<?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-7472439845992231566</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:21:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do nuts to stay sane ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5820464569206879252</id><published>2011-08-18T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T02:13:55.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know this post would never end this problem, but I just want to make this clear to people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Most of you would know, my best friend is a guy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Because he’s a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;guy&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; people think the Hollywood magic would happen; ‘’Oh they’re going to couple for sure!’’. And when it is denied, people think; ‘’Ok, he likes her. That’s definitely why he’s so close to her’’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fine. People tend to stereotype that way. That’s normal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But what’s not normal is how matters get out of hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let me just list it out for all you ignorant idiots.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because he’s &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;malay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, certain people disapprove of our bond. For instance, my grandpa. He thinks it’s unsightly I am so close to a guy, especially a malay. Then there’s my dad, not disapproving about us, but in general, brings him into any complaints he has over political issues. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nowadays when I do date or hope to date, the guys would start to point fingers at him, insisting he likes me and how cowardly he is to not man up about his ‘true’ feelings. Then they start insulting him, hating him, and just treat him like a convict.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This hacker who apparently liked me tried to sabotage his internet life because the hacker believes that he is a threat to my life, therefore trying to erase him from being my best friend. Even though it was proven that my best friend is here to&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;help&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cause whatever stupid nonsense the hacker believed, he was still hacked so that the hacker can prove he likes me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So here’s my defence for what I believe in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So what if he is not Chinese?!?? At least he’s there to give me support, be the shoulder to cry on when everyone in my family is busy cursing at each other!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So what &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;he does like me? Why does that concern you bastards?! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; he does, shouldn’t I be worried, NOT you??? Oh, so you’re trying to ‘warn’ me?? You think I’ve never heard of this nonsense since we became friends??? Even if it’s true, he KNOWS I would never like him that way, and we would still be friends after he confessed. And I’m not saying this is true, but that would happen if it is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He got hacked, it’s my entire fault, and yet he doesn’t blame me for it. His conversations were stalked, small and stupid hints of him liking me were emailed to me by the hacker, and so many silly things happened just cause he is my best friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4)&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Only a month or so ago, my ‘best friend’ IMed me saying he likes me, telling how he never said it before because he was scared. He even told my other friend. The next day when I tried to confirm the truth, when he didn’t pick up my call, I called my other friend to get her to contact him instead. When he finally answered my call, he confirmed it was the HACKER, not him. But the damage was done. My other friend was so in believe with what the liar said, she screamed at my best friend for denying the truth. And ever since then, she has been believing he actually DOES like me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just so you know…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It hurts;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That people accuse you as if you’re blind about the situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When other guys you considered dating accuse your best friend without knowing the truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When people are so stubborn they don’t think the whole situation thoroughly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When one of your good friends whom you trust would know the truth, is siding with the disbelievers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That whenever this happens, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;without fail my best friend would say he is sorry when he is not the one at wrong. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If people started rumours about your best friend, how would YOU feel? What if people talked lies about your family, won’t YOU feel like your heart is being ripped out??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I am in a foul mood, I would snap at him at treat him unfairly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I am crying, I would tell him about events in painstakingly full detail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I am under stress, I would lose my patience over him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I am lazy, I ignore him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And yet here he is, still taking in whatever shyte I give him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All these traits, can be found within a good friend. Be it guy or girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I chose to be friends with a guy, and I picked the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why; you people have no rights to say anything about this. NO rights at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you’re still so blind as to think I’m being blind, then YOU are the blind one because you have never been in my shoes. So shut the hell up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and I would never shed a tear for a guy. No guy is worth a girl’s tears unless they are happy tears. As for all the tears I’ve shed in this ‘unnecessary’ battle of friendship for 2.5 years, they are to pity the blind ass*****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5820464569206879252?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5820464569206879252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-friend-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5820464569206879252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5820464569206879252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-friend-drama.html' title='Best Friend drama'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3256557111285962380</id><published>2011-04-18T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:48:44.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a failure :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m such a lazy person! I left my blog dead.. Sowee bloggie! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hols has started! So far I’ve managed to lose my mp3, recover it in my washing machine, and took my driving test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m not gonna lie, imma gonna go back to Coll to use the library. Hey! I know you guys are going to say I’m such a nerd, but I just wanna prepare myself for next sem (which is supposed to be harder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If I almost died in the last sem, imagine the next one… Whoooo dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sooooo… Driving. I FAILED. Stupid right. I know. So far there are a few people who called me noob and such, thinking it’s funny. Well, I know it’s noobish and all, but I just don’t get why you people can’t be a lil more sympathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Exam can be taken ONLY on Mondays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The earliest date that’s free is 23 MAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My coll starts on the 9th of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So that means I need to skip class, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What if, my class is an important class? Something you can’t miss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What if, it’s a class where I need to hand up important works?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sureee it might take half a day, but going back, I have to wait for the other students to be done, that means I only reach SS2 at 1pm, earliest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to get to Asia Jaya, then wait for a bus to go coll. That would take an hour, earliest. So I’d be back in coll by 2 - 3, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss full day class lo, if Mondays are full days la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Then let’s assume I fail… AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Prob wait for another 1 month or so, and that’s when coll work piles up. Then I miss class(es) twice adi. Get warning letter lo (3 miss classes = fail sub).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I waited until today to take it cause it’s sem break, no classes to miss. But now, wasted. Just cause in the end, I did a very small mistake. VERY small. But it still counts, what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s not funny. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3256557111285962380?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3256557111285962380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-such-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3256557111285962380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3256557111285962380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-such-failure.html' title='I&apos;m such a failure :('/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-9087882045866943921</id><published>2011-03-12T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:25:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m going to be blunt here. This is going to be an emo post so if you’re not in the mood for this, just stop reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m also not in the mood for advice. I KNOW what’s my problem and I KNOW how to handle it. I just want to vent out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So today I went out with my friends to do some project stuff. Was in Summit, my 1st time there in a super duper long time, and I had my eye set on these shoes that were on 70% discount. It’s a simple shoe, and after discount was for RM18. So I thought hey, worth it, so I bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Taking the bus to someplace else, I sat right at the back. I left my shoes on the floor. And I guess you’d know what happened next…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot to take them down with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, I’m pissed cuz I actually don’t have much cash on me, and was not supposed to spend money but I did. So yeah, I spent cash and got nothing in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Secondly, I had someone who rubbed into my face about this and certain stuff. It was annoying and it secretly hurt me more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Thirdly, I’m fucking pissed at myself for being so stupid. Not only stupid with this, but the whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And so, I’m mainly pissed at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;See, on Monday many people didn’t bring the materials needed for a class (myself included). We got a mini lecture from my lecturer which of course, were wise words. I blame myself, cuz I know and understand what he said, and yet I was too lazy to have made sure I got the materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday, I didn’t get to finish my home assignment, and was one of the few responsible for making the lecturer lectured the class. It really stung my pride and all. I know her words were blunt for a reason, but it frigging hurts. I was having an internal argument the entire of the class period, so bad till I did my work half heartedly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 1 : You know, I didn’t get to finish it last night cuz I was sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 2 : But if you’d waken earlier, you could’ve finish it. But nooo, you just HAD to ignore your alarm. So much for discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 1 : But I still wasn’t feeling well! I can’t be blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 2 : Bullshit. You took the pills this morning when you still felt ill and now look, you’re fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 3 : Can’t blame her! You know what’d happen if she’d not rested last night! She should tell the lecturer she was sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 2 : And what, get another lecture? For being irresponsible and immature? She could’ve instead finished it another day! She’d prob get a ‘serve you right’for doing it last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 1 : But I was sick.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Voice 3 : Like, shut the effing hell up. You’re simply making excuses for your weakness. Just put on your fucking thick face like you know you should and SHUT UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But I eventually brushed it away. And that night, I made the stupid childish mistake again. I knew if I were to sleep, I will end up sleeping an extra hour. But I thought if I set my alarm earlier, I’d wake up in time. So I slept… And woke up 3 hours late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was so furious with myself. Here I go again, rushing my assignments. I made the same mistake again. Its like, when will I ever learn?!?!?! I know myself, and yet I repeat the same mistake. And today this happens. Is this God’s way of teaching me a lesson? That I should really stop making bad decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m simply pissed at myself. Just super pissed. And downright disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I know I need to move on, but I just want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Like, wtf is wrong with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So what if you’re tired and sick, everyone is feeling the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just shut the fuck up Maddie and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9087882045866943921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9087882045866943921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7952674328464734971</id><published>2011-02-07T10:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:23:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left my blog dead for appx 27 days. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not THAT busy but I’d a lot going on. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve adjusted to coll well so far, so I’m not worried. But I heard starting from the 5th week (which is next week!) it’d get tougher. Oh well, if life gives you candy, get cavity eh? As in, just work hard for it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lameness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was kinda quiet this year. I didn’t get to see many relatives. And horror of all horror, I had my menstrual cramps on the 1st day of CNY! Thank God my friends were understanding :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had lotsa drama going on lately. You people would think its nonsense, and I guess it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy(s) drama(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, leads me to typing about my dramas x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family drama has been getting worst. Well, not as bad as last time but I’m kinda losing my patience. It’s really getting me down and tbh, the solution to the problem is very complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the guy(s) drama(s). I’ve two major ones. Yay, you’ll expect exciting stuff right? Like how I commit affair with a married man, bla bla, or a typical triangle or just puppy love. Hahahaha sorry la but it ain’t that. Its;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Guy A has been stalking my chats with my best friend. He’s anonymous and oh, did I mention he admires me? Well I think it’s admired now, but I don’t care. Did I also mention he wants to sabotage my friend? Lovely ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guy B.. Have been liking him for 2 years, had lots of ups and downs with him (mostly downs…sry dude!). I guess its considered a cat and dog situation? Lotsa chasing but no results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done to improve my drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally taken the first step of trying to resolve my family probs.. So far so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker? He finally terminated all attempts to stalk my friend and I for a certain reason. He’s GONE, my privacy’s back! But I’ve a feeling he’ll be back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy B? Finally, I got the ultimate answer. I hate being blunt but I couldn’t stand it anymore (sorry! I didn’t mean to :( ). So yea finally, its over. 2 years. Over. I don’t feel glad tho. I guess I knew it’d end like how I’d expected it.. But hey, still enjoyed the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have 1 main drama to focus on. And pray, I really really hope it stays that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with an empty feeling in my tummy. I thought it perfect, because it felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and it was all I'd ever wanted. It feels as if I've lost a great opportunity in life. Now, I can't help but expect to wake up with your msg on my phone. But I'd to stop myself and remind myself its over. Things feel blank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe its cuz I’m hungwee :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7952674328464734971?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7952674328464734971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/02/drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7952674328464734971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7952674328464734971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/02/drama.html' title='Drama :)'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1683211438639177693</id><published>2011-01-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:39:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! 11-01-11!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I’m considered a coll kid *boblikestoremindmecoughcough* so I’ll just blog about coll so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited about the orientation so yeah, tho it was long, I enjoyed it :D I’ll summarise about it kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day : Briefings on how to use the student site, library, lab bookings. Eric Leong briefed us about interior design, he joked lots. We formed our group for the following day’s group activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno Eric Leong? Tengok ni; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Eric-Leong/781847883#!/profile.php?id=781847883"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/people/Eric-Leong/781847883#!/profile.php?id=781847883&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude likes his pricey ice cream btw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day : We went Sunway Lagoon!!!! Best kannnn? Kinda. We were given 4 photos, and we’ve to find the location based on the photo to get our tasks. Tasks finished, we’re handed words which we’ve to join in the end of the course. My group decided to look for the task slips before heading off to the task. The tasks included frog jumps, a ride on Grand Canyon and a slide, AND my favourite *notreally*, the suspension bridge. But since it rained, that section was closed so we had to ride on the Tomohawk! Its that ship thingy that turns 360 degrees.. Awesome la x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day : Briefing on deadlines, penalties, etc. And a speech *or lesson, as he proposed it was* from our principal. Got our materials and student ID too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the first day of classes. I had History of Art *gasps!* and Finished Art. History ain’t that bad, we’ll be learning more on Western stuff for now (Y). Greek history next week, can’t wait! Finished art is like your..err.. pop up art and packaging stuff. Its ok, tedious tho with all the measurements -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had computer graphics design only. My lecturer taught us the basic tools in Illustrator and we played around with polygons. Wheee! So fun :D We were also handed our assignment briefing and well, it LOOKS awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with new friends today too. Watched Paranormal Activity 2, had lunch, played pool and bowling. Haha! They’re really nice people, but I miss my old ones :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stop now. Gotta play with me bunnies then try and finish HP6 *dumbledoregonnadiefishfishfishfish!* and sleep. Gotta wake up early to teman a new friend to coll. Hehehe. She reminds me of someone too! Just can’t figure out who…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookalikes everywhere! Aieee! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1683211438639177693?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1683211438639177693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-11-01-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1683211438639177693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1683211438639177693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-11-01-11.html' title='Look! 11-01-11!