempt to study. (which I will most prolly end up falling asleep or playing SIMS2 or painting my nails. sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6420988864960757002?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6420988864960757002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6420988864960757002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6662270167171128001</id><published>2008-04-16T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:38:55.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comp lab at school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia's online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Gan is PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the keyboard is being a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6662270167171128001?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6662270167171128001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6662270167171128001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/comp-lab-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5762508343405344835</id><published>2008-04-14T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:19:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, shopping with mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel too well, been dizzy all day. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go study &amp;amp; sleep early. K, I don't think I will study, hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5762508343405344835?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5762508343405344835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5762508343405344835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-shopping-with-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-3183819481932491759</id><published>2008-04-13T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:24:46.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having fun laughing to myself at all the candid pictures on sharepoint.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, SIMS2 time. (: &amp;amp; I WILL study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-3183819481932491759?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3183819481932491759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3183819481932491759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-having-fun-laughing-to-myself-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2982561670846302033</id><published>2008-04-13T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:51:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i somehow dont feel comfortable in my own skin today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i felt so uneasy for the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you'd always stand up and feel proud for the one you love, wont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would. and i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i don't know why i still do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it somehow seems pointless already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it's not that easy to just let go and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time does not heal everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder why, i've never been one to persevere, but i'm doing it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for all the wrong things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's hard when you really don't know who your friends are anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2982561670846302033?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2982561670846302033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2982561670846302033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-somehow-dont-feel-comfortable-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4968414870813651708</id><published>2008-04-12T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:17:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ever felt like giving up at times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or changing for the better, yet, you're just too bloody stubborn to do anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or quitting everything you do and love best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What do you do when it all falls apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need help, i know i do. And the only person who can save myself is, me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sick of living in the past. _ please bring me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4968414870813651708?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4968414870813651708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4968414870813651708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/ever-felt-like-giving-up-at-times-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1920766823469014624</id><published>2008-04-12T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:15.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello yellow mellow. I'm feeling hyper all of a sudden. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 8, bloody rain. Lessons were a bore. Went home, napped &amp;amp; Founder's Day. ElBon got me fries &amp;amp; Vitasoy. Wheeee. (: Stupid PeiYen was bloody sitting behind me and disturbing me during the GOH march in. &amp;amp; I wanted to laugh like crazy. Bloody hell. &amp;amp; I think Louis really really looks like WeiHuang, hahahaha. After Founder's, IceKimo &amp;amp; Prata House with Alicia, Amanda, Jaselyn, YanRong, Serene, SiHui, Yizhen. Didn't wanna go home so early, ElBon and YanWen came to Thomson, and we walked all the way back to Bishan. &amp;amp; then I bused back home. The looooong chat with gay boyfriend was gooooooood. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished washing Alicia, Amanda and my uniforms. They smell oh-so-good hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188039697440134722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_-eng6LVkI/AAAAAAAAD5c/j1ZtfbpuZzo/s320/DSC07600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188040766886991442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_-flw6LVlI/AAAAAAAAD5k/Z3p1RImHKtg/s320/DSC07603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188041222153524834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_-gAQ6LVmI/AAAAAAAAD5s/eUx0mVwSdfI/s320/DSC07604.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I remember last year's Founder's had more GB Girls, and more fun too! From being chased out of the hall, to being chased out of the auditorium and being scolded at the canteen for making too much noise. HAH. The good old days. Sometimes I feel I'm living in the past, and the present just whooshes by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, My eyelids are drooping alr. Need to iron 3 uniforms tmr. Nightnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1920766823469014624?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1920766823469014624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1920766823469014624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-yellow-mellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_-eng6LVkI/AAAAAAAAD5c/j1ZtfbpuZzo/s72-c/DSC07600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8590911357865496020</id><published>2008-04-10T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:31:48.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept again. There goes my wish of going to school for a full week. Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very miserable today. And quarrelling with my mom just topped it off. Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, whatever. I'm going to indulge in some comfort food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8590911357865496020?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8590911357865496020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8590911357865496020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/overslept-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2872339522194294256</id><published>2008-04-09T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:10:54.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, was boring. I screwed up my math test. Byebye $50! ): I seriously need to start studying alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founder's Day rehearsal sucked. But at least it got me out of English class. We only did the march in thing twice, so why the hell was full uniform needed?! Bloody waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IceKimo with Alicia, ElBon, Jordan &amp;amp; YanWen after. Icecream craving = satisfied. (: (&amp;amp; I think I'm on a sugar rush now.) Fell asleep there, and when I woke, I saw Jason. I swear to God, I thought I was still dreaming. HAHA. It was so sudden &amp;amp; queer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy stationariesxzxzx! Sigh. &amp;amp; get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Shower, dinner, homework, sleep. I'm a good girl. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2872339522194294256?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2872339522194294256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2872339522194294256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5346492661102317329</id><published>2008-04-09T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:20:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised, every freaking Founder's Day, my hair has some weird sticky outy bits at the end.&lt;br /&gt;K, that was damn random, but I'm bored to bits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished the badgework, and ironing my uniform. &amp;amp; feeling a tad bit hyper, yet, my eyelids are close to shut. Hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, enough crap. I'll prolly fall asleep in class tmr.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5346492661102317329?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5346492661102317329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5346492661102317329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-realised-every-freaking-founders.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-665858529598519184</id><published>2008-04-08T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:26:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, Tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotcakes during recess today, thanks to Siva who got them to satisfy my craving. Haha. I'm touched k! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go stationary shopping, but I'm too lazy to get my fat arse up and out. Ugh. I need to pack my room tooxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, maybe I should really stop procrastinating alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I should stop hanging on those small little things and move on. But, somehow, I can't. 3months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-665858529598519184?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/665858529598519184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/665858529598519184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-tuition_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1148992292164745871</id><published>2008-04-07T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:15:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;Badgework with Ms Tay.&lt;br /&gt;IceKimo with Alicia, ElBon, YanWen, Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;At Alicia's house now. Was supposed to be doing badgework but um, am playing Sims2 instead. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like eating hotcakes. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1148992292164745871?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1148992292164745871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1148992292164745871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-as-per-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1275987630988582397</id><published>2008-04-07T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:59:27.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When one's bored - &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&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 open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&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 thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1275987630988582397?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1275987630988582397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1275987630988582397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-ones-bored-keys-to-your-heart-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6988066523656509931</id><published>2008-04-06T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:18.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Churched &amp;amp; Lunch with Ivan. Library to slack. Home. Now rushing the stupid GB badgework. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everland yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with YanRong and surprise surprise, Louis Ow. He was waiting for friends, and apparently arrived too early.&lt;br /&gt;Were late, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Some were overdressed, some underdressed, and fashion disasters. I thank MinYi for choosing our matching dresses. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The play was average, nothing to shout about, really. I don't think it was worth the price the students were paying. But it was definately worth the free show. I loved the ballroom dancing part tho.&lt;br /&gt;The VIP box was the best, perfect view of the stage + audience.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so proud of my Sec2s ohkay! Their drill is like, near perfection. I &lt;3 them. Glutton's Square for supper after, back to Bishan, Siva sent me home. (:&lt;br /&gt;K, piccas! I can kick myself for not taking with my 3 lovelies. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_S-JS3I/AAAAAAAAD10/dUygpdOSy68/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186153344062278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_S-JS3I/AAAAAAAAD10/dUygpdOSy68/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_i-JS4I/AAAAAAAAD18/-FcYBMsAwpU/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186153348357245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_i-JS4I/AAAAAAAAD18/-FcYBMsAwpU/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_y-JS5I/AAAAAAAAD2E/kfKekRRMWWo/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186153352652213138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jr7S-JTCI/AAAAAAAAD3M/TdFFDLtqn7M/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186154379149397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jr7i-JTDI/AAAAAAAAD3U/mAMMIW2FgKM/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186154383444364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jr7y-JTFI/AAAAAAAAD3k/IwOqa6b3kCw/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156831575723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_juKS-JTGI/AAAAAAAAD3s/P5FFIy0VOeM/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156840165657746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_juKy-JTJI/AAAAAAAAD4E/oZ1beK8IDV4/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156844460625058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_juLC-JTKI/AAAAAAAAD4M/Or8ZdXpkOUU/s320/P1000120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157797943364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jvCi-JTLI/AAAAAAAAD4U/Z7keh0d1Kew/s320/P1000149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157802238332098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jvCy-JTMI/AAAAAAAAD4c/UMxZGEgHBak/s320/DSC00553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157802238332114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jvCy-JTNI/AAAAAAAAD4k/IfBPLdk0-70/s320/DSC01107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186157806533299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jvDC-JTOI/AAAAAAAAD4s/gdrVdJBuy_M/s320/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;RUSH BADGEWORK!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still want to play my Sims2. HAHA. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6988066523656509931?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6988066523656509931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6988066523656509931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/churched-lunch-with-ivan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_jq_S-JS3I/AAAAAAAAD10/dUygpdOSy68/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7667753540535798835</id><published>2008-04-05T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:45:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went to Raffles Hotel/Jubilee Hall to pass the Sec2s gloves.&lt;br /&gt;The hall is super small.&lt;br /&gt;The play too fantasy-ish for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;But I liked the dance, it was so cute! Ballroom dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get to see more later. (:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with YanRong for dinner laterrrrrrrr. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7667753540535798835?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7667753540535798835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7667753540535798835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-went-to-raffles-hoteljubilee-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-575292364469608572</id><published>2008-04-04T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:31:25.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, Founder's rehearsal, GOH training, Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headaches &amp;amp; cramps just complete my day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking sleepy but I can't sleep. I'm hungry but I have no appetite. I'm going to die. ( Hah, I wish.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I'm going to have a early night today.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having alternate shitty days during this week.&lt;br /&gt;Please, GOD, make next week better. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-575292364469608572?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/575292364469608572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/575292364469608572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-founders-rehearsal-goh-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6285164720600801435</id><published>2008-04-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:13:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, Drill, Home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty much self-fulfiled today, paying attention in all the classes, including SRP.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I swear I'm going to start revising already. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I conked out on the bed righ after I reached home. I have to have to have to stop doing that. Super tired nowadays, as a result from not sleeping in classes anymore. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I'm addicted to my paracetemol.&lt;br /&gt;K. I will go do some math, play a little Sims, and sleeeeeep. (:&lt;br /&gt;Killer cramps. ): &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6285164720600801435?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6285164720600801435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6285164720600801435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-drill-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7657402569374836912</id><published>2008-04-02T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_OlxS-JS2I/AAAAAAAAD1s/uQ9eJMwHLuQ/s1600-h/hard_by_rennylemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184669862358240098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_OlxS-JS2I/AAAAAAAAD1s/uQ9eJMwHLuQ/s320/hard_by_rennylemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I knew April would be the hardest month to get through. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder I've been sleeping so much nowadays - to escape reality. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please Kelly-Ann, pull yourself through. Be Strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" I need your loving hands to come and pick me up."&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7657402569374836912?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7657402569374836912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7657402569374836912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-knew-april-would-be-hardest-month-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R_OlxS-JS2I/AAAAAAAAD1s/uQ9eJMwHLuQ/s72-c/hard_by_rennylemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2995858515993080069</id><published>2008-04-02T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:10:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Founder's day rehearsal, bubbletea, home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late for school &amp;amp; didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SIMS2. Bloody couldn't wake up. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I thought I could stand up firm on my two feet again,&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2995858515993080069?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2995858515993080069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2995858515993080069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/founders-day-rehearsal-bubbletea-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4601025539339043759</id><published>2008-04-01T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:06:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School, tuition. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite accomplished today. I think it's cos I handed up a little coursework. &amp;amp; I paid attention in all the classes today. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I'm going to give myself a treat by playing Sims2 &amp;amp; sleeping early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, homework first. Heh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4601025539339043759?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4601025539339043759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4601025539339043759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-3171853410247567877</id><published>2008-03-31T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:26:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F&amp;amp;N's making me go crazy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I overslept my tuition. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get a fucking grip on yourself, Kelly-Ann. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-3171853410247567877?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3171853410247567877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3171853410247567877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/f-making-me-go-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4722050132945841009</id><published>2008-03-30T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:37:29.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church, Lunch, Home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same. Everyday, every week. I'm getting tired, for some reason that I don't know myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to really start on my F&amp;amp;N Coursework and a long list of undone homework that follows. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4722050132945841009?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4722050132945841009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4722050132945841009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/church-lunch-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5691131088806108886</id><published>2008-03-29T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;GB, Cold Rock, Ikea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody sunburn, fuck GOH. &lt;strong&gt;Fuck all those who can't do drill properly and still want to act so proud. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia &amp;amp; ElBon. Cold Rock was the best. (: Bubblegum icecream+gummibears+brownie&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176399150205714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-5XeS-JSxI/AAAAAAAAD1E/BsRrZIgvEso/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176403445173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-5Xei-JSyI/AAAAAAAAD1M/XjQl_taFeSg/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ikea for lunch. &amp;amp; man, how I missed my lounge chair. &amp;amp; we all bought something. Plenty of laughs with cheesy lines like, "you're the onion in my life, you make me cry", "you're the pea of my heart", "you're the mushroom that shelters me" &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176407740140338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-5Xey-JSzI/AAAAAAAAD1U/UMwHF0W4YmE/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176412035107666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-5XfC-JS1I/AAAAAAAAD1k/il3oAjO5m9Q/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I think I'm recovering, but my throat is still uber sore. ): &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've realised something. Some people are just so self-centered, they only think about themselves and their own point of view. They don't seem to bother about cring the other party, they only think they are right. You might think you know someone, but then again, you might not. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K. Sims2! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5691131088806108886?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5691131088806108886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5691131088806108886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/gb-cold-rock-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-5XeS-JSxI/AAAAAAAAD1E/BsRrZIgvEso/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-599793847317168536</id><published>2008-03-28T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:50:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doctor, Drill, Dinner.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings I'd never understand - or maybe I'm just avoiding.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-599793847317168536?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/599793847317168536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/599793847317168536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/doctor-drill-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2089010266599435710</id><published>2008-03-27T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:43:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm horribly, terribly sick. Both my nose and throat are running away from me. &amp;amp; I've got this splitting headache. RAH. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TWIN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked your cake plus the card.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home straight after school to do up Daryl's prezzie ( I will never do things so darn last min again. ). Collected the cake ( which I thought was uber sexy, face and all HAHA. ) Cabbed down to HardRock.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for Gerard who helped me stall time at Toys'R'Us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I survived the whole thing while being sick. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Pictures : maybe later when I get back from the doctor. Didn't really take much tho, no mood. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the docs now. I hate it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2089010266599435710?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2089010266599435710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2089010266599435710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-horribly-terribly-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-703793717663463105</id><published>2008-03-25T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:19.