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2458607946272657275</id><published>2010-12-31T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:05:11.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010+1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 hours and 2010 will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tbh, I’m kinda sad yet glad its over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There goes my final year at school, imma gonna miss my friends! :O&lt;br /&gt;* No more scouts and other clubs! Aaaw damnn :(&lt;br /&gt;* Free days are now over! Aiee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* SPM is overrrr!! Wheeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;* A new chapter awaits in 2011. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve made valuable friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;* I’m leaving the old drama behind for good! Ptf, take that you b&amp;amp;%*^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I’ve made my resolutions already. Staying at home with nothing but Harry Potter to entertain me made me excited for this. Eeeeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just enjoy every moment I can get *cliché I know!*&lt;br /&gt;2) I MUST and NEED to still hang out with my friends! Gawd I still need you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Work hard in college cause damn, I need to stop procrastinating :O&lt;br /&gt;4) Smile more, less emo+pms = less botox + suicidal attempts :P&lt;br /&gt;5) Less drama with boys please! I don’t want wtv I had in 2010 to repeat itself, they ain’t worth it &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;6) I needa be more adventurous! Unleash my wild side (Y)!&lt;br /&gt;7) Don’t ever ever, ever change myself just to please people, cuz heck, I’m unique! *cheh perasan* :P&lt;br /&gt;8) I need to start working out soon :/&lt;br /&gt;9) Dei, cepat get a new hp and a laptop! A phone that dies and butt ache ain’t nice x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) I wanna dye my hair a shade of purple, blonde or red :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;11) Imma gonna appreciate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YA, NO MATTER WHAT! Heeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011! I’ve a good feeling about you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2458607946272657275?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2458607946272657275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/20101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2458607946272657275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2458607946272657275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/20101.html' title='2010+1'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7341055541866829049</id><published>2010-12-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:32:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.S.S. U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life’s been quiet nowadays, what’s with prom done and I’m waiting for my ‘L’. Bob’s in Singapore, Imp backpacking in Australia, and Ee in Johor/ Sg so yeah, life’s kinda lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I know I should be skipping with joy now that I’m about to start college! I should be ecstatic my New Year’s shopping will be done soon! I should be excited I’m gonna have my virgin ears pierced (finally)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am. But its not over the top joy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it so soon, but I miss my friends! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have other friends but these 3 are like, my bros and sis. I need someone to talk to, to laugh with, to just be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since emotionally, I’m not doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe all of these nonsense to my PMSing tho -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I just miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon! :’(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7341055541866829049?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7341055541866829049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7341055541866829049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7341055541866829049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-u.html' title='M.I.S.S. U'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6362187932379684970</id><published>2010-12-19T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:11:55.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone stop me!! :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I expected my holiday to be filled with relaxation. Lazing around, eating lots, sleeping, hanging out with friends.. The usual stuff, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t expect to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* fall sick&lt;br /&gt;* be given a task I thought people forgot about&lt;br /&gt;* run around trying to accomplish it while feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;* volunteer to help someone out&lt;br /&gt;* end up exhausted from the work load given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, lookie the bright side… I’m cured of my food poisoning! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been busy with prom stuff mostly. I volunteered to help with door gifts, and well, there were certain problems with it.. Ohhhhh, I just got an sms from Jiunn Jie. Hallelujah, I’m saved! Ok so lets skip this part, problem solved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this girl needed help with deco, so kinda pitying her I volunteered my help. She needed help with the stage deco, and tho it may not look tiresome...it really is. Had to check out the hall, discuss and plan stuff, and of course, perform the plan. Tho I don’t really mind, but having to open my house doors to be the workplace is a drag. Especially for my bro, cause he wants to practice and its kinda disturbing him :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started my driving classes too. The lecture was….boring. I went with Bob, Ee couldn’t make it and he was given wrong info from the clerk. Me, forgetting the rule, wore slippers which I had to pay RM10 for. Wtf??? We met a new friend tho, Marian. She’s cool :D But she spotted a few girls in slippers too who weren’t stopped by the workers… $&amp;amp;#$^#@$)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I’ve finally received my offer letter from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552379608539445266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TQ4D1hEduBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qebwLmZNS54/s320/toa.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;:P:P:P:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation day is on the 5th. Can’t wait wehhhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I’m quite worried about my schedule. I know college would be hectic, and I should appreciate my free time now. But so far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 week is gone.&lt;br /&gt;* I’d not a single work free day&lt;br /&gt;* My schedule is planned for next week&lt;br /&gt;* Which leaves me with the final week before OD free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared I won’t be free then too. I wish I am tho… I really wanna slow down and smell the flowers! Sadly most of my friends won’t be around during that time. I really missed out a lot, didn’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still grateful to have spent time with people tho busy. Ishaq, Wendy, Sofiah, Ee Leng, Jun Ren and of course, BOB! I owe him a great deal, he’s a true friend to me :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara! I need to enjoy my 30 mins of freedom before I start work on deco stuff again. Hagrid is teaching about Blasted End Skewts, and I wouldn’t want to miss out on Harry’s first Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Moody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6362187932379684970?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6362187932379684970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/someone-stop-me-ot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6362187932379684970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6362187932379684970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/someone-stop-me-ot.html' title='Someone stop me!! :O'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TQ4D1hEduBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qebwLmZNS54/s72-c/toa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1955076978402980071</id><published>2010-12-12T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:30:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Riding Hood.. My version :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I begin, I wanna say sorry for changing the storyline of Red Riding Hood.. So instead, my character is named Blue Riding Hood! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Riding Hood went to visit grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;On the way she met a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Piggy asked, 'Where are you going, Blue Riding Hood?'&lt;br /&gt;She said 'Oh, to visit grandpa of course! But dear me, I seem to have forgotten to bring his meal along... I suppose I will have to find berries along the way!'&lt;br /&gt;The pig, now in a thoughtful trance, rushed to grandpa's house.&lt;br /&gt;He sneaked into the kitchen, brought up the big pot and filled it with water from the well.&lt;br /&gt;He boiled the water, added in turnips,carrots, salt, garlic and rosemary,&lt;br /&gt;obviously getting ready for a feast.&lt;br /&gt;When Blue Riding Hood finally arrived, he quickly dressed up as grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;'Come in Blue Riding Hood, grandpa can't see you with his poor vision, come closer! I'm in the kitchen'.&lt;br /&gt;She went into the kitchen and got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;'Grandpa! Your tummy! It looks bloated, what has happened??'&lt;br /&gt;'Grandpa has a bad case of indigestion my dear, could you please cook up this broth for me as my remedy?'&lt;br /&gt;'But grandpa, there are only vegetables in here. Where's the meat stock?'&lt;br /&gt;Piggy revealed himself and said, 'Here it is,' and threw himself into the pot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alvin asked me for a bedtime story, so I conjured this up for fun. Hehehehe. I was too lazy to blog about something else, so yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry its not halal too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1955076978402980071?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1955076978402980071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/red-riding-hood-my-version-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1955076978402980071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1955076978402980071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/12/red-riding-hood-my-version-d.html' title='Red Riding Hood.. My version :D'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3640775305640944998</id><published>2010-11-17T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:24:35.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno if it’s stress induced or whatever, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Bob said, I’m a different Maddie in school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so complicated yet simple, I wanna laugh wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a long story to it, and a short chapter to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those situations where death seems like an easier way out, but I wanna live through it ‘cause its not worth my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to find a way around it, but its impossible yet possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s worst, sometimes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when you think its finally getting better, it turns upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to fix things, but it ends up falling apart even before you’ve started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives you false hopes sometimes and you hate it but.. You just can’t help but hope for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts you badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the real me, why can’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show the true me, but I can’t ‘cause without the barrier, I’d be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what I’ve typed so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just…sorely tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3640775305640944998?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3640775305640944998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3640775305640944998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3640775305640944998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress.html' title='Stress?'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1757963442995549610</id><published>2010-11-12T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:07:46.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More drawings :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TNynJmcUm4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/M1qCehqN1CQ/s1600/Drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538485425138867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TNynJmcUm4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/M1qCehqN1CQ/s320/Drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I’ve finally finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus all my procrastination.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it took me only 3 days (I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I’m finally done with my college requirements thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m way proud of this than my portrait drawing, which is obvious I screwed it up. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538485430531580034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TNynJ6iC4II/AAAAAAAAAmU/h-arFCmMIws/s320/Drawing%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still-life drawing, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1757963442995549610?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1757963442995549610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-drawings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1757963442995549610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1757963442995549610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-drawings.html' title='More drawings :)'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TNynJmcUm4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/M1qCehqN1CQ/s72-c/Drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2504610843132694915</id><published>2010-11-07T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:28:21.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to blog ‘cause.. I want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People handle their SPM stress by studying 24/7, pulling their hair, snapping at people. And tho I’ve finally joined them (minus the 4 and 7 in 24/7, and the latter), I guess my stress took in the strangest form ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not me failing SPM dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not dreams of me getting murdered by my parents either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt…. Of my CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I’ve 2 daughters, or a daughter and son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago, I dreamt of my teenage daughter, we were hugging ‘cause of some horrific incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella horrific wei, imagine a haunted house with a girl haunting you over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, I dreamt of a baby guy/girl with thick short loose curls. And best part is, it’s a good baby, rarely cries and smiles like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno la. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking, all these weird dreams, do they really mean something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it normal for ‘creative’ people to dream such dreams? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thecocktailtest/results/?result=5"&gt;You Are Wild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecocktailtest/cocktail-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so outrageous it's intoxicating. You definitely live big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable and kooky. You love to take risks and use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex person with many layers. No one can figure you out... including yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a chaotic, colorful life, but there is also some structure to it. There's a method to your madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I want 3 children… I’ve a feeling tonight will be my 3rd child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2504610843132694915?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2504610843132694915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2504610843132694915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2504610843132694915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-smiles.html' title='Baby smiles!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4867756877275862480</id><published>2010-10-29T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:57:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cut yourself accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You missed your favourite episode of Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found out you have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to give up your entire life support to live a memorable moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliché much? I know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that scene in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, where he remarked about the ‘Ifs’? The ‘what if :the taxi driver had not stopped for coffee/the girl had not broken up with her bf/the lady had gotten into the taxi earlier’ scene? How if any one of it had turned otherwise, the girl would’ve not been hit by the taxi? *I know,tragic eh? Goes to show taxi drivers are scary!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about life, I have always wondered how things would’ve turned out if the decisions I made were completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of it was; what if I hadn’t moved to Samad? What if I had remained in Taman SEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have met different friends, gained different knowledge, joined different clubs, and most of all, grew differently from what I am now. Would I have achieved great things there? Would I have met better people there? Would I still pursue my current dreams, if I remained there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be a better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t really care. I’m grateful for being in Samad. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, when life gives lemon, make lemonade right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had not not noticed my grandpa earlier in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the annoying office people hadn’t crowd in front of the fruit stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one of my food orders were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the traffic lights had been a few seconds late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one of these had not or had been late/earlier to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have had a glimpse of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4867756877275862480?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4867756877275862480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4867756877275862480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4867756877275862480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/ifs.html' title='Oh, happy day!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1687090655321744026</id><published>2010-10-18T21:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:25:52.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful like MAD! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmanykidsshouldyouhavequiz/results/?result=20"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;You Should Have Two Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmanykidsshouldyouhavequiz/two.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can definitely manage a small family, and having kids is one of your major goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, having kids is not all you want to do. Two is a perfect number for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to make sure your children have the best upbringing possible, but you still want to live a balanced life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having two kids will leave you just enough time and money to do the things you want to do for yourself and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmanykidsshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Many Kids Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YAP EE LENG! You should be taking this test. And Bob too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sosososososo.. I got a few unexpected results for trials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A : Eng, Art, Moral&lt;br /&gt;A- : BM (wheeeeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;D : Bio, Sej (double wheeeeeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;FAIL!!!! : Mod maths (expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected the fail, but 3As and A- for BM? Kewwwwl. I even passed those two subs. Hahahahahahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pn Fadzilah and Pn Bong! Tqtqtqtqtqtqtq! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll seriously study to get decent marks for your subs! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod maths and physics a diff matter…. LOL! Ok la, I’ll get a C for it k? It’d seriously be really high considering my abilities.. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never actually gave much thought why I started to enjoy Korean music. I was anti-ing it at first. OMG. Am I down with Korean fever?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy songs with a good beat AND have meaningful lyrics. Somehow I find Korean music has a unique tone to it. I even tried watching a Korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too drama for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl cry, guy cry, side girl and guy cry. Sister cry. Mum cry. Everyone cry. And a happy ending. Coffee Prince is fantastic but its just too much drama. But its NICE! Don’t get me wrong ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I wanna end up like Krystle – sorry gurl! But so far I don’t like any Korean dudes, nor find any that’s… Er… Man enough? X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Seung Gi looks ok tho. Don’t slaughter me! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529383953584674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLxRaOwo1XI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vJbIMPZLU58/s320/5e82532d71de59a8e1217e650893ade61229871928_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tae Yang! He’s got 6 packs you know, and he’s a *somewhat* shy and *man* guy :D I like guys like these :P:P&lt;br /&gt;FYL, that doesn’t mean I’m obsessed like you…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529383952225519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLxRaJslyII/AAAAAAAAAl8/_-ThqFVpH10/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kim Jong Wook! I know, so doesn’t suit me. But I dunno, I like his style? I’m still a girl you know :X&lt;br /&gt;And and and, his song, Only You, really stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Listen to it please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/E_y9tYGWZ5A/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_y9tYGWZ5A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_y9tYGWZ5A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only you can make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can wrap me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Only you, only you shine brighter than a jewel.&lt;br /&gt;You're brighter than a sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is wider than a sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you, only you make me live&lt;br /&gt;I passed by the farthest stars to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;I must have come too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you as one, just like that warm sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart that never dies.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I gave you my poor love,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me even more love&lt;br /&gt;Only you, only you can give me happiness&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are twinkling just like a star&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your two hands, you don't have any place to hate.&lt;br /&gt;We're starting to become alike, it must be happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such sweet lyrics… If my bf can sing that to me, I’ll elope with him to Hawaii and get married at the beach in a bikini with a sunset background behind us :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jong Wook! Kimg Jong Wook! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Yang! Tae Yang! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I’m not obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1687090655321744026?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1687090655321744026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/grateful-like-mad-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1687090655321744026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1687090655321744026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/grateful-like-mad-d.html' title='Grateful like MAD! ;D'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLxRaOwo1XI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vJbIMPZLU58/s72-c/5e82532d71de59a8e1217e650893ade61229871928_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-724561087461834158</id><published>2010-10-11T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:07:05.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at its best  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, my blogging mood is high today. It’s a miracle =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLMKghqmi9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/OmgfBclH3rM/s1600/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526772721622879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLMKghqmi9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/OmgfBclH3rM/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really. I’m just trying to burn off my 10 minutes before True Blood starts. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a remarkable discovery today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Earth has 365 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week has 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute has 60 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 second just passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know, its now October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means = SPM is 7 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng deng denggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526772723468006914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLMKgoig9gI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ieLi5Xd22-I/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Seriously, I didn’t realize it. I’m really such a pitiful SPM candidate x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful as in I suck like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No studying, no stress, just enjoying life to its fullest. I mean, why give yourself an opportunity to look old with your wrinkles and white hair? Just be cool and don’t worry to much, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day in school chatting with friends, teasing each other, gossiping, the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is the best part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-724561087461834158?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/724561087461834158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-my-blogging-mood-is-high-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/724561087461834158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/724561087461834158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-my-blogging-mood-is-high-today.html' title='Life at its best  =)'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TLMKghqmi9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/OmgfBclH3rM/s72-c/untitled9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8126590891440966215</id><published>2010-10-10T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:58:11.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas pop out of nowhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m gonna be random here, so bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I’ve been getting interesting ideas for a manga. Weird that such things happen during exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recent one, and the only one I can remember so far. Fun fact : Thought about it when I was showering :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine you died, and you’re walking towards the light that leads to reincarnation. However, you saw this other path and walked towards it. You wake up with wires connected around you. Turns out the earth is undergoing a ‘healing’ process and humans are preserved in pods until the earth is healed. The human mind is kept alive with them living in a virtual world like the current one we’re living in. And each day in the ‘world’ is merely 10 seconds in the real one, so each soul undergoes reincarnation multiple times. So the 'world' begins to evolve, the humans thinking they can do it all over again, save their 'world' from destruction.. But can they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;© MaddieTSL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so ya know, I want this storyline to be mine x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the idea you get from playing a game like .hack//GU :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essay for English paper is worst. I guess you can say, its waaaaay off topic (in a way). Hope teacher is open minded tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You give me a word ‘Fire’ and expect me to write an essay. You think I’ll want to tell you it needs O2 and releases CO2, or that it causes destruction or it reacts to fart and other obvious details?? Wait till I get my paper back, then I’ll post it here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly enough, I feel melancholic. Banyak people coupling, I tengok pun jealous…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe me? Phineeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI! I’m even jealous of my bunnies, who stick so close together and nampak so loving, and they’re both GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8126590891440966215?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8126590891440966215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/ideas-pop-out-of-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8126590891440966215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8126590891440966215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/10/ideas-pop-out-of-nowhere.html' title='Ideas pop out of nowhere!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-884960755010842799</id><published>2010-09-16T11:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:02:30.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILY Bunny, take care :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, watching Marley and Me left me feeling loving. I snuggled her in my arms, eventho she was lying by her side, unable to stand up like when she used to. I didn’t care. I still love her. I fed her with bits of veg, stroking her, tickling her chin. I smiled when she licked me, now a rarity eversince she came back from the clinic. I kissed her saying ‘I love you..’. And I left to do my own things like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rabbit… My Bunny… She’s gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I wake up earlier? Why didn’t I check up on her more last night? Why did I effing miss the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m crying… I want her back. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma woke me up, told me Bunny made a weird noise. I grumbled as she does this sometimes. When I touched Bunny, an intense shock went through my body. Her body was stiff. She didn’t respond. I checked for a pulse and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG… I don’t believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept touching her, thinking she’d raise her head and greet me like she always did. Wishing that I’d see her chest rise and fall, indicating breathing. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards my room, my mind was blank. Shocked. And when I passed my bro, then only thing I thought necessary to say was; Bunny is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because of me? She was fine before I had to admit her in the clinic. She couldn’t eat, drink or act normally. But doctor said she’s fine, its just the diet problem. When I brought her back, she couldn’t even stand. I cried silently looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her health gradually became better. She ate more, she could stand a lil better. Overall getting better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did you have to leave so sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma said she emitted a loud cry before I came down. Did she suffer before passing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she have a good life being my pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry Bunny… I’m so sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears? It can’t stop when I think about you. Or when I look at your photos. Nor when we buried you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors said you’ve lived a long life, 8 years is long for a rabbit. I hoped you do not regret being with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny : 8.2002 – 16.9.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfjilfqAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/9uyF1fnNC8U/s1600/Image3+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366451433875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfjilfqAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/9uyF1fnNC8U/s320/Image3+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003 :&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517362620442680866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcEjCBHiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/M7srGMaUDBw/s320/Bunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363371131746450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcwPkPOJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Vk4Uvf85wrU/s320/Bunny+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363391375700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcxa-xc5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/TihJrvu1a_k/s320/Bunny5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcF1HA8qI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-yPnKLw0GNI/s1600/Bunny4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517362642475348642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcF1HA8qI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-yPnKLw0GNI/s320/Bunny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcFceNLDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iUZbdVsiRbo/s1600/Bunny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517362635861732402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcFceNLDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iUZbdVsiRbo/s320/Bunny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcDwMY7cI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Zc1oWZGwpw/s1600/Bunny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517362606795976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcDwMY7cI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Zc1oWZGwpw/s320/Bunny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517362601242022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcDbgOUhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/G4c7PSejlZI/s320/Bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363381563742306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcw2ba2GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mnIL89K3T3E/s320/Bunny6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363401936895346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcyCUwfXI/AAAAAAAAAio/JYDfLG7_w4U/s320/00278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517363395056764146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGcxosaBPI/AAAAAAAAAig/la-889Q97Vo/s320/00265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366447937579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfjVj6aJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MUlSnuy7dPc/s320/002711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364062267005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdYePuW8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Vzgucw8CTTM/s320/00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364094152489106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdaVB0OJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MovPuamLKBs/s320/00773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdZpmp-gI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mAOxeQzku1o/s1600/00763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364082495846914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdZpmp-gI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mAOxeQzku1o/s320/00763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdZW7m7iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/G20EPwTzRKg/s1600/00761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364077483453986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdZW7m7iI/AAAAAAAAAjA/G20EPwTzRKg/s320/00761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdY1_KHwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NoXvF3DO8W4/s1600/00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517364068639973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGdY1_KHwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NoXvF3DO8W4/s320/00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfi0u0aUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/b0SaW_U6zpA/s1600/00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366439124953410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfi0u0aUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/b0SaW_U6zpA/s320/00775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfiIcAImI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sWVYjnry3eo/s1600/01766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366427234869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfiIcAImI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sWVYjnry3eo/s320/01766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfh_43x5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/TjDqIi1Dbt4/s1600/01767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366424940038034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfh_43x5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/TjDqIi1Dbt4/s320/01767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These were taken yesterday… You can see how sickly she looked like..&lt;/span&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGg_BwVVhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eUMr-B_CrXs/s1600/02579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517368023168931346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGg_BwVVhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eUMr-B_CrXs/s320/02579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGg-CNm2TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/v4otIhp7ANs/s1600/02578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517368006111844658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGg-CNm2TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/v4otIhp7ANs/s320/02578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is exactly the pose she had on when I found her this morning..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517478908587609634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJIF1aITDiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-yGKNsO1Nd0/s320/02580.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-884960755010842799?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/884960755010842799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/09/ily-bunny-take-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/884960755010842799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/884960755010842799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/09/ily-bunny-take-care.html' title='ILY Bunny, take care :&apos;)'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TJGfjilfqAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/9uyF1fnNC8U/s72-c/Image3+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-585544592455662158</id><published>2010-09-08T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:09:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future for the moment, seems bleak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, sipping orange juice while thinking of what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I know what I’m gonna type, what the heck =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been doing lots of thinking lately, mostly focused on my future;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw trials I say! Nothing seems to motivate me more to live through SPM except entering the One Academy x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not studied for real, unlike my fellow Form 5 counterparts who, at least, are super duper worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll finally crack when the time comes eh? For now, I’ll just remain at this pace =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, college… I’ve been asking Cheryl lately about it, and being my usual worried self, I asked her loads of questions. Most concerning questions of all, the most glorious and intriguing but deadly (yes deadly!! &gt;=D ) question of all is……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drums roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January or March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. Potong stim. AHAH. *lame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m referring to the intake of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being my over-indulging self, I would of course want to take January as I really can’t wait to learn more about my one and only talent. Starting early too gives me advantage to complete my studies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I only have 3 weeks rest before starting college if I choose Jan. And if I wanna work, March is the best pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really worried tho. I’ve heard from Cheryl that people drop out cuz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They can’t take the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They find out art isn’t what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really scared outta my skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bless my skin,fyi! Without it I’d be the skeleton you see hanging on a rod in your Bio lab!