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flu, flu, flu. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for sharing Alicia's water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I survived F&amp;amp;N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181684417705888514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-kKhi-JSwI/AAAAAAAAD08/vd7-fxCVtMw/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with Alicia, Ahmad &amp;amp; Jordan at CafeCartel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K. Loads of water + sleep. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-703793717663463105?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/703793717663463105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/703793717663463105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/flu-flu-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-kKhi-JSwI/AAAAAAAAD08/vd7-fxCVtMw/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6993311501844437250</id><published>2008-03-24T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:46:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH! Check out my Aunt's blog. She handmakes &amp;amp; sells those really cute miniature fake food! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she holds classes on how to make 'em too!&lt;br /&gt;Go see see see. It's on my links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6993311501844437250?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6993311501844437250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6993311501844437250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-check-out-my-aunts-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4827153631258606314</id><published>2008-03-24T20:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:22.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, I've not blogged for 3 days. HAH. K, long post. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Woke up late, postponed tuition. Island Cremery with Alicia &amp;amp; ElBon. Teh Tarik icecream is love. Shopping in town after. ElBon = Gay Boyfriend. Bought a dress, with Alicia's nets. HAHA. Talked talked talked with Alicia on the way back. It was absolutely great catching up with her. (: &amp;amp; I spray painted my wall. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303174933858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evyS-JSRI/AAAAAAAADxE/cN2FxCdFXp4/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303179228825890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evyi-JSSI/AAAAAAAADxM/cNFhjh5DGEU/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303192113727794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evzS-JSTI/AAAAAAAADxU/V1h1CM0QQRY/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303196408695106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evzi-JSUI/AAAAAAAADxc/2sHSJ5GC6Lc/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303200703662418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evzy-JSVI/AAAAAAAADxk/cy6ipbbo49k/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303613020522850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ewLy-JSWI/AAAAAAAADxs/TnwoMi3D2Z8/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181303617315490162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ewMC-JSXI/AAAAAAAADx0/5IDqf69ujaA/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Happy Easter! Churched with Alicia, Amanda, Annabelle, Jaselyn, Daryl, Jason. Lunched with them + Bernie. Hung out with Alicia, Jaselyn and ElBon. Went back to find Daryl &amp;amp; Jason, to drink coffee at YaKun. Met ElBon at the library. Ended up at Ikea looking for birthday candles. Had meatballs, chickenwings, cheesecake, &amp;amp; free 7-up. (: Thanks ElBon! Played with the toys at the kids section. Sat on the beds. Checked out the showroom toilets. &amp;amp; didn't find any birthday candles, just scented ones. HAHA. Went on a sofa-sitting spree. Sat on all those soft sofas. Found this lovely lounge chair which was of two different patterns on each side to sit on. Sat on them and chatted, for an hour. -.- Then home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181306838540962178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ezHi-JSYI/AAAAAAAADx8/kj6aBw7QTR8/s320/DSC06161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181306851425864082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ezIS-JSZI/AAAAAAAADyE/Ksv17_RTehc/s320/DSC06162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181306860015798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ezIy-JSaI/AAAAAAAADyM/BQ6BeoJaEsY/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181306864310766002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ezJC-JSbI/AAAAAAAADyU/rV8C56UxGtI/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181306877195667906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-ezJy-JScI/AAAAAAAADyc/2hc6P88n4Vs/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308642427226578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e0wi-JSdI/AAAAAAAADyk/j5QRHdRTH7M/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308659607095778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e0xi-JSeI/AAAAAAAADys/VvDdCPYaXSo/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308663902063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e0xy-JSfI/AAAAAAAADy0/M9nYEGy-5Tk/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308668197030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e0yC-JSgI/AAAAAAAADy8/1v5kan-E9fQ/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181308672491997714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e0yS-JShI/AAAAAAAADzE/Wg4-cPBDDfw/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310111306041970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e2GC-JSnI/AAAAAAAADz0/4DDCJir2Uyo/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310111306041986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e2GC-JSoI/AAAAAAAADz8/S1dGYwwwtzY/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310115601009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e2GS-JSpI/AAAAAAAAD0E/I53fijc_rcQ/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310115601009314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e2GS-JSqI/AAAAAAAAD0M/z51BKgApR4Y/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181310119895976626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e2Gi-JSrI/AAAAAAAAD0U/Zt2XgTRT2W4/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181313061948574402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e4xy-JSsI/AAAAAAAAD0c/GyZpAcas2mU/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today: School ended at bloody 3! Stupid new timetable. ElBon was supposed to accompany me to run my errands, but he forgot he had his PEL thing. So, Jordan accompanied me instead. Cafe Cartel after that. Thank you Jordan! (: Silly jokes were abundant. Alicia came to find us, for free bread, assuming. HAHA. ElBon came after his thing. Alicia, ElBon &amp;amp; I headed to IceKimo after. DinoMilo is the best now! &amp;amp; we three had icecream three times this week alr. Oh dear, think of all the weight gained. ):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181313066243541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e4yC-JStI/AAAAAAAAD0k/yB2fGLY1HLg/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181313070538509026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e4yS-JSuI/AAAAAAAAD0s/JmxLa_QQEls/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ElBon called me a tortise. -.- &amp;amp; drew a very nice picture. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181313074833476338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-e4yi-JSvI/AAAAAAAAD00/-JaIxmLfmcU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! I'm finished blogging, an hour later. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interclass + Tuition tmr. &amp;amp; dreaded F&amp;amp;N. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. Better sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4827153631258606314?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4827153631258606314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4827153631258606314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-ive-not-blogged-for-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-evyS-JSRI/AAAAAAAADxE/cN2FxCdFXp4/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1822424877685763182</id><published>2008-03-21T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:23.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Ivan for supposed dinner, he had to go to school as tmr's the AQ mock run. I felt like I was babysitting the sec2 AQ BB boys, HAHA. Oops.Ended up just watching &amp;amp; laughing at the rest eat. Elroy hardly touched his food, and Aaron finished all of his. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to drag ElBon out of his house, to come meet me! (: Supposed to eat at Haagen-Dazs but forgot Alicia ended at 5. So, headed to IceKimo. Waited for Alicia for 1047234047304 hours, for her to come down from Bugis. Ate zhi cha for dinner/supper. Laughs and chats, ElBon is seriously damn gay. Alicia agrees with me to. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222393658460354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY0i-JSMI/AAAAAAAADwc/1cVQCkDytzI/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222406543362258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY1S-JSNI/AAAAAAAADwk/xNOOGHSjW4g/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222410838329570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY1i-JSOI/AAAAAAAADws/5cVtZO7KXsU/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222415133296882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY1y-JSPI/AAAAAAAADw0/k_RDwkPfbVg/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222415133296898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY1y-JSQI/AAAAAAAADw8/bQF4EfM8pFk/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;3 my bestfriends. (: &amp;I'MMEETINGTHEMTMRAGAIN! WHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, I'm seriously going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why does it feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I’m just wasting all my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m screaming out but inside I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There’s gonna be a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah got to be a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That’s what I tell myself so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe (believe) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1822424877685763182?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1822424877685763182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1822424877685763182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/met-ivan-for-supposed-dinner-he-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-PY0i-JSMI/AAAAAAAADwc/1cVQCkDytzI/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-9198559731413243502</id><published>2008-03-21T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:01:12.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye Daryl Wee. You're damn evil.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leaving me in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;We could have been chatting/msn-ing/sleeping/singing/listening/suppering/ whatever.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your trip dear. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-9198559731413243502?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/9198559731413243502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/9198559731413243502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-daryl-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5628620515332487888</id><published>2008-03-20T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA CHIA. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179884925193111730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-Kl5S-JSLI/AAAAAAAADwU/YxUN03mIWB4/s320/cry____by_kursad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, Amanda's house. (:&lt;br /&gt;More &amp;amp; more chats.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping about the cutest/hawtest guys with Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"But remember the time I told you the way that I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That I'd be lost without you and never find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's hold onto each other above everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Start over, start over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5628620515332487888?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5628620515332487888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5628620515332487888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-amandas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R-Kl5S-JSLI/AAAAAAAADwU/YxUN03mIWB4/s72-c/cry____by_kursad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2701915572295047648</id><published>2008-03-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:17:27.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; I woke up late, Mr Loo demanded me to come to school right away. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icekimo with Alicia &amp;amp; Crystal after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime. &amp;amp; school tmr. ): I think I have a phobia of going to school. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2701915572295047648?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2701915572295047648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2701915572295047648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-woke-up-late-mr-loo-demanded-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2807426539000736788</id><published>2008-03-18T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:16:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom banned me from using the comp yesterday 'cos I skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I managed to survive the first day of term2 + F&amp;amp;N. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Up till here.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2807426539000736788?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2807426539000736788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2807426539000736788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-banned-me-from-using-comp-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-943927580715792008</id><published>2008-03-16T23:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:26.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church as per normal. Lunch after.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Natazsha &amp;amp; Nurul. Helped them make Annabelle's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Made balloons with absolutly silly faces. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91F2GS506I/AAAAAAAADwE/HDJxcGw2km4/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178371942251090850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91F2GS506I/AAAAAAAADwE/HDJxcGw2km4/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178364829785248338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R90_YGS50lI/AAAAAAAADtg/hSYqGkKLiy4/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178364834080215650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R90_YWS50mI/AAAAAAAADto/CLqbVQhdUsA/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178364834080215666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R90_YWS50nI/AAAAAAAADtw/rwbbDGY1qmc/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178364838375182978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R90_YmS50oI/AAAAAAAADt4/Yy12dO3iPf0/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178369399630451410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91DiGS50tI/AAAAAAAADug/jrSPFVWb9_k/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178369391040516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91DhmS50pI/AAAAAAAADuA/S22tfiqAGyY/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178369395335484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91Dh2S50sI/AAAAAAAADuY/8tf3tB3xUsk/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370035285611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EHGS50uI/AAAAAAAADuo/eZl_o-zRzDg/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370039580578546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EHWS50vI/AAAAAAAADuw/ekMnEhBoxZI/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370043875545858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EHmS50wI/AAAAAAAADu4/TsSmubNR4nM/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370052465480466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EIGS50xI/AAAAAAAADvA/_59M-KFA7QA/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370052465480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EIGS50yI/AAAAAAAADvI/mPYGYeTOnwA/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annabelle wasn't at home, went to her house, and "raided" her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung the string of balloons at her window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck more silly faces on everywhere else in the room. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370988768351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91E-mS505I/AAAAAAAADv8/wG3zAiOeAEw/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370782609920834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EymS500I/AAAAAAAADvY/63REhXqGK6c/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370786904888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91Ey2S501I/AAAAAAAADvg/LzJvWIQ1t9A/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370786904888162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91Ey2S502I/AAAAAAAADvo/3_YC0Eut8KM/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370791199855474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EzGS503I/AAAAAAAADvw/gPbGp4KX6Fk/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178370782609920818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91EymS50zI/AAAAAAAADvQ/WeqD2b5nxVw/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hung out with Alicia after. Loads of chats &amp;amp; laughs, as usual. (:She makes me smile.&amp;amp; milkshake at bubbletea is to die for. It's yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granny's house after. And home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to school tmr. ): Am so not looking forward. Homework is STILL undone. HAHA. &lt;p&gt;Bedtime. Goodnight, you. &lt;p&gt; xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-943927580715792008?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/943927580715792008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/943927580715792008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/church-as-per-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R91F2GS506I/AAAAAAAADwE/HDJxcGw2km4/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6487692993329414352</id><published>2008-03-15T22:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:27.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GB, Lunch, Manda's house, Supermarket, home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolment rehearsal sucked. Seriously. Fuck 'em all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda's house was prolly the highlight of today. Laughing at Viwawa &amp;amp; Audition. Laughing &amp;amp; reminiscing. Laughing &amp;amp; confiding. Laughing &amp;amp; counselling. (: Amanda Lim Le Wei makes me smile a hell lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Banana &amp;amp; Walnut cake, and made Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177977097317634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vevGS50fI/AAAAAAAADso/WxtMFkiIOOY/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177977101612601858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vevWS50gI/AAAAAAAADsw/K8DWxXzlY5g/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177977105907569170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vevmS50hI/AAAAAAAADs4/JdRoTYkXo44/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is currently blank. I don't know what to think anymore.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you guys? I need you all more then ever... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6487692993329414352?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6487692993329414352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6487692993329414352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/gb-lunch-mandas-house-supermarket-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vevGS50fI/AAAAAAAADso/WxtMFkiIOOY/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2647517786366608428</id><published>2008-03-15T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:05:21.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@ Amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;The truth fucking hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2647517786366608428?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2647517786366608428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2647517786366608428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/amandas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-3145582593304226545</id><published>2008-03-15T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:18:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's so bloody irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's doing sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then I look thru my past chatlogs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; start reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;Shite, Kelly-Ann, will you stop reminiscing alr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look, i miss you a hell lot. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-3145582593304226545?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3145582593304226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3145582593304226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-it-when-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2078833374556679427</id><published>2008-03-14T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:48:23.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a flu, &amp;amp; homework is STILL not done. ):&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop bloody procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I helped Mom make dinner today!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; will be baking and making dinner tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's GB tmr, hell.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Tokyo Juliet, a lil' homework, &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2078833374556679427?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2078833374556679427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2078833374556679427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-having-flu-homework-is-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-74406244783201597</id><published>2008-03-14T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:48:27.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>301th post! &amp;amp; new blogskin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I've put up France &amp;amp; Disneyland pics, but um, too lazy to caption 'em. Might do it later in the evening tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get my arse away from the comp &amp;amp; go do homework. It's already Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-74406244783201597?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/74406244783201597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/74406244783201597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/301th-post-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8399978009572270490</id><published>2008-03-14T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T03:13:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;When my head goes into overdrive, I start missing you a hell lot more than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think to myself, why did I ever let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just turn back time to 66days before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks my 300th post. It's been a long way.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my blog.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8399978009572270490?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8399978009572270490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8399978009572270490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-my-head-goes-into-overdrive-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6027382973081823735</id><published>2008-03-13T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:26:47.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining (again) &amp;amp; I'm bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Watching "A Walk To Remember"&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:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.&lt;br /&gt;People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.&lt;br /&gt;But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Green Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Approx. one year ago, I was fretting about Format Drill Competition &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp; that's when you called.) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Thursday, and I've not done a stitch of homework. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6027382973081823735?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6027382973081823735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6027382973081823735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-raining-again-im-bored-as-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2727499203742679664</id><published>2008-03-12T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:39:20.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Wendy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, tuition, rain, rain &amp;amp; more rain. I fucking hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I fucking have to fucking stop saying the word fuck(ing).&lt;br /&gt;K. Tokyo Juliet 's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I can't just pretend I don't fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2727499203742679664?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2727499203742679664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2727499203742679664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-wendy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-756515920269040441</id><published>2008-03-12T13:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:28.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds-2S50XI/AAAAAAAADrI/vOR2H1uLAbA/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176726123668164978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds-2S50XI/AAAAAAAADrI/vOR2H1uLAbA/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_GS50YI/AAAAAAAADrQ/Sj_yc436nz4/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176726127963132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_GS50YI/AAAAAAAADrQ/Sj_yc436nz4/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_WS50ZI/AAAAAAAADrY/90Z7ncnDoo4/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176726132258099602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_WS50ZI/AAAAAAAADrY/90Z7ncnDoo4/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_mS50aI/AAAAAAAADrg/bhd-cEwbsGk/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176726136553066914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds_mS50aI/AAAAAAAADrg/bhd-cEwbsGk/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- 090308, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dsb2S50TI/AAAAAAAADqo/5pNA6geXRQw/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176725522372743474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dsb2S50TI/AAAAAAAADqo/5pNA6geXRQw/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscGS50UI/AAAAAAAADqw/8OpwaaHLFrw/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176725526667710786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscGS50UI/AAAAAAAADqw/8OpwaaHLFrw/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177980151039382050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vhg2S50iI/AAAAAAAADtA/kfaZqbZfF1E/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177980155334349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9vhhGS50jI/AAAAAAAADtI/AhM6RdtpNQQ/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscmS50VI/AAAAAAAADq4/yjmngwlRMC0/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176725535257645394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscmS50VI/AAAAAAAADq4/yjmngwlRMC0/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscmS50WI/AAAAAAAADrA/sUYGrAynWfg/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176725535257645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9dscmS50WI/AAAAAAAADrA/sUYGrAynWfg/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- First Aid Course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-756515920269040441?