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions have been pounding on my head recently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m an avid procrastinator. And I prefer doing stuff according to my mood. With the amount of assignments and obligations they have, can I cope with the work given? And if I can, will I do a good one at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I DO find out that particular field isn’t my thing? I’ll be lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, will I give up if I find out there are people way superior than me, and my progress seems weak besides their’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bloody hell scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I should focus on trials first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And based on my post’s title? Yea, I’m somewhat doomed in trials. Probably getting only an A for Eng, and a mere pass for others (if I’m lucky)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oishhhh, headache betul. But for now, I’m hungry! Maggi, here I comeeeeeeeeeeee~~! Wheeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have nagged me to update my very lonely sesat blog! Without ya guys, it’d be super dead. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-585544592455662158?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/585544592455662158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/09/future-for-moment-seems-bleak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/585544592455662158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/585544592455662158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/09/future-for-moment-seems-bleak.html' title='The future for the moment, seems bleak'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2513508817286420890</id><published>2010-07-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:24:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiwi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sdUUx5FdySs/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2513508817286420890?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2513508817286420890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiwi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2513508817286420890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2513508817286420890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiwi.html' title='Kiwi!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8317930654731749688</id><published>2010-06-17T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:19:59.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, going.... Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sooooooo… I’ve finished packing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I can actually fit all my junk into the smaller bag, and the big luggage is meant for all my bro’s junk… Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given my dog a good scrub before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given my bunny a good scrub before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve put on my 80% cotton jacket which I hope its enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And….. I’M SO GODDAMN NOT READY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I don’t feel much excitement towards this trip. Weird eh? A once in a lifetime trip and I don’t feel anything. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cuz I didn’t managed to submit my entry for the One Academy scholarship contest… T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz I’ve not done my art project…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz I’ll miss my net, friends, bunny, doggie, grandparents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz I takut kena robbed, hypothermia( its 12C there and its summer! Wth!??!?!?! ) and the plane might crash ( choi choi choi! ) and wow, I’ve 4 flights to take… Eeeeeek. Time to pray =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, I love y’all and I wish y’all the best and erm… Pray for me kay? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY kor, take note! I’m off to Russia now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this happened dinner last night. Nothing much, but I really geli hati when it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Eh, today ah I saw someone wearing sunglasses you know. I thought who was it ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : Yalah, I also saw. I didn’t even recognize who is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : And then she took off her sunglasses… WAH! Turned out to be Leng! Summore slide the glasses onto her head, like so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha by everyone except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Good la. Her mother was worried you know. She was telling me last week she was worried you would be a tomboy. She always wear those pants and after scout meetings she act like guy with T-shirt and all. But then I say, see now wear nail polish, wear dress, put make up, now she’s a girl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha by everyone except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Neeeeeeeeh, she last time used to wear dress ma. Then suddenly Aunty Li Li asked ‘Why you don’t wear pants??’ then suddenly stop wearing dress and wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt : Yala, I was damn worried you know. Last time we went out with her we saw her in, what’s that you call it? Cargo pants. And T-shirts. I said to Ah Teoh (my uncle); Wah, this is a guy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what my parents talk about behind my back la????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what my family talk about infront of me la????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8317930654731749688?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8317930654731749688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8317930654731749688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8317930654731749688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, going.... Gone'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5888913018991804369</id><published>2010-06-04T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:54:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its here its here! No more exams for now!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it’ll be the last holiday and time I can enjoy before trials and SPM, cut me some slack here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m intrigue with the Russian trip? Been learning new words, hopefully I remember them during times of need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took quizzes just now, and here’s what I got; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Impulsive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatoneworddescribesyouquiz/impulsive.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;More than anything else, you crave freedom in your life. You have to be able to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You are stubborn and independent. You don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to live in the moment, and you tend to be a pretty big thrill seeker.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going unless you are challenged. You are flexible until you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Best Trait is Confidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbesttraitquiz/confidence.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;You are the type of person who just goes for it. Whether you win or lose, you're always happiest when you at least tried.&lt;br /&gt;You are fearless when it comes to failure. You have learned that the key to life is just showing up, so you're always there bright and early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are always doing your best, you have had to let go of what others think of you. You define your own success.&lt;br /&gt;You may disappoint yourself or look stupid sometimes, but you always hold your head high. You know that tomorrow will give you another opportunity to try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I beg to differ… Confidence???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I can barely look at a guy I like without having blood rushing to my face or even actually looking at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, I still think you’re wrong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, the ‘I don’t care’ and ‘Just do it’ part I likey ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’d be so cool if I can now have a glass of wine, with a splash of friends, $$, hot guy and whoa, perfect. Yeaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard they’ll be selecting for NS soon. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I don’t wanna go cuz it clashes with my plans and especially college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it’s good experience and who knows, I might score a few numbers, no? x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5888913018991804369?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5888913018991804369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5888913018991804369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5888913018991804369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5443894033074354718</id><published>2010-05-30T20:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:21:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citrawarna '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know I’m probably the last person to blog about it but heck, better late than never right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start from the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me for the first few 700 words or so…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citrawarna is like this big event thingy they have every year it seems, for tourism purposes. This year my school was selected, how lucky are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined it cuz most of my classmates were. The Form 4s were compulsory to join it, and the other forms except Form 3 were welcomed. We had practices for 5 weeks starting from mid April which were held in the school hall and sometimes, basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainers for the event visited usThe steps were simple but heck, discipline memang teruk. Typical Samadians -.-‘ Kesian Abang Eddie the most wei! Well, at least we made it through… Oh, and we learnt Dikir Barat on the 4th week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us Form 5s who participated, we had to take our exams via school level instead cuz they takut soalan bocor to us and all. Imagine spending your Saturday doing Eng, BM and Mod Maths papers.. Ishhhh betul! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but the formation of the steps kept changing. Believe it or not, we learnt the new formation 2 days before the actual practice with other schools. On Friday they told us we’ve to change it. WhaaaaAaaAt?!? So they told us to stay back on Monday from 12.30 till 6 to learn it. Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They needed 160 people, and we were divided into a few parts; dancers and props. For props, these people will have to hold frames, boxes, shopping bags, and all except the ones holding frames have to dance too, but not the complete dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 3 days in PWTC, from 8 to 6 AND skipping school in the process.. Wheeeeeeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few themes; Borneo, Beaches, Food, etc. My school’s was Mega Sales. Woot. And double the luck, we were the center school while the schools performing beside us was Catholic High and Taman Medan. Cool eh? Right infront of VVIP.. Get to say high to the Agong! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have any air-cond during our first 2 days there. Damnnn stuffy there, had to wipe off our sweat every minute. 3rd day it was on tho, why le? Cuz our dear minister of tourism was visiting, so surely got lah!! -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, we got our Ts (its pink, mind you) which was multi coloured to indicate what theme you’re in. Of all colours, why pink eh? Size also only got Ms and XLs.. Sadly Mada and I got XL, and had to use pins to make it look fitting. Bob and Szi Wei couldn’t fit into theirs. Pak Ngah (the head of us dancing teams) designed it I think, cuz, well, printed on the right-most top is Pak Ngah production -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next time I should design a T and add Maddie's production.. Sounds nice, no? Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fyi: I dunno how many schools were performing, but I think there was 12 or more? Istana Budaya people were there too. Very nice le their dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day before the event, we had to rehearse in the actual venue, aka Dataran Merdeka. We spent about 5 hours putting on make up and tying our hair in school (boys had to put them on too!). Our teachers did this, cuz we’ve to have standard dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hairdo is supposed to look sleek and neat, so they used LOTS of gel and pins and hairbands, so guys had their hair in a 70s updo and us girls had it pulled back into plaits or ponytails. I swear, the amount gel used could kill.. Our hair was so stiff, it can act as spikes edi -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479322672385162354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAp28JlC_HI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5SBfv2bhA_c/s320/21052010345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Took a photo in scouts den... I look so scary =O Ishaq look so....Ishaq? Bazil, Xin You and Tzen Ren look like 80s gentlemen, dunno what to comment about Mada... More girly? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When we arrived there, we kinda lepaked for 2 hours, had our dinner at 5.30 before we were called to get our costumes. COSTUMES. WHEEEEEEEEEEE. Everyone was excited to see how’d it look like. I mean, isn’t that the best part? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us girl dancers got them first. Ooooo, it looked ok, ermmm but tights? Not so hot cuz of the colours but heck, it SHOULD look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRongggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked so wronggggg. Seriously…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a tiger stripped black+purple top that’s triangular cut, big, with orange/red/blue/yellow tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few lucky girls who got the zebra stripped top with BELTS which made it look better (tho like a bathrobe) but for us unlucky ones.. Yikes! Plus it was kinda low cut, so we had no choice but to wear our pink T inside and it outside. It looked horrendous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others attires were ok tho. Guys one looks nice! But some looked kinda gay abit la. But heck, its better than what we had =( Even Catholic had better version of ours.. Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478560585310258514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfB01_fxVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xcE5XgdyGWE/s320/31402_430086074415_577929415_5570185_6746168_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catholics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started rehearsing after that, first our Dikir Barat, then dancing. We actually had to dance at 3 venues so yea, gotta parade around. Actually not parade, more like walking and waving from one site to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I kinda disliked this. Why? Cuz people were thirsty and whenever there was water around they would rush like wild animals and some so selfishly drank many rounds of water without thinking of others. Really… Kinda stupid la seeing this -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else… We went back at 12.10. Also had a mini ‘lecture’ from Datin Ng Yen Yen. Hmmm… A car’s tire rolled over Bob’s foot (ouch…). Errr errr.. Oh ya, I got injured. Wanna know the story? Well, if you’re reading this then you have to cuz me gonna type it out nyways x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they told us to run cuz we were late to one of the sites. Bad lighting and all, packed with running people… And I fell. Kinda cool cuz I fell, half rolled, got up right away and kept running (takut kena run over by ppl ma). Its also somewhat cool that a girl fell right after I got up and Daniel also fell. All cuz of a piece of wood that was placed to keep multiple wires intact. ****!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda worried cuz there was a hole in my tights at my right knee. Had to stitch it up. Sigh. At first I thought I wasn’t badly hurt, just a small bruise on my knees and very small wounds on my hands. That was until…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479317939264400882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TApyopVHrfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/k4hq4OZx9y4/s320/01746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;IKAN! There was blood on my tights at my left knee. FISH. My right knee wound was 1cm under the hole, that’s why tak nampak. Argh. Funny tho that the left wound was worst and the lubang was on the right. Hmph. Big wound le… Looked gruesome. Thank God the wounds were balanced, aka wouldn’t affect my kneeling during dance. Phew…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479317933995038674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TApyoVszl9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/wn9vrTzVAuI/s320/01745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My handphone's 3.2 pixel camera sucks, but i guarantee it was x2 worst than this photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, actual event! Oh gosh the adrenaline. We were pumped, and its cuz we were allowed to accessorize, do whatever we want with our hair (no gel!) and ‘fix’ our tops with belts. We were in school since 11.30 doing our make up, yet again, and it ended at 4.20.. Aiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our make up (girls) was more than the day before and it kinda made us look… more like Chow Kit material? Or maybe it only applies to me.. Boys had to wear eyeliner and lipstick and blush O.O Ishaq look so dollish in make up wei, esp with the lipstick! xD Daniel looked the same, foundation and eyeliner didn’t work on him -.-‘ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*he's 'black' ma, what to do...anyone got bleach? *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joking Dan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478558395600662754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAe_1YsC8OI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8PtwW-cRd3Y/s320/31402_430085739415_577929415_5570148_479845_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Teacher putting on our make up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478558400985535282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAe_1sv5kzI/AAAAAAAAAck/1NgQLJmDTA0/s320/31402_430085939415_577929415_5570174_791286_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went straight to our first dancing venue, which was nearby Sogo. We had our dinner and lepaked on the sidewalks from 5.40 till 8.00. At 8, we grouped up and got into our positions. 8.30 it started..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478558415943841410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAe_2kePNoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/V8XaQYIvr3s/s320/31402_430085924415_577929415_5570172_7817765_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poser! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478558404470270706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAe_15uuavI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yqIyjnTbM7U/s320/31402_430085969415_577929415_5570177_6538563_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaaw, they look so pretty! Tharini is beyond recognisation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478560572350816130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfB0FtuX4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ev-CD22HuyI/s320/29236_128750860474386_100000184174549_335514_3298014_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing before the dance started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478560579300015826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfB0fmivtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ukg-VyswobY/s320/28624_128878970457845_100000072297537_319770_3016660_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The no on my hand is to count how many participated in Dikir Barat =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too bad I lost it in the heat of the moment.. Ciplak! I mean the band holding the no, not me. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came our turn to dance. Yeahh, it looked great until…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t see our numberings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, we were assigned to numbers so we would be in position at all times. But cuz the crowd was too forward, they covered it up and… Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh! Nvm. Have to agak-agak, cuz music started jor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478560590763074018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfB1KTjIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rdmjonjjMJc/s320/31402_430086134415_577929415_5570195_266803_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561464952929410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfCoC6pvII/AAAAAAAAAd0/eVtTDtfuupk/s320/31402_430086124415_577929415_5570194_1396750_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shau Yuan, Donovan, Ish.. Look so weird, but their dancing O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first venue… DONE! But we screwed up our positions big time cuz it was too compact. Nvmmm. Next stop; Dataran Merdeka! The important place of all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and…. BAM! With smiles plastered on our faces, we danced like we’ve never danced before. LOL. Of course ma, I mean there were cameras there to record our lovely faces on live tv…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Leng, Ishaq was on TV!! Wooooooooooooot! Ishaq’s the best I heard, cuz he got the full screen to himself. Dammmmit. You should’ve seen his face when people told him that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why we didn’t go to our 3rd venue, but anyways we went back to DM for our Dikir Barat, last performance and to partayyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Well, their version of party is dance to multiple traditional music.. So yea, we danced from 11 to 12. Tired sial but had to dance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561469743386978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfCoUwyUWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/wd5gBxrIUDI/s320/31402_430089829415_577929415_5570268_8328801_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dikir Barat~ FYI, an estimated 4k people participated (i think...cuz i found no 4***) and we broke the Malaysia book of records in DB. Yay? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561457734781666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfCnoBtiuI/AAAAAAAAAds/tdoyJsqiHqo/s320/31402_430090054415_577929415_5570289_5813756_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saying bye to the Agong~ Lookie our trainers! Both also wear black caps -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561477335788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfCoxC9K8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/1bP8eSy9BcE/s320/31402_430090039415_577929415_5570288_3118299_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Clueless people*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists were also invited to dance with us, and there was this couple that danced with us the whole time. Damn sporting, and the girl danced really good! Haha! We took photos with tourists also, and of course, many rushed to where the camera was to appear on the big screen infront. A few Samadians were on the stage where artistes were singing too. Damnnnnn funny to see them there x] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563015111417586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfECRtPHvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZQ-cCnNbm44/s320/31402_430086114415_577929415_5570192_4308726_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dunno what they doing here la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563041331688722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfEDzYotRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XxUeaPWIidU/s320/31402_430086274415_577929415_5570210_2621962_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dance dance dance… Photos photos photos. Saw Aaron, Afiq there too. Pn Kokilam also went, and on Monday our HM said she went too via KTM. LOL! Really a? Damn cool wei. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478561485507201858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfCpPfLC0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/r1fDksjLHLg/s320/31402_430086224415_577929415_5570206_2114316_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Istana Budaya people! =) They look so colourful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacie! Where's your hot-gay guy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Leng had to go back early tho, sadly =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was left to party with Bob and all. Very fun tho. Bob with his plant tail, seeing Pn Rema, Pn Usha, Pn Sarala, Pn Premala and En Khairul dance… Really nice =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563037799486082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfEDmOfkoI/AAAAAAAAAes/H807zbaRI2E/s320/31402_430089929415_577929415_5570279_7530865_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fireworks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563028162857986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfEDCU8TAI/AAAAAAAAAek/c2O5xNRc5lw/s320/31402_430089889415_577929415_5570274_1557290_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And 2 guys who wanted to take a photo with me (crew members I think? I dunno..) which got me excited yet feeling embarrassed? Yea, long story but heck, that’s cool too xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478570711141364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfLCPpwswI/AAAAAAAAAfM/0i4RP_BOrQI/s320/29236_128750910474381_100000184174549_335522_6862430_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL! Womaniser~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563471623692066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfEc2WPnyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/xbn1k4QjKpw/s320/31402_430092279415_577929415_5570399_6418088_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL wei. Look at Aaron!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563481271040418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfEdaSWeaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rymvTcee2kI/s320/31402_430092354415_577929415_5570409_6516430_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bus trip back to Samad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, what did I get from joining Citrawarna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Got to meet new friends and got closer to a few people! Azim, Purani (my fellow screamer!), Bazil, Nuhan, Sree, Daniel, Tharini, Nabeela, Viki, Bob, Nicole, Joey, Chalystha, Li Sar, Jacie, Aravind and many more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) So proud to see Ee Leng dressed up girly (for her standards la)! I thought she’d bo song about everything but heck, good job gal! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kept fit! Dancing is nice, never done it in a long time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Of course, skip school… Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Makan chicken everyday, so I guess it contributed to certain… Growth? If you get what I mean x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The experience of everything… Thank you teachers, trainers, friends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478563019656946674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAfECio-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAec/nqN-Nd5-Yxs/s320/31402_430086104415_577929415_5570190_5793425_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah teachers! And Mr n Mrs Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Citrawarna =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478558410518153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAe_2QQpyJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bxwhmRQcVNM/s320/31402_430085899415_577929415_5570167_4094203_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5443894033074354718?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5443894033074354718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/citrawarna-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5443894033074354718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5443894033074354718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/citrawarna-10.html' title='Citrawarna &apos;10'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/TAp28JlC_HI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5SBfv2bhA_c/s72-c/21052010345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6069404276104807169</id><published>2010-05-19T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:35:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was fun, tho absolutely exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our finales and positioning, etc. There wasn’t any transport prob, and I had black pepper chicken for dinner!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn’t wanna blog, had no intention to, and am sooooooo freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but… Looking at these two personal messages I woke up instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran : Hot guy single lah Maddie. For sure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Shakir : Hey Maddie. Told ya, ****** does have a thing for you. Ooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like like, what the ikaaaaaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least don’t add my name in there la… Swt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran’s away, 98% sleeping for sure so I can’t ask him. But Bob… Booooooooooob! See what he wrote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Shakir says:&lt;br /&gt;hey hey but think of it as this way&lt;br /&gt;if you date ***&lt;br /&gt;1st&lt;br /&gt;your reputation naik&lt;br /&gt;''wah, our ATL dating gangster!’’&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;*** wont kacau u anymore, takut *** will beat him up&lt;br /&gt;3rd&lt;br /&gt;free ride ard PJ, KL, and to Prom!&lt;br /&gt;see, aint that nice??&lt;br /&gt;4th&lt;br /&gt;*** is quite good looking&lt;br /&gt;5th&lt;br /&gt;anyone try messing with you&lt;br /&gt;*** can call his gang and beat that person up&lt;br /&gt;6th&lt;br /&gt;uhh... he knows how to play guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so impossible la, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very suspicious, no? That they both wanna post up something liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob… I wanna kill you wei. Joke or not, it’s a scary joke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6069404276104807169?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6069404276104807169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/ikan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6069404276104807169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6069404276104807169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/ikan.html' title='Ikan!!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1921842559679290007</id><published>2010-05-18T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:27:53.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m effing tired. Just tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends? Are great. Personal life aka family and intimately? SUCKS LIKE *************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just very tired of family. Really. Instead of solving problems, matters are made worse with stupid immature decisions. Problems won’t go away by yelling and cursing and whatever crap you give it. So hard to find solutions ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimate stuff I malas think edi. I can be patient but patience has its limits. So if it doesn’t work out, then nvm la. Move on. I can’t stay around waiting for eternity for anyone anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cuz I’m just tired from today, but…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw la. Suddenly I’m in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1921842559679290007?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1921842559679290007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1921842559679290007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1921842559679290007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-it.html' title='Screw it!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7765619435260038048</id><published>2010-05-17T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:42:44.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Very tired le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced since 12.40 to 6. 4 hours spent under the sun and the whole time practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we’re going to PWTC to dance with the other schools. Takut wei. I mean, almost &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; can go wrong. Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Teacher's Day celebration... I missed it =( Had to take exams. I got to enjoy class party tho, but feeling guilty I can't help with cleaning up =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburnt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I felt hot. I mean, I’m burning tho the weather is ok tonight -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank 2.3 litres of water edi. Still feeling warm all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the tooooooooooooooooot, my mum had to tell me only I realized my face, my upper arm, is PINK. PINKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Gasp to the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had better be my last time to get hangus wei… Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some jealously problem is going on right now. Hmmmm. Guess I can understand the feeling since I easily feel jealous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if its someone important &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7765619435260038048?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7765619435260038048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7765619435260038048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7765619435260038048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink.html' title='PINK!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8519800020422270099</id><published>2010-05-14T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:57:30.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exams have started for me since I’m involved in Citrawarna. Maths and BM2 today…. Maths confirmed FAIL. Not like I studied hard… =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit slacking lots, but heck, we didn’t even know there was test and what paper until Tues/Wednesday. Dammit wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams tomorrow also… Haih. Monday also… Haih. Then next week rehearse from early morn to 7pm-ish? Time also not confirmed -.-‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not done with lotsa scout stuff also.. Fissssssh!!! Aaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the practice ended late, and kesian betul those who didn’t come can’t get good positions. Mada came but had to ciao early oso kena rampas her position. Dammmmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired but alive. Everything’s actually fine except I need to STUDY. I really hate studying maths and physics wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THAT~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright sideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat like mad with Imran, Mada, and Bob nowadays. Best part about this week was seeing ‘hot guy’ 7 times yesterday… WHOA xDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking~ x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, walking back with Imran and Bob is the best la. I mean, 3 teenagers walking in the evening chatting random stuff; horny, coffee bean, vanilla, horny, hot guy, dance, horny, how each one of us balik, exam stress, Imran tak pakai kasut properly…. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice to be a teenager, especially in times like this =D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Appreciate your friends, no? They're special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are kinda in turmoil now. I really do fall too hard over someone, also getting out fast too. But heck, the feeling is really strong now. I’m getting outta control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty over it too, and clueless on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve a feeling it won’t work out anyways, so heck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single life = Carefree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8519800020422270099?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8519800020422270099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/turmoil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8519800020422270099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8519800020422270099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1762670398185707788</id><published>2010-05-06T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:30:03.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance of a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better than seeing the hot guy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better than finally getting the hang of Dikir Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its.. Its…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah~~~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164043330489890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S-LSOdBHDiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Qz01G7BVClM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeap that’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for this since end last year, eversince my parents told me about my edufunds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can’t get scholarships via results…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain’t gonna be easy. There’s 2 rounds in this; mail-in artwork and on-the-spot artwork. So if I do get something, it’d be announced on 31st July (same date as on the spot competition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizes not bad wad. I doubt I boleh dapat the high ones, so 10 Young Achievers or 30 Encouragement Prizes ain’t bad. Still can get some money =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I DO get selected in either rounds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m anxious/scared/worried O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.creativeartaward.com.my/"&gt;http://www.creativeartaward.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1762670398185707788?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1762670398185707788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/chance-of-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1762670398185707788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1762670398185707788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/chance-of-lifetime.html' title='A chance of a lifetime'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S-LSOdBHDiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Qz01G7BVClM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-768432700965662233</id><published>2010-05-05T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:25:21.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is that, but nothing to celebrate about… Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone saw my last 2 statuses in facebook, I’m clearly an emo eh? Not really, I’m actually quite happy go lucky until such unfortunates happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually feeling guilty staying back from Tues to Thurs. I mean, I can’t be at home to cook rite? End up she eats meager biscuits or VERY simple soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now someone’s home as well, at least she’s able to eat. But nooo… Gila tension. Can feel it at the dinner table, can feel it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, finally doing schoolwork and probably in the mood to study, stupid things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn geram wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine within 30 mins or an hour, but takkan everyday like this right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-768432700965662233?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/768432700965662233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/768432700965662233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/768432700965662233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6355911574481404280</id><published>2010-04-28T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:58:40.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just got back from school and feeling tired and hot from being under the sun. Lucky today I’ve no sunburn =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immi Ran, Mada and I were talking about something really HOT today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not HOT to them, but its HOT to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause I like HOTness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Only they understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its something to do with this x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465124269342042034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S9gFkUd_p7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FyaqAN1WLNk/s320/250px-Color_icon_brown_svg.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I’m so hyped about it, maybe cause I was shocked by the HOTness today? Shocked but also syok… Hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to blog about other stuff too, but this one seems better. Why? Cause I just simply love their reaction when I told them about the hotness. Hehehehehe!  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek so what? I like it ma. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone mad O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6355911574481404280?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6355911574481404280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/hotness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6355911574481404280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6355911574481404280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/hotness.html' title='HOTness'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S9gFkUd_p7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/FyaqAN1WLNk/s72-c/250px-Color_icon_brown_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-343778583469328972</id><published>2010-04-25T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:28:20.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just another random topic, but if you’re gonna read it anyway watch this vid first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6GmWPS9EWw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6GmWPS9EWw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last month I was asked about things that really shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Are you going out dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma : Ah Leng ah, last time you brought your boyfriend back home right? Why not invite him here again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand aunty : Ah Leng Leng, lei yao boyfriend ma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt joked about guarding the house and keeping me indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its normal la, but first time I kena so, very shocked. Not to mention if my family knew about my history they’d be speechle - scratch that. I’d get a lecture about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just wondering la, since I’m so bored and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they encouraging me to get a bf? Reaaally? I thought there was some rule I can only date when I’m 18 and in college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I get a bf now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they be act like in the video, or would they be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464078834676324626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S9ROwA2c2RI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aeEFZxmyqIE/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh eh, cute anot? Not as good as my hand drawn piece, but I malas scan it so did it on pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah. Sorry, just bored x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy not that I’ve a bf oso. I'm not gf material!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-343778583469328972?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/343778583469328972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/343778583469328972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/343778583469328972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S9ROwA2c2RI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aeEFZxmyqIE/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5732813120682417862</id><published>2010-04-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:24:45.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You are picky but passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&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.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I kinda agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5732813120682417862?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5732813120682417862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5732813120682417862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5732813120682417862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-true.html' title='Is it true?'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4371060947105080019</id><published>2010-04-23T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:57:57.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I’ve been in quite a foul mood nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know the source until…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imran : Ey Maddie, r u ok? U seemed abit pissed 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s cause of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL wei. Didn’t notice till now tho I cursed for 3 days edi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, it won’t be over till Sport’s Day is over.. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t exam stress, nor deco or art project or dancing stress and its definitely not about marching. So I’m left with…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly annoyed over something stupid like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of it annoying before, but it pushed me over my limits. It somehow discriminated art in an indirect way so yea, very touchy topic to touch on since art is like… My life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t have burst today, I think I scared Illyana and Imran? Sososo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’M SO GODDAMN SORRY ILLYANA! AND IMRAN! And especially, EE LENG for listening to all my silly and very pak qi ( did I spell it right? i know i'm pak qi for not being able to spell it -.- ) vents. And anyone else for that matter…. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I wanna say sorry to it, but then… Haih. Let me settle my feelings first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And thanks Immi Ran! For caring! Sorry for getting you worried =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4371060947105080019?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4371060947105080019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4371060947105080019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4371060947105080019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-really.html' title='Oh really'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-9113317044090559032</id><published>2010-04-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:18:21.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me no wanna do sej and art work so me just gonna blog about nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almonds, macadamias, hazelnuts, pistachios, kacang putih, kacang merah, kacang biru, jelly bean….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua pun crunchy and have high calories. Baaaaaaaad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just read Cheryl’s blog and I’m kinda envious of her TOA life. Eeeeeeeeek! Though it seemed like she was ‘suffering’ there, it looks fun  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe, at least I did some painting today for red house. A pat well deserved! *pats self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another dance rehearsal ( yay! boo! ) and more painting stuff to do. I hope I’ll remember the steps for the dance wei -.-‘ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory’s so bad nowadays that I forgot to study for May exams… Oooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored with my blog theme already. Daaarn. Do I get bored that easily? Really??? That’s bad! Especially bad for some people or person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Wanna. Laugh. But. Nothing. To. Laugh. At.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot what I did today to Ee Leng that looked super stupid, sounded super stupid, and overall stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;………………Aaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot la. Conclusion it’s stupid and we both laughed at it. Sakit perut after that  x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-9113317044090559032?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/9113317044090559032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-ah-aaaaaaaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9113317044090559032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9113317044090559032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-ah-aaaaaaaaah.html' title='Ah, ah, aaaaaaaaah'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8489830625311127458</id><published>2010-04-12T23:16:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:01:00.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imran's 'Bday' Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Sunday was Imran’s ‘celebration’, so Bob and I went to his place around 9.30am. Sean couldn’t go =( When I got there Bob was enjoying a keropok and drinking wintermelon. Yeeeeeee. Imran’s place is huge and NICE. Rich kid. Bob really was enjoying Imi ran’s place, especially the armchair… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459271555196089954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8M6jhPbdmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_oAF-tJ0xAA/s320/01149.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can clearly see him enjoying himself in this vid =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f49173b22b501888" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df49173b22b501888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75DE74FAA650A3B41657BD2B1E4CEB4539513070.58026A680281989C3A4E3C7F0BF2477098E98A86%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df49173b22b501888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFNzr-6xvgM7Egb6JR6fJkMRlaWw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df49173b22b501888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75DE74FAA650A3B41657BD2B1E4CEB4539513070.58026A680281989C3A4E3C7F0BF2477098E98A86%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df49173b22b501888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFNzr-6xvgM7Egb6JR6fJkMRlaWw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;His mum brought us to the LRT and we went to KJ station. There, we got on U623 to Sunway Pyramid. Lol. We were like, sesat. Imran wanted to take a cab, he takut we lambat+sesat. Dunno why people stared at us. Maybe cuz I talked loudly? Yeeeer. How about that guy in the LRT station eh Imran? The mat rempit guy? He stared at us like mad. Hmmm… Must be Bob. He wore like a perompak xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460381236684190002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8crze7E8TI/AAAAAAAAAac/ForoVdoPHU4/s320/01150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to touch his nose, but failed... Eeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460381259896777922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cr01ZY7MI/AAAAAAAAAak/2BL_Ug3gOV0/s320/01152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460381274465516770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cr1rq2POI/AAAAAAAAAas/UWH0vWeFaoY/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob looks great, I look horrible =S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460381279472415442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cr1-UlctI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4Y0JsLiSA0g/s320/01153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gimmeaa your money! x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas Imi ran’s first time naik bus (kononnya) so you’ve learnt something eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, I kinda brought them a whole circle before we found the cinema (oops). Don’t blame me, I didn’t go there for a long time edi. After getting our tickets and Imran getting a headache from counting the ticket price and such, we went to arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice wei, we played the racing thingy, House of Dead 4 con our money T.T and the para para dance thing. Haha! Yea! So fun, tho we looked pretty silly… 1 token needed oni ma, takpe la xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempt dancing… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-458625dc472b3b03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D458625dc472b3b03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BAEDEFA69F964754817F4C14B3E311301EAB7DD.1D594B9CB1FCC2A4DBE2C6BD65163FC261F5C4C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D458625dc472b3b03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMxKGm7EyXk-A60ELIQtSmm_baWc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D458625dc472b3b03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BAEDEFA69F964754817F4C14B3E311301EAB7DD.1D594B9CB1FCC2A4DBE2C6BD65163FC261F5C4C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D458625dc472b3b03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMxKGm7EyXk-A60ELIQtSmm_baWc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their attempt dancing. Imran looks lost, Bob just moves his legs O.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a224c32fcdc9f41c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da224c32fcdc9f41c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BCA03C4EB5E032B31834492B9E07E07F4702D2.3B35D5DB0E3C39AE522D4E713F95D1F2BADBBDFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da224c32fcdc9f41c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF9OAfypPCHYhHV1Py7Rbs8IJ5ho&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da224c32fcdc9f41c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BCA03C4EB5E032B31834492B9E07E07F4702D2.3B35D5DB0E3C39AE522D4E713F95D1F2BADBBDFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da224c32fcdc9f41c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF9OAfypPCHYhHV1Py7Rbs8IJ5ho&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My attempt! At least I did more movements tho I look stupid  x]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3694139051d53b1b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3694139051d53b1b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7449E7E467CC38B03B5D63F94079168072B1EDC0.4F90DDA83D5793BC6F8CF8AAECF0E7F15C837308%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3694139051d53b1b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfrifOfJkCntEZsQIImZK5ENmaWM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3694139051d53b1b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7449E7E467CC38B03B5D63F94079168072B1EDC0.4F90DDA83D5793BC6F8CF8AAECF0E7F15C837308%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3694139051d53b1b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfrifOfJkCntEZsQIImZK5ENmaWM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Imran playing Rambo. They look super serious when playing, takda emotion de -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wai Yan came, and we played racing, HOD4 again, and and… Another dance machine. Maaaan, we suck in dancing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for movie… Clash of the Titans 3D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the movie is nice but it sucked cuz it’s kinda too fast-paced. Graphics super chunted, especially like… Errr… Everything actually =D Medusa was hoooooot. Bob who was sitting beside me went; “Oooo Damn!” when he saw her. Boooooooooooooooob!! Control your hormones xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time! Originally wanted to go for Teppanyaki but ended up in Nando’s instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382525097150546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs-eoqiFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JSvslWGTbHk/s320/01155.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Sayaaang, honeeey... You buat ape skrang?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382545560822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs_q3lZNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1DiTDUP2FtU/s320/01159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ey dude, you gonna finish that chicken? If you ain't, I will'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs-D_VMMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NrpYe1GzwPk/s1600/01154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382517944463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs-D_VMMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NrpYe1GzwPk/s320/01154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382535256596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs_Ee3YNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7r1cLC4qm9A/s320/01158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382530834468434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8cs-0AjDlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NYij4PSL4HU/s320/01156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why pose, makan la girl!  x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382692402197906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8ctIN5S9ZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/MK4V9YQRyfA/s320/01157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Best pose of the day  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I tried Nando’s and it was really good (tho not my price range). Unfortunately with my sickness, couldn’t try spicy stuff =( All of us went for ‘lemon and herb’ flavor while Bob chose the hottest. So everyone except Bob got little flags saying; ‘Not so brave’. LOL wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch they wanted to go ice skating but I ain’t feeling well (sorry guys! I was really such a burden T.T ) so ended up going for bowling. But there was a bowling tournament going on so we went for archery. Heee. Long time no play, and Bob beat us! The lucky bugger got the yellow ring on his 2nd last arrow. Daaaaaamn! Rematch yea Bob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were completely lost on what to do. Bob was ogling over stuff from Anime Tech, Imran was looking for bracelets in a nearby stall and Wai Yan waited for her waffles. The waffles were horrible, and I don’t think the person in charge knew much about how to make them. Swt wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Look at Bob staring at the action figures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382700653107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8ctIsod2UI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qFH8_wvXY78/s320/01160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went for ice skating cuz, well, Imran came here initially for it. Bob had to ciao early (aaaaw!) so 3 of us masuk. Imi-ran paid for it all (poor dude). I was really nervous about skating cuz I tried 3 times before and I didn’t manage to skate, even hurt myself once. Plus afraid to embarrass myself infront of strangers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st round I was clutching the railing for my dear life, Wai Yan and Imran doing the same. Then they’d to ice the rink. 2nd time Wai Yan got it, Imran was still learning and he taught me how to skate. Wheeeeeee~! I can skate! Sorta… Still can’t accelerate and my technique is still wrong. Both of us were like, holding each other for support xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very geng la how Wai Yan fell. She convinced me not to fall (thanks wei!) and I didn’t (yay!). Other people were falling also, and all 3 of us almost got dragged down by others xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wai Yan had to balik… Aaaaw! =( We saw her off and we went for our last round. We were still holding hands ( for support! don’t think wrongly) and it felt weird cause I wanted to be independent. But poor Imran couldn’t balance =S It was fun tho! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to balik, we used the same route back. Hung around Imran’s place before my dad picked me up for dinner. Bought pants in pasar malam! Yeaaa~ Quite cheap wad x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Wai Yan, Bob and definitely Imran for the wonderful day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to skate!! Heeeeeeeee~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and Imran? Happy Bday dude! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8489830625311127458?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3694139051d53b1b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=458625dc472b3b03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a224c32fcdc9f41c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8489830625311127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/imrans-bday-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8489830625311127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8489830625311127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/imrans-bday-outing.html' title='Imran&apos;s &apos;Bday&apos; Outing'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S8M6jhPbdmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_oAF-tJ0xAA/s72-c/01149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3304045056613871532</id><published>2010-04-11T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:29:34.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Begin musical……;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu is gone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu is gone~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu is GONE~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of miserable suffering filled with consuming concoctions : lemon+orange juice, honey lemon, cough syrup and I’m weeeeeeeell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, still having a dry throat and sniffles.. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I’m fine. My fever is gone, I squeezed lemon and oranges like, 5 times yesterday and it all paid off. Heeeeeee  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that I’m a rich girl, tak payah go to doctor edi. YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to enjoy my day in Sunway with Imran, Bob and Wai Yan. Pray I would finally learn how to skate and not embarrass my sorry ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3304045056613871532?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3304045056613871532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3304045056613871532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3304045056613871532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1647080157954515195</id><published>2010-04-08T21:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:37:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzling Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you get when you piece together…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73l4dBdS8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/jALzFPeMZUc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457771081469086658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73l4dBdS8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/jALzFPeMZUc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73meIQe8cI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/47E7wySo9oA/s1600/353622813_348c51b888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457771728729993666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73meIQe8cI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/47E7wySo9oA/s200/353622813_348c51b888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73mSDcYfZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vZQy5Cos7qM/s1600/4343472355_0647f280db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457771521279294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73mSDcYfZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vZQy5Cos7qM/s200/4343472355_0647f280db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIED MOSQUITO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, its true! Plus I actually saw a mosquito getting fried in the pan le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heating up the oil, about to fry onions and such. The pan got too hot so I turned it off. Suddenly, a mosquito appeared out of nowhere and splash, masuk into the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiizzzzzzz…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my… Is that a frigging mosquito??? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiiizzzz….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito writhes for ½ second before going still. It was still being fried after dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared for 3 seconds, dunno whether to burst out laughing or pity the poor fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scooped it out, threw it away. The body was solid hard, result from over frying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I’ve got a few conclusions why it landed it such an unfortunate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bad case of kaki darah. Drank too much, 100% drunk, didn’t see where it was flying and…..plop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Looking for a better heat source, and since the pan is hotter than my body’s temperature, it went there ( bad case of stupidity ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sense of direction teruk giler, so instead of flying to a human, it went to the pan ( suspected a male cause, males don’t ask for directions when they’re lost : bad case of male ego ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Oil addict???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It got sucked in by the exhaust fan and, feeling dazed, it inconveniently flew/dropped into the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 5 more logical la, but who knows… Heee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal for mosquitoes to fly into your heated frying pan? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I’ve experienced this, and feeling kinda thrilled over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very funny wad. But sad also cuz nothing deserves to die in such a way, especially a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitos instead should be swatted to death. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kidding~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1647080157954515195?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1647080157954515195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/sizzling-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1647080157954515195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1647080157954515195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/sizzling-hot.html' title='Sizzling Hot!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S73l4dBdS8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/jALzFPeMZUc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4552547768000359598</id><published>2010-04-07T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:59:13.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another immature rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine you’re a kid wobbling up to your parents, chest puffing and very eager to be praised for getting an A for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be squashed when they start arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that’s what I felt during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to tell them about the dance event, and also asked their permission if I can participate. I really am interested in dancing. I thought they’d support me, tho a ‘lil worried about my studies, and say, “Leng, not bad. Good for you!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I freaking get before I announced my news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Your grandma wasting food’, ‘I don’t want to get involved with this’, ‘Our money wasted’, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to shut up then. What’s the point in telling them now? And then my dad had to go on about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve told you many times, you can’t clip it this way. That’s the point I taught you about it. Didn’t listen’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve told you I’m going to start work soon, and now that I am, you don’t even have any responsibility. Can’t even take in the clothes. Be more proactive instead of lazying around’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t me who hung the clothes up. It was YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back at 6pm, I had to wash my rabbit and her cage which took 45 minutes, then had to set the table, cook rice, fold the clothes. It was around 7.10 when I was done, and I’d to bath straight and dinner’s at 7.30. I wasn’t at home since 7.10am, how could I have taken in the clothes, or make sure my grandma doesn’t overcook, or all the chores I did since 6pm were done? I’M NOT THERE! I WAS IN SCHOOL. EVER BOTHERED ASKING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of explaining, but why bother? He’s just into that blaming mood, and since he’d blast it off at my grandma, it’s now my turn. So what if I goddamn stomped away from the dinner table? You think anyone would want to listen to crap about money wasted and their grandparents going to hell during dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s with the drama?? No point in being so dramatic and not find a solution. So stupid, really. Bad enough it was my mum ( yet again ) who started it by blaming my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this. To want to be closer to your family and when you’re finally about to achieve it, they do something revolting like this to get you pissed and ashamed of them. Family is about trusting each other right? Well, we don’t and I don’t and I’ve never trusted anyone much ever since then. Hah, my bro doesn’t even trust some of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling miserable. And my day was great until this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4552547768000359598?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4552547768000359598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-immature-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4552547768000359598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4552547768000359598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-immature-rant.html' title='Just another immature rant'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-9107682981739324007</id><published>2010-04-06T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:31:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey you Cina people, go check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.malaysia.msn.com/weird-news/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4008563"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.malaysia.msn.com/weird-news/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4008563&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the headline :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taiwan's government on Friday urged the public to stop burning incense sticks and ritual money in honour of the dead and opt instead for online worshipping to better protect the environment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m laughing my guts out. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, everytime I burn incense or ritual money, I always thought; “Aren’t we contributing to air pollution?”. But ignored it cause, well, my grandparents will have something to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another link :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.malaysia.msn.com/Relationships/Singletons/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4012261&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://lifestyle.malaysia.msn.com/Relationships/Singletons/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4012261&amp;amp;page=2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: &lt;strong&gt;Flirting faux pas; how to avoid the common flirting mistakes that we often&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through it of course. Entertaining ma. Plus I finally got rid of my semi-gastric and migraine  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, why can’t guys give up on some things? Is it cause of the MANly aura they want to jaga everytime? Or they just can’t control the way they feel ( raging hormones much? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda disgusting if a guy dirty talks to you, or an ex-lover mentions dating you, or etc. Its… Haiiiiz. No offence la, but… Its so emotionally tiring to face this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like taking care of kids. But kids are cuter  ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-9107682981739324007?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/9107682981739324007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/burnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9107682981739324007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9107682981739324007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/burnnn.html' title='Burnnn'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2897280213611152860</id><published>2010-04-03T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:30:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CY kor and I went to 1U to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455867114401065778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S7ciO--cazI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H4PEWGL3CWA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I heard the name, I thought; "Wow. A movie about breaking night to have daytime".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea. About 12 other people watched the show with us, and kor was saying Sherry covered her eyes throughout the entire movie. I was preparing to cover also, but then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455867116088240162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S7ciPFQsqCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/skKqQW3krj4/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scary a? I think when you face it one-on-one will it be scary. In theatres? Nawww. The scary part would be the sudden outburst of sound and the gory parts. Gila gory la, who knew your blood can spurt out that much? Thank God we finished the popcorn before the most gory part came =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was not bad I guess. In the end, its so ironic that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455871152203782386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S7cl6A9oWPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fmenDhmZzco/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve learn the art of flow chart from kor, since it makes things easier to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met Husaini there. Saw other 2 guys from my school too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I’ve been going to 1U since the past two weeks. Kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kor! Finally we hung out after 3 months =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for putting up with my shopping/browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else better to do there ma… Arcade gila noisy. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2897280213611152860?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2897280213611152860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2897280213611152860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2897280213611152860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-out.html' title='Day Out'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S7ciO--cazI/AAAAAAAAAYc/H4PEWGL3CWA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8201102814649507796</id><published>2010-04-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:01:19.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curling Pins and CN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was talking to Ee Leng about curling pins as I wanted to experiment with curls. Talk talk talk, come back and asked my mum if I can try. She gave me her set of curling pins AND hair styler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, my mum has that?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curler, straightener.. She USES those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try it out later  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results? Dunwan show online. Surely yong sui  x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m very much pleased that Cultural Night is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time to ‘berbakti’ to 10th Petaling, according to Pn Poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happ.eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee daaaaay~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8201102814649507796?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8201102814649507796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/curling-pins-and-cn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8201102814649507796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8201102814649507796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/04/curling-pins-and-cn.html' title='Curling Pins and CN'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8981232727122439773</id><published>2010-03-30T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:38:18.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Strawberry-Banana Flavored Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorareyourkissesquiz/strawberry-banana.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sweet and soft kisser who doesn't ever like to kiss and tell. You are a bit reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is something extremely private. In fact, just taking this quiz probably makes you blush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try not to over think kissing. It's different with every person, and you just go with your intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing means a lot to you, and you do take it pretty seriously. You wouldn't kiss just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouearthfireorairquiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a patient, reliable, and solid person. You tend to be a strong influence and stabilizing force in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite serious, you are thoughtful in all ways. You tend to be a big dreamer, and you can be very laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to observe and stay in the shadows. You don't crave the limelight. You only seek your own approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you don't like to show off, you should let yourself be the center of attention every now and than. You have what it takes to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I’ve to finish a mural design, moral essays, Physics peka, art project, and draw out something I’ve wanted to do for the past 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired nowadays, dunno why. My legs buckled just now, I really don’t know why. What’s happening to me???! Its not like I’m working my ass off anything now. Gasp! Is it possible?? Its….its….&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;old age&lt;/span&gt;. Ptfff, yea right. I think growing fat is the factor ( but the scale doesn’t support my idea ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob said many guys are attracted to me. Its kinda scary especially when that person is someone you dislike or find annoying. So Bob, STOP SCARING THE HELL OUTTA ME! xD  You too, Daniel Elias! I still don’t believe what you guys said, cuz its waaaaay impossible. And freaky. I’m getting goosebumps now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so like these quiz results. I really don’t kiss just anyone. Plus, I’m always dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored. Crap with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks Deric! For the follow thingy. Didn’t notice about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8981232727122439773?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8981232727122439773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8981232727122439773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8981232727122439773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-857492729300493124</id><published>2010-03-28T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:58:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve just finished reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S69xnfFBasI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0cMraTTjaiE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453702596940360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S69xnfFBasI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0cMraTTjaiE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw it on movie, and thought the ending was really sad. Then finally, after 6 years, I bought the book and finished it in 1 and a half days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is of course, different than the book, with a better happy ending;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next morning, a nurse finds them in bed together, dead, holding each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say the book doesn’t have a happy ending as well. At least Allie remembered Noah, and it ended with her unbuttoning his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Awkwaaaaaaaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the book, cuz its touching tho its very fictional. The book has a sequel called, The Wedding, so maybe I’ll buy that since I might know what happened to Allie and Noah =D Maybe only. Mahal le. RM35 for 213 pages. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its about these two lovers who met during one summer in their teens. Allie’s parents forbade her to see Noah who’s from a less reputable family. Fourteen years later, they met up and discovered they still love each other. Allie’s engaged, but she chose to marry Noah. In their later years, Allie had Alzheimer’s and forgot her love and life with Noah, so everyday since the sickness started, he would read to her their story in hopes she’d remember. He’d to suffer seeing her this way but pursued as he had promised to read to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a quote I like in the book;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always together, forever apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really suits what’s been happening to these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and Allie is an artist! She likes autumns too! Come on Maddie, dream big… Dream impossibly big… Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ultimately love this passage;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soso, a good reason for me to stay silent next time I’m dating =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not like I've the choice.. I've always like remaining silent and absorbing the moments. Unless I'm with Ee Leng or Janice, then diff story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-857492729300493124?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/857492729300493124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/857492729300493124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/857492729300493124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S69xnfFBasI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0cMraTTjaiE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1555867756896766766</id><published>2010-03-26T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:57:35.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period is annoying. Can I get an 'Amen'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was rolling around my bed trying to doze off, my throat was burning from thirst but I was too lazy to attend to it when suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den den den… Some flute playing, some dramatic orchestra music… Very cina styled soundtrack la. I don’t know how to describe it -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recognize it! It’s a scene in Red Cliff 1! And Forum 19/food court/God knows what they named the place now is showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not football game with screaming fans. Not a horror movie with screaming actors. Not some random movie that sounds like a Bollywood show with the usual dancing acts. It’s a CINA show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just weird la, that’s all. Imagine listening to the radio from the petrol station behind your house from your room for your whole 16+ years. Then a year of movie/football entertainment. Finally, something I recognize…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows how bored I am when recovering =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry~ I barely ate much today. Period is annoying, really. I didn’t feel faint today (yay!) nor were the cramps horrible like they usually are (double yay!), but I still feel cramps (boo!) and had to lie in bed 2/3 of my time at home and I feel terribly nauseous. DAMN! How can I work or study whenever I get it la? There goes my future =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse, kononnya in some book when you have it, you ain’t suppose to consume cold stuff, carbonated drinks, spicy food and… SWEETS! Oh, the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hot nowadays, so sucky that no cold stuff is allowed down my throat. No sweets? *%^&amp;amp;$^%! They’re my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for spicy food, I’m really in the mood for curry laksa in O&amp;amp;S Restaurant.. They’ve the best curry and asam laksa I’ve taste so far =D And I brainwashed myself with my essay.. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Loh asked us to do this continuous writing thingy, and we have to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I heart was beating very fast…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘..when I saw a collision of two cars’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘..when I saw the girl I love’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘..when a girl started trailing her hand towards my thigh’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘..when I saw the delicious bowl of laksa’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was hungry alright?