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/756515920269040441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/756515920269040441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/090308-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9ds-2S50XI/AAAAAAAADrI/vOR2H1uLAbA/s72-c/DSC00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2594297211922325703</id><published>2008-03-11T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:35:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuition, J8, library, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Kelly-Ann, I still have some superglue left. Do you want me to fix anything?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I would like my heart to be fixed, please."&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *Laughs* "I wish I could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it someone would tell you "I'll always be here for you" yet, they never do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop being so fucking selfish and think of others for a change. Oh, I should stop being so fucking jealous too. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days are meant for snuggling up on the couch with your loved one, sipping tea and watching a nice romance movie. Me and my bloody wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold air is getting to me. I'm getting grounchy. Then again, books and nail polish make me happy. It's back to black again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling very irate and bitchy and badly in need of an icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i fucking miss you &amp;amp; fucking need you badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2594297211922325703?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2594297211922325703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2594297211922325703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuition-j8-library-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4575995439353697482</id><published>2008-03-10T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:24:46.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. Woke up horribly late and was late for bloody First Aid Course.&lt;br /&gt;It was alright, I guess. &amp;amp; I fell asleep as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Phone's being a bitch, so no bloody pics.&lt;br /&gt;IceKimo with Alicia, Eunice, Gillian &amp;amp; YanRong after.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bloody glutton, I ate too much icecream &amp;amp; food. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;K. I will stop here now.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days make me remenisce too much.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You're gone away, I'm left alone, a part of me is gone &amp;amp; I'm not moving on, so wait for me. I know the day will come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brownie. Blueberrycheesecakeicecream. Monthsago. Drillcomp. Sweetcomfortingwords. Ayearago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything I bloody do, reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4575995439353697482?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4575995439353697482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4575995439353697482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2303924720880342873</id><published>2008-03-10T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:34:59.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When suffering from insomnia,&lt;br /&gt;paint nails red.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm getting fucking random.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's times like this, not having you here is really unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2303924720880342873?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2303924720880342873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2303924720880342873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-suffering-from-insomnia-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7358671577495664368</id><published>2008-03-09T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:05:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept for church. =X&lt;br /&gt;Met Daryl, Justin, Jerome &amp;amp; Jason in Bishan. Went to Abigail's house to pass her CDs. Walked around  J8. Went to Jason house to watch some horribly boring crappy Singapore horror film. Met Joel at Square2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot with Joel, he was just so fucking gay. "The smell of finely chislled abs" &amp;amp; "You're so hot you evaporate all the water in the pool" Writing spam feedback forms with "Waffle damn power, Cheesecake lagi best, Serving staff damn chio." HAHAH. My ribs ache horribly.&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled the whole of AMK Hub after, got locked out of home, and now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I know how it feels like to be shouted at. I'm sorry for all the times I've shouted at you. Maybe it's too late to say sorry anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You feel a million miles away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch my dramas. ): Tmr's First Aid course. BAH. And, Kelly-Ann WILL get a grip on herself by catching up on past homework, doing F&amp;amp;N Coursework, and revising. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Shower &amp;amp; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7358671577495664368?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7358671577495664368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7358671577495664368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/overslept-for-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1053994651952332721</id><published>2008-03-08T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today; Tuition, lunch, home, sleep, comp. HAHA. I'm such a lazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was great fun. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached too early at the chalet, couldn't check in. &amp;amp; it was raining, resulting in some jumping into the pools fully clothed and stares from some cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BBQ at night, Abby, Amelia, PeiNing and I were frying nuggets &amp;amp; seaweed chicken, messing up the whole kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jumped back into the pool, and got scolded for wearing tees in, so Abby, Alicia and I took off our shirts to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mahjong, Ratatouille, instant noodles and dozing off in the living room at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went to guys bunk at around 5 in the morning with Abby &amp;amp; Alicia. Abby and I dozed off while Alicia played mahjong. -.- Stayed there till Mr Loo chased us off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back, slept for an hour and 45 mins. ): Mac for breakkie, Ratatouille again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abby, Nurul and I made sandwiches for lunch. Too many in fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Swimming again, and filled the jacuzzi with soap. Ran away when the lifguard came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Night Safari at night. I love the place. Dark, serene, but too humid, and maybe a little to dark. Haha. It was enjoyable tho. Slept the night away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Checked out, back to school. Lunch with the girls. Home to sleeeeeeeeep. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll say it again, Chalet was fun. 4truth'08 is love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175398334528606482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9K1XWS50RI/AAAAAAAADqY/mn20lAYmJUU/s320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175398356003442978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9K1YmS50SI/AAAAAAAADqg/vOV3_sQyaG8/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last episode of Bump Off Lover! Like finally. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, Tokyo Juliet. With studying time too, of course. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not bitter about it anymore. But I won't stop wishing/hoping/praying that we will be together again. I'll always remember all the laughter and tears we shared. You were my first true love. And yes, I'll wait for you, until my heart says to let go. I'll always love you. It's been two months, two months of not being together with you. Tough, yes, but I'll persevere. I love you, J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1053994651952332721?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1053994651952332721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1053994651952332721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-tuition-lunch-home-sleep-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R9K1XWS50RI/AAAAAAAADqY/mn20lAYmJUU/s72-c/DSC00069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4587793134303095944</id><published>2008-03-04T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:29.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was a bore. Practically slept thru all the periods, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leap Years with Alicia &amp;amp; Daryl after. The movie was brilliant. I just love happy endings, why don't they happen in real life? Oh, bumped into my primary school friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an hour late for tuition, and was practically day-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something horribly wrong with me today. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class retreat tmr. (: &amp;amp; I'm not packed yet, HAHA. Not many things to pack anw, I'll most prolly go there and sleep my arse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173893229200663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R81cesBN5aI/AAAAAAAADqQ/mkNcZYKKRW4/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daryl's "Summer 2008 Collection". He looks like McDonald's boy, more like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to finish up my show...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a fleeting image of us, walking hand in hand along the banks of the SIngapore River just like we did 5 months ago. &amp;amp; to think, it's been almost a year, since I fell in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4587793134303095944?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4587793134303095944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4587793134303095944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-was-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R81cesBN5aI/AAAAAAAADqQ/mkNcZYKKRW4/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5595675842657866905</id><published>2008-03-03T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:21:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOH Training.&lt;br /&gt;All the gays guys, backside front, water splashing, and the ever hilarious Louis who looks like Wei Huang. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea with Alicia, Eunice, YanRong, Daryl, Gerard, XueYang &amp;amp; Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much." I don't think I'd ever stop reminiscing. I don't think I'd ever stop crying. I don't think I'd ever stop regretting. I don't think you'd ever love me again. I don't think I'd ever forget you. I'd wait for you, to love me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5595675842657866905?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5595675842657866905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5595675842657866905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/goh-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8834905945903688988</id><published>2008-03-02T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church with Daryl, Ivan &amp;amp; Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, Daryl's house, ToaPayoh for performance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo proud of Daryl &amp;amp; Ivan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173150507235335954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q4-lFk3xI/AAAAAAAADnY/IZhRvl2t9PU/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173150533005139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5AFFk3yI/AAAAAAAADng/5dUTMjzZ9-k/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173150541595074354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5AlFk3zI/AAAAAAAADno/sOO3xKfSz7c/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173150550185008962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5BFFk30I/AAAAAAAADnw/_5uD0AN237o/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173150554479976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5BVFk31I/AAAAAAAADn4/lDpvlFiEIq0/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151211609972578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5nlFk32I/AAAAAAAADoA/DSRrLSTRMXg/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151224494874482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5oVFk33I/AAAAAAAADoI/jn88GY41L38/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151228789841794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5olFk34I/AAAAAAAADoQ/GOgQbzovoxY/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151233084809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5o1Fk35I/AAAAAAAADoY/qYJ2rh2DrN8/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151241674743714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q5pVFk36I/AAAAAAAADog/PlNS3UwrAFk/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173152714848526258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q6_FFk37I/AAAAAAAADoo/4_JvUzxdVP0/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173152723438460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q6_lFk38I/AAAAAAAADow/Hq462hrB1FM/s320/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173152723438460882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q6_lFk39I/AAAAAAAADo4/xwym6O2cQe0/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173152732028395490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q7AFFk3-I/AAAAAAAADpA/VhZzB4gc7PU/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173152740618330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q7AlFk3_I/AAAAAAAADpI/-iaJKOmJvxw/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153878784663554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q8C1Fk4AI/AAAAAAAADpQ/_-AAAr3-S64/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153887374598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q8DVFk4BI/AAAAAAAADpY/WtaIgvkWBhs/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153887374598178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q8DVFk4CI/AAAAAAAADpg/9MU9GqID7dU/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153895964532786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q8D1Fk4DI/AAAAAAAADpo/eoU8Idqg4Zw/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153904554467394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q8EVFk4EI/AAAAAAAADpw/fG6XnOjapvM/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155064195637330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q9H1Fk4FI/AAAAAAAADp4/oitsSclk9j8/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155068490604642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q9IFFk4GI/AAAAAAAADqA/k_-oMGuFezA/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155072785571954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q9IVFk4HI/AAAAAAAADqI/hy0K5jm6rXs/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm awfully happy today. With all the jokes, singing, laughing, Daryl the McDonald service crew. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tmr's GOH training. Let's see what Gerard Su's "fantastic" formation is.. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe I'm feeling estactically happy, just 'cos I spend almost the whole day with you. It felt - almost - like the old days again. Oh, how i reminisce. It was bliss, just talking to you. I know, I'm easily satisfied.  I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8834905945903688988?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8834905945903688988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8834905945903688988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/church-with-daryl-ivan-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8q4-lFk3xI/AAAAAAAADnY/IZhRvl2t9PU/s72-c/IMG_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6921281739628126670</id><published>2008-03-01T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:53:39.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GB as per normal. I tell you, the Sec2s are brilliant in drill! I'm very very impressed. (:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Alicia, Jaselyn, Gillian, YanRong, Ivan &amp;amp; Jeevanesh.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with Ivan after, chetted loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Ivan, thank you for hearing me out, telling me to do what's right and all. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happier, after pouring my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't believe a few simple messages can lift my spirits up so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I must sleep early today, church tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I trust you. Unconditional love, yes. I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. 'Cos it'll tear me apart to let go of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6921281739628126670?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6921281739628126670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6921281739628126670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/03/gb-as-per-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-3810336970224842921</id><published>2008-02-29T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skipped school, woke up late. =X&lt;br /&gt;GOH training after. Horrible experience. Last year was so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the girls after, and had to leave halfway as I totally forgot the time.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to ToaPayoh to see the BB Band perform. and I was too late. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Gerard, Daryl &amp;amp; Chin Guan eat dinner. Then watched Ivan &amp;amp; Jeevanesh eat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of chats and fun. Cheered me up a whole lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Alicia, Jaselyn &amp;amp; YanRong for being there for me during my mini cry-fest. Love you girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Gerard will kill me! He cut his hair AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172420586133315314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8ghHlFk3vI/AAAAAAAADnI/-H9FKRGo6wA/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172420594723249922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8ghIFFk3wI/AAAAAAAADnQ/tAxJ-mF4xak/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, sleep early, get up early, go to school early, polish boots for YanRong &amp;amp; Alicia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At the sound of the hit, my heart literally cracked. I absolutely cannot bring myself to believe. I really want to hear your side of the story. Talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-3810336970224842921?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3810336970224842921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3810336970224842921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/skipped-school-woke-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8ghHlFk3vI/AAAAAAAADnI/-H9FKRGo6wA/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2599248140371336684</id><published>2008-02-28T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:05:22.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school during recess. Woke up late, as usual. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Math test was brilliant! (: Tuition and listening in class pays off.&lt;br /&gt;K. Homework time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on a mask and head to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ever felt as though you knew someone, yet you realised you didn't? Ever loved someone so much, you over look all his mistakes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2599248140371336684?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2599248140371336684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2599248140371336684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-school-during-recess.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-992353512618376937</id><published>2008-02-27T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:49:04.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Gillian. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was stupendously boring. (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've got a baaaaad feeling about tmr, I skipped detention again!&lt;br /&gt;Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sleepy to do anything, I'll go study some math though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those days of spilling milo on books at FoodJunction, eating at PastaMania everyday, for one week in a row, craving for SakaeSushi, drinking greentea &amp;amp; vitasoy. I'm not just hungry, I'm hungry for more memories with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still refuse to believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-992353512618376937?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/992353512618376937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/992353512618376937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-gillian.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7496613482044198540</id><published>2008-02-26T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:33.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Town with Daryl today. Finally got all my presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a new book too. (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171263280984289730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8QEjjcW8cI/AAAAAAAADnA/mNrK_7j2zDw/s320/allenunwinharvestingthehear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping &amp;amp; reading makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will have more self-control today and only watch one episode of Bump Off Lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(pot calling the kettle black)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to doing the proposal for drill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I refuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7496613482044198540?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7496613482044198540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7496613482044198540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/town-with-daryl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8QEjjcW8cI/AAAAAAAADnA/mNrK_7j2zDw/s72-c/allenunwinharvestingthehear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8406760991524216185</id><published>2008-02-25T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:33.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh joy! I grew a centimetre and put on a kilo! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank and lunch with Hyun Jun after school. He was so bloody free, hence he accompanied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I spent 2 hours at math tuition, my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here I am pigging out on a Crunchie. Comfort food. (: (no wonder I gain weight like crazy. k, I'm exaggerating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170902014105153970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8K7_DcW8bI/AAAAAAAADm4/zJcX0YhX3IA/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I screamed your name at the stars, 'til i lost my voice. I'd give my life for you" You know how it feels like to be this close physically, yet miles away emotionally? I do. It happened today. Why can't things be like the way they were? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8406760991524216185?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8406760991524216185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8406760991524216185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-joy-i-grew-centimetre-and-put-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8K7_DcW8bI/AAAAAAAADm4/zJcX0YhX3IA/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6419665586937650464</id><published>2008-02-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:34.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Church! Finally, after 3 weeks of guilty conscience. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558150433501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8GDPjcW8ZI/AAAAAAAADmo/2W5_7OSYGok/s320/DSC05545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558154728468898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8GDPzcW8aI/AAAAAAAADmw/T6RhtD8GATY/s320/DSC05546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, town. I want that Miss Know-it-all jumper. Bloody $126. Oh well. Bubble tea with A &amp;amp; J, heartfelt thoughts, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558146138534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8GDPTcW8YI/AAAAAAAADmg/74DIDmzvq9U/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with Ashvini, digressed a whole lot. Still, was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's overseas. Aunt's place now. Aunt smashed my whole bottle of perfume by accident. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hopelessly addicted to Bump Off Lover. It's freaky, yet, I'm addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my homwork ain't done. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my show. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know what you're thinking. 'Cos you're always on my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6419665586937650464?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6419665586937650464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6419665586937650464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/church-finally-after-3-weeks-of-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8GDPjcW8ZI/AAAAAAAADmo/2W5_7OSYGok/s72-c/DSC05545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4072655765616505895</id><published>2008-02-23T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;220208:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday Malcolm &amp;amp; Serene. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Chem practical on my own. Achievement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170201693917737330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8A_DDcW8XI/AAAAAAAADmY/4zZUAvNXTDA/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presented Malcolm with his muffins during recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;210208's version;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170201672442900818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8A_BzcW8VI/AAAAAAAADmI/kPTLgwAbRPI/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170201681032835426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8A_CTcW8WI/AAAAAAAADmQ/LxdER2-IUp8/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went home, slept from 5 plus till 8 the next morning. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;230208:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late for GB. Sigh. Commanded for drill, as stupid SGT JASELYN LIM didn't want to. She assessed instead. Wtf. Lunch. Home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addicted to "Bump Off Lover" I shall put off "Tokyo Juliet" for another time. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamt of you. &amp;amp; didn't see you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4072655765616505895?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4072655765616505895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4072655765616505895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/220208-happy-birthday-malcolm-serene.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R8A_DDcW8XI/AAAAAAAADmY/4zZUAvNXTDA/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7408793165309162619</id><published>2008-02-21T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:44:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading my old posts. Very old posts.&lt;br /&gt;I realised something, I never did treasure what I had (&lt;em&gt;especially you&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; I was always complaining about one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to change, yes?&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up, I'd never. (&lt;em&gt;on you&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7408793165309162619?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7408793165309162619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7408793165309162619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/was-reading-my-old-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8149015666810835101</id><published>2008-02-21T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:31:52.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biology &amp;amp; Chemistry structured revision programme today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Crystal's house to bake cupcakes for Malcolm (Malcom according to Niki). "Spied" on those playing Tchoukball, talked random crap about SOME people (haha), made a helluva mess. It was a mad rush to clean up, Crystal finishing the icing, Niki washing all the equipment, and I cleaning the table. And I'm so bloody sick of those sugar vanilla cookies. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home late. Very very very very tired, my eyes need toothpicks to hold the lids up. ): &amp;amp; I smell of sugar and flour. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tmr's Friday. (: Go home and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. &amp;amp; maybe watch a drama or two. Finally. And GB on Saturday. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling's tearing me slowly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8149015666810835101?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8149015666810835101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8149015666810835101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/biology-chemistry-structured-revision.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6585701216601045173</id><published>2008-02-20T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:44:14.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody goddamn tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;English "supplementry" &amp;amp; tuition.&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's tonnes of homework piling up.&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever going to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Princess is done!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Tokyo Juliet. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd do anything, just to hold you in my arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6585701216601045173?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6585701216601045173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6585701216601045173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-bloody-goddamn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6184868280147129591</id><published>2008-02-19T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:30:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;Slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;Watery eyes, runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;Finally gonna complete my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I still can't stop thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6184868280147129591?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6184868280147129591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6184868280147129591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/skipped-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6883198635054502782</id><published>2008-02-18T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:00:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can a simple snetence spoil the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;Is it even the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I feel as tho I'm sliding, downhill.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels as tho it's wrenched out from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6883198635054502782?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6883198635054502782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6883198635054502782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-can-simple-snetence-spoil-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-520906628022183684</id><published>2008-02-17T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:09:29.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. Have not been to church for 3 weeks alr. I feel so empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was snacking on some V Day goodies, and I must say Esther's cookies were delicious. Very light and crispy, sort of melts in the mouth. Alicia's and Abby's tasted flour-y. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese dramas can give me heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I need to do my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-520906628022183684?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/520906628022183684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/520906628022183684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/k_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4310913169927568267</id><published>2008-02-16T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:35.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leadership Conference today. The speakers were great, however, campfire was totally redundant. Melissa's parents sent the gang to J8, and Crystal, Alicia &amp;amp; I headed to IceKimo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167602684652876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDQzcW8QI/AAAAAAAADlg/VwVmxbd6ado/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167602693242810642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDRTcW8RI/AAAAAAAADlo/Y9qBZKC8CFU/s320/DSC02315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167602697537777954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDRjcW8SI/AAAAAAAADlw/5Z9o25IDnWw/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167602701832745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDRzcW8TI/AAAAAAAADl4/r3YoosRrjfE/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167602706127712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDSDcW8UI/AAAAAAAADmA/nmGOmJwx44s/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learnt a lot today. I have to learn to think with my mind, not my heart. Sigh. Anw, I'm really "inspired" by the speakers. HAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, I think I'll go watch my Romantic Princess, since Gossip Girl isn't out yet. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4310913169927568267?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4310913169927568267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4310913169927568267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/leadership-conference-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7cDQzcW8QI/AAAAAAAADlg/VwVmxbd6ado/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-1401717814979991014</id><published>2008-02-15T22:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130208: Skipped school. Crystal's house to bake. Icing went awfully wrong. Mark sent me to tution. Got V day presents after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140208: Happy Valentine's Day. (: Got Alicia, Gillian, Jaselyn, Crystal, Daryl, Ivan, Siva &amp;amp; Jason a rose, card and chocolate. Gave the rest cards and choccies. Thank you everyone for chocs/cookies/cakes/cards/flowers/ (: Was supposed to meet Daryl, but he decided to go find Alyssa as I had remedial. &lt;em&gt;What a wonderful twin.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; Alicia, Jaselyn &amp;amp; Gillian went to watch a movie, &lt;em&gt;cos they thought i was going out with Daryl. &lt;/em&gt;Lovely. Spent the rest of the day with Ashvini, Amanda, Yanrong, Priscilla, EeVon, Yizhen, Serene.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243144350593266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W8QzcW8PI/AAAAAAAADlY/I9WtpzbAwDw/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237479288729682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W3HDcW8FI/AAAAAAAADkI/oeXB-NEgMAY/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237492173631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W3HzcW8GI/AAAAAAAADkQ/LLBOrlR0Es8/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237496468598898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W3IDcW8HI/AAAAAAAADkY/mttHqihElLE/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237500763566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W3ITcW8II/AAAAAAAADkg/fhWp8-hLpXs/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167237505058533522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W3IjcW8JI/AAAAAAAADko/wgbSpfjiu7c/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167241830090600610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W7ETcW8KI/AAAAAAAADkw/-3WtoB1TuZc/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167242431386022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W7nTcW8LI/AAAAAAAADk4/--TeHzVbMJs/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167242598889746626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W7xDcW8MI/AAAAAAAADlA/KTIO88JXd48/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167242774983405778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W77TcW8NI/AAAAAAAADlI/tGSSRXAeyo8/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167242968256934114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W8GjcW8OI/AAAAAAAADlQ/D8B9b9Hg_kI/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167228210749304866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7WurjcW8CI/AAAAAAAADjw/d50I0iRbpxk/s400/DSC02279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;150208: Tuition after school. Rushed straight to the airport, Mark's leaving today. Was late, please. Terminal 3 is beautiful. Uncle Steven sent me home. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167228236519108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7WutDcW8EI/AAAAAAAADkA/4f5O4urIzak/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch tons of movies. &amp;amp; do homework. &amp;amp; revise. Sigh. Leadership conference tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167228232224141362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7WuszcW8DI/AAAAAAAADj4/eah1Pzw2Xj8/s400/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've been having recurring dreams. it's scary. i've been dreaming of you too. somehow, i can't let go of you, but love you more. sometimes i wonder if you still love me, the way i love you. why did i let you go? pray, kelly-ann, pray. trust GOD. And i do wonder who my friends really are. Really. I'm sick of putting on a mask, everyday i go to school. Fuck the whole world. maybeit'sbesttobealone. imisshavingYOUaround, totalkto, toconfidein. please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K. Sleep time. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-1401717814979991014?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1401717814979991014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/1401717814979991014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-lot-of-things-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R7W8QzcW8PI/AAAAAAAADlY/I9WtpzbAwDw/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5941718766738244923</id><published>2008-02-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:24:41.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>William Ho is a complete arse. He was so bloody agitated when he was recording the late-comers. Why the fuck is he a bloody DM anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick form home today. For once, I didn't fake sick.&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing headache, feel like heaving the whole content of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it feel like to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop to normal, change schools.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an emontional rollercoaster that's never gonna halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD, are you there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5941718766738244923?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5941718766738244923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5941718766738244923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/william-ho-is-complete-arse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-845590163882898775</id><published>2008-02-11T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:09:06.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;I made peace with 2 people, 1 more to go. (:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese dramas are highly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating, again.&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better in days, really.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling lasts, tho.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day coming, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;K, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope I'm running a fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-845590163882898775?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/845590163882898775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/845590163882898775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6797082959054962748</id><published>2008-02-10T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:47:03.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Homework's piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you just get a fucking grip on yourself, Kelly-Ann?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6797082959054962748?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6797082959054962748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6797082959054962748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-7282253243851607126</id><published>2008-02-10T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:47:15.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My long weekend is nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've got a new phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am suddenly having one too many flachbacks of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-7282253243851607126?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7282253243851607126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/7282253243851607126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-long-weekend-is-nearly-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8604209275291656421</id><published>2008-02-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:37:25.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations at school yesterday was boring shite. Went shopping (again) with Alicia and Jaselyn. Alicia finally got her New Year clothes after walking around for sooo long. And I bloody hell spent money again. Tunic, dress, pumps. (:&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Granny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives came over. I isolated myself by playing Sims2. But I gotta say that my niece and nephew are adorable! Spent the whole day bumming around. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly gonna bum around till Sunday. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a new phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Dramas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8604209275291656421?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8604209275291656421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8604209275291656421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-930228051071522657</id><published>2008-02-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:28:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could turn back time, I would.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Dramas &amp;amp; Red Nail Polish is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good trip, Twin. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-930228051071522657?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/930228051071522657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/930228051071522657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-could-turn-back-time-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-5853809985031761521</id><published>2008-02-04T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:44:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh oh, went shoping with Alicia yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;New school shoes, Paul Frank shirt, David&amp;amp;Goliath tee, White jeans.&lt;br /&gt;She got cream/yellow school shoes and Brazilian Pralas(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a new pair of Havianas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-5853809985031761521?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5853809985031761521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/5853809985031761521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-oh-went-shoping-with-alicia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8117627971256777277</id><published>2008-02-04T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:13:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you, Andy.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is your fucking problem. I don't give a fuck that you were hallucinating and seeing cats everywhere. Why can't you do something more fucking constructive then wasting fucking messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8117627971256777277?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8117627971256777277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8117627971256777277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-you-andy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-2790216719558853664</id><published>2008-02-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:17:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get married, have two kids, and live in the suburbs on the outskirts of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-2790216719558853664?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2790216719558853664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/2790216719558853664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-get-married-have-two-kids-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8147077406339905230</id><published>2008-02-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:26:31.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels as though it's 1-2am in the morning alr.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Drama serials are keeping me entertained. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't stop thinking of what we used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8147077406339905230?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8147077406339905230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8147077406339905230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-feels-as-though-its-1-2am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-4799687966358495617</id><published>2008-02-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:20:29.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sleepless nights, tired mornings, appetite's lost, eyes puffy, voice hoarse, moodless emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of February. January has been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school again. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I wonder why I made you leave, when all I can think about now is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two parts of my heart seemed to have left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bestfriend for 3years, Bfriend for 8 months. I have just lost 2 parts of me. Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-4799687966358495617?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4799687966358495617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/4799687966358495617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepless-nights-tired-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-3390380453570026114</id><published>2008-01-30T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R6CI0UbKUVI/AAAAAAAADiw/NZO6Z7wc5z4/s1600-h/PAIN_by_jerishoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161275605383795026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R6CI0UbKUVI/AAAAAAAADiw/NZO6Z7wc5z4/s400/PAIN_by_jerishoots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has got to be the absolute worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the date, received bad news, and tell tales have been on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wish I could dig a hole in the ground and curl up, or blow my brains out, or cry until my eyeballs fall out. Hah. Better yet, I feel like ripping out my heart, squeezing in till all the blood come out, and all that's left is pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been dreaming of you a lot. I remember those little things, you put mayo into your mom's fried rice, you eat your fries before the burger, or how you hate to smile with teeth 'cos you think you look ugly. I remember the day you got apple strudel flakes all over the couch. I remember the days we swapped MSNs and display names. I remember you always asking to go to the swings like a little child. I still remember a lot of things.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I would do anything, to have you back again. The balloon you gave me exactly 5 months ago, has not burst yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are friends when you need them? Who can you trust? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-3390380453570026114?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3390380453570026114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/3390380453570026114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-has-got-to-be-absolute-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R6CI0UbKUVI/AAAAAAAADiw/NZO6Z7wc5z4/s72-c/PAIN_by_jerishoots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-598322145586935891</id><published>2008-01-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:20:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked GOD for an older brother, HE gave me quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's leaving. Met him for lunch and icecream. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling the best of days, so I think I'll just get my homework done and sleep. You know how it feels just to sit and do absolutely nothing? I miss life.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i get my hopes up, and i watch them fall everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-598322145586935891?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/598322145586935891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/598322145586935891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-asked-god-for-older-brother-he-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-8160233136730161786</id><published>2008-01-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:48:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drill Instructor Qualifying test sucked - literally.&lt;br /&gt;Commands were weird, timings were weird, movements were weird. There goes my dream of being a DI, hah. What's done is done, no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, lunch, town, home, study. I will not screw up my life by screwing up Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New book! Perfect Match. Books make me happy. (: Nineteen Minutes is still haunting my mind tho. There's just too many unexplained things. Can she really hate the way she loves him so much, till she shoots him? I think it can. The bloody book's disturbing. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang studying. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-8160233136730161786?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8160233136730161786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/8160233136730161786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/01/drill-instructor-qualifying-test-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-6390484483037318925</id><published>2008-01-25T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am, still rushing homework in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Level results out yesterday. The tension in the hall was felt by the 4Es &amp;amp; 5Ns too. Ugh. To think in approx 365 days, my batch will be getting our results. ): Scary scary. And to think I'm still not that motivated to get my arse up and study, instead of sleep. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this is what we did during recess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159080967289849026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R5i8zkbKRMI/AAAAAAAADIc/-DnlHNrYBDw/s400/24012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda loves her banana. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BACK TO F&amp;amp;N.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-6390484483037318925?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6390484483037318925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/6390484483037318925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-i-am-still-rushing-homework-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/R5i8zkbKRMI/AAAAAAAADIc/-DnlHNrYBDw/s72-c/24012008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28926687.post-598306263279430315</id><published>2008-01-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:38:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What goes around really comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly-Ann, please change for the better. Don't give up so easily. Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28926687-598306263279430315?l=insaniia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/598306263279430315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28926687/posts/default/598306263279430315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniia.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-goes-around-really-comes-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly-Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05521154181242042858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rr28vk2zEtk/SYeTAYxQRHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/nMAv-SX5xQs/S220/DSC00992.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