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1555867756896766766?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1555867756896766766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/period-is-annoying-can-i-get-amen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1555867756896766766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1555867756896766766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/period-is-annoying-can-i-get-amen.html' title='Period is annoying. Can I get an &apos;Amen&apos;?'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-216907887218612327</id><published>2010-03-25T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:57:13.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm passing time so I could watch my 10.20pm show  =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like my new look? Fringe and all.. Ahem. Some people said my old hairstyle looked better, Bob in particular said it looked neatER. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I’m just being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly theme, why? Cuz it’s very artsy and the blend of colours is nice. And and, the layout is just what I wanted. Kinda jealous tho, with the abstract art effect.. My eyebrow is twitching in jealousy right now -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor birthday is coming soon, what to get him eh? Somehow getting him a raccoon that smiles like mad is a scary thought ( and impossible ). I guess something smiley for him, since he’s forever gay. LOL. Can I give him my head scout teacher, or Mr Ng? Their smiles are annoyingly annoying but heck, they smile right? X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any new songs to introduce to me? I’m not really updated nowadays… I like T-Ara &amp;amp; Supernova – T.T.L and Mighty Mouth – Smile for now. Gonna get bored soon, as I got bored of my last blog theme. Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to talk about prom now. Wow. They have even started looking for partners. I heard they wanna have it in some fancy place ( forgot the name ) in KLCC. So freaking far! Imagine we take the LRT in our prom attire… Yong sui betul. Actually, I’m being yong sui to even want to take LRT in a prom dress so… Yong sui me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, not like I’m going. Most of my friends don’t wanna go T.T I doubt I’ll have a date, so why bother much for now? The only think I look forward to is the dress. Yea, Maddie likes dresses now cause they’re convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batik for seni project, but not getting solid info about it. My friend tells me what I’m supposed to do but when I thought I understood, she said I don’t. Dammit. When I finally have the mood to do it… Aaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s time for Big Bang now. I wanna watch Dae Sung in Beethoven’s Virus cuz well, he’s really good in imitating a grandma! Oh, Coffee Prince too~ I really do like it when Seung Ri said, “My Yong Yong~~!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the kardashians is on later, and I need to watch it. Hehe. Yea, I’m watching stuff like these nowadays… =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-216907887218612327?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/216907887218612327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-passing-time-so-i-could-watch-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/216907887218612327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/216907887218612327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-passing-time-so-i-could-watch-my.html' title='I&apos;m passing time so I could watch my 10.20pm show  =D'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5310262800831297177</id><published>2010-03-24T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:35:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berdosa! You know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So when Mr Ng found out about our complain letter to change our class teacher and Physics teacher; aka him, this was how he reacted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see ah.. There are a few people who complain about me. I believe its not all of you, just some problematic students. So see here, about the complaints…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The teacher does not give exercises to students, nor does he use the textbook at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The teacher is not strict, therefore this encourages some students to simply walk out of class and talk loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The teacher doesn’t perform any experiments with us, only when we have to do PEKA work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The teacher only refers to video lessons and gives limited notes, which are barely understandable at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The teacher does not give good testimonial marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a terrible lie. From the start of our lesson I’ve been giving you exercises from the textbook. Do you expect me to read the lessons from the textbook like your primary teachers do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lie. I NEVER encouraged students to walk out of class. As for talking loudly, there are some of you who do this to disrupt the class and I’m sure its you people who wrote this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect me to perform experiments everytime?? You won’t be able to finish your syllables if we do experiment everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, the notes from the video given are actually from the ministry. Are you saying the ministry is no good? You’re insulting the ministry you know? That’s very sinful. I even pointed out the mistakes in the video. Those of you ah, who’re hardworking will ask me how this and that is done and not complain. They will do their work properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sin. Those complaining are definitely looking for an easy A without working hard for it. I’ve been doing this since 28 years ago, and you say I’m WRONG? You all are very sinful ah, you should be thankful if I even give you a B. I’m trying to help you that’s why I give you a B instead of a C or D. Even those who work hard get B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to ask, cannot tahan edi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teacher, how about those who work really hard, do their work, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that nobody’s perfect, like maybe you didn’t pass up your work once or your work was incomplete. Right anot? Nobody’s perfect, that’s why I think the ministry is incorrect to state such a grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 30 minutes went by with him trying to get us to ‘understand’ the problems, he said we’re liars, sinful, incapable of filing complaints which to him is incorrect and lame, that he believe he is correct and we’re wrong and yea, we berdosa berdosa berdosa. Oh, and he even involved religion into his defense. Said that religion do not teach us this and one day when we die our sins will lead to us being born as worms, PIG, etc. He said this over and over and over… Non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna laugh wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t get an A for testimonial because we didn’t pass up ONE homework? So those who work really hard will still get a B while those who don’t get B anyway? Isn’t that a waste of time and effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nobody is perfect, who made YOU perfect to give imperfect statements of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say we’re insulting the ministry, but you also say the ministry is wrong. Aren’t you sinful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t YOU sinful for saying we’re sinful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I’m sure many wanted to fight back as what he said didn’t make sense at all. Like come on, involving religion? Saying you give us exercises when you don’t? Nobody’s perfect? We were all rolling our eyes when he said all this. Really now.. You can’t fight us with solid facts, and you critic our LAME complaints? Don’t cover up your weaknesses wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying really. Just gotta shut up and suffer eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely of the Chinese boys to expose that us GIRLS are the masterminds behind this. Did you forget a few guys are into it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I really hope pengetua comes back ASAP. Isn’t she supposed to be handling this matter? We daren’t ask Hamizan about it, since she signed the letter and passed it back to Mr Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very… Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5310262800831297177?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5310262800831297177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/berdosa-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5310262800831297177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5310262800831297177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/berdosa-you-know.html' title='Berdosa! You know?'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5549036391378712180</id><published>2010-03-22T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:26:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey guys, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451444661319487282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S6dsCValzzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Bo2iFzUMIw/s400/Doc30.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it closely… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451445666892684322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S6ds83d7HCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hfZZKfHA2kk/s400/Doc30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby~ I finally got A+!! I know, I look yong sui now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The curse of the 89s is gone!!!.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 56 so far in Bio, haven’t add in adab marks yet. Hoping to get BM, Moral and Sej marks tomorrow... Aiming A- for BM, A+ for Moral and A for Sej. I failed physics, 25% only but heck.. Didn’t really study for that x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Mada her torte today. Didn’t get her any birthday present le, so seriously, I hope you like it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be working on something now, but I kinda put it off… Heck, I wanna watch So You Think You Can Dance which is like, in 4 minutes time but I’m lazy to finish the thing.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you don’t wanna talk to that person and you even hint about it to them, some ignorant people just keep babbling to you. COME ON! I don't really have the mood to talk to you. I find you annoying sometimes, get it? So please, just stop annoying me~! You really want me to say it flat to your face a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s rude and I shouldn't act this way but really, this is how I feel towards you sometimes. At times I want peace but then its disrupted when you message me. Gosh. Stop man! STOP! The things you say is the worse part. It makes me go..”What the….What kind of question/statement is that?? It gives me the creeps wei” or "Shouldn't you ask someone else this question, like your friends? Its kinda like an excuse to talk to me oni..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry la, but really.. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Boys will be boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5549036391378712180?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5549036391378712180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5549036391378712180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5549036391378712180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S6dsCValzzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6Bo2iFzUMIw/s72-c/Doc30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-9133094248947883871</id><published>2010-03-21T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:21:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooooo school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I totally forgot what I wanted to blog. Sad eh? So I’ll just simply crap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had lunch with my whole family with aunts, uncles,  and my grandaunt + granduncle from England. I’ve not seen them since… God knows when wei. They’re going off to Australia to see their family there and decided to stop by here before going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other grandaunt from England will be coming around June/July.. Can’t wait~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore a dress today? Wore make up? I looked gila scary le.. I think? Cuz I met Joan in the restaurant and she didn’t even recognize me and was obviously shocked to see me.. Like see ghost oni -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural look is still better  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Janice and Mada on Wednesday. Kesian Mada, had to ciao after 1.5 hours spent with us. Helped Janice with shopping and I became her Barbie doll… “Maddie, try this! Maddie, nah, try! “. LOL. Its okay la, I don’t mind but I wasn’t dressed to go shopping.. To keep wearing and taking off so many layers is annoying kay  -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I now know what colour prom or whatever dress suits me……………..: MAROON! Or some kinda darkish pinkish red. In other words, red tertiary colour. See see, I still remember what we learn in Pendidikan Seni Form 1-3  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few photos in my hp, but malas post up. Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work off the flabs in my upper arms and thigh. Can wiggle wiggle de. Boing boing~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with me -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebodaaay slap me!&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a joke, don’t take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitesssss!!  X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-9133094248947883871?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/9133094248947883871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/boooooooo-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9133094248947883871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/9133094248947883871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/boooooooo-school.html' title='Boooooooo school!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2746908395030704145</id><published>2010-03-13T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:10:11.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet + Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today we had meeting in KFC. We were mostly chatting la, not really serious but heck, we DID finish discussing what we were there for xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed around with my hp taking photos and videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S5uLYlD5MjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ghyAwjjG9E4/s1600-h/00797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448101428616311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S5uLYlD5MjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ghyAwjjG9E4/s400/00797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S5uLYeND7JI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ltM1PsxO81A/s1600-h/00796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448101426775714962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S5uLYeND7JI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ltM1PsxO81A/s400/00796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Video Take 1! Managed to record everyone until my phone ran out of memory.. Everyone’s inside except me T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2441bd61b916cdac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2441bd61b916cdac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2920DDD23CCE346762D19F88697EB6C6DB3C94D0.1E162DD5B5F23FB7BB0DAF44AB37606C8FB936D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2441bd61b916cdac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlHlBaXktOVF_X2ervWV2VEOSWhc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2441bd61b916cdac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2920DDD23CCE346762D19F88697EB6C6DB3C94D0.1E162DD5B5F23FB7BB0DAF44AB37606C8FB936D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2441bd61b916cdac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlHlBaXktOVF_X2ervWV2VEOSWhc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Video Take 2! I’m finally inside!! Wai Yan looks like Satyan wei xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5573b05333c3ce3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05573b05333c3ce3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29353976641F3D8AB1FEF9F537205AC0CC7F9BE.4C516FB1B807245F31B813B506D6051ECF158CCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5573b05333c3ce3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dblj07ubbKsTyytOpbh4CAJumrg8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D05573b05333c3ce3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29353976641F3D8AB1FEF9F537205AC0CC7F9BE.4C516FB1B807245F31B813B506D6051ECF158CCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5573b05333c3ce3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dblj07ubbKsTyytOpbh4CAJumrg8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fetched Wendy back, Ee Leng teman me go Jaya 33 to buy my baking stuff. She helped me choose accesories also, not to mention be my FREE translator. Waaah, Ee, next time we go shopping together kay? Hahaha! We balik to my place, ate our lunch ( kfc ) and I taught her how to do her magazine thingy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spent 1 hour watching Big Bang, Kevjumba and HappySlip videos. Lol~ Yes, nothing else better to do ma. Scaring Ee with Bunny is also kinda fun. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for her to balik, but her mum got lost. We walked to where her mum got lost at and yea, Ee’s hp credit died and her mum was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good for the 1st day of hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is baking day, hopefully I won’t forget to put in sugar into my torte attempts =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2746908395030704145?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2746908395030704145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2746908395030704145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2746908395030704145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-visit.html' title='Meet + Visit'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S5uLYlD5MjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ghyAwjjG9E4/s72-c/00797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6914443445907623620</id><published>2010-03-07T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:16:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIBG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn’t really ask my dad how’d it went, but he told me a few things and these 2 are the most annoying ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One parent complained that 2.30 is late and by the time students balik, it’s around 3. Lunchtime at that time is unhealthy. Then dunno what complain about the one session thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengetua : Our school used to have very few students so once its only one session, the school have more students. All schools are following this timing so if you’re unhappy, transfer your students to other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My dad : Students want to camp outside school but there aren’t any security provided by the school. Because of this, students who have leadership potential can’t hone their skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of PIBG : We’ll look into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K : Scouts are the most active group in the school, followed by badminton, blab la.. Scouts have 3 camps; in school, jamboree, outside school. School camps of course have security, jamborees we don’t allow them to stay overnight and outside schools are not under our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is my opinion la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That’s the most stupidest response I have ever heard. Hello, ever heard of problem solving? So if parents DO transfer their children, what will happen to the school? Less than 500? I’ll laugh wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME, YOU’RE THE PRINCIPLE FOR GOD’S SAKE. If students transfer, would you regret saying that?? Come on la, at least other schools that end this late have 2 recesses. Ever thought of that?? It might actually help you know, but nooooo… Just too malas to think of a solution eh. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) WTF?! Since when we CAN’T stay overnight for jamboree?! That’s absurd!! So if we’re in another country, we’ve to go back and forth everyday cause we can’t stay overnight?? And hell, we weren’t informed about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If outside camps aren’t under your control, then why is it we were BANNED to have them? I don’t get it, WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIBG meeting is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see a point in whatever decisions are made by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I kena tangkap for whatever complains I did here, I don’t care cuz its true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6914443445907623620?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6914443445907623620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/pibg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6914443445907623620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6914443445907623620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/03/pibg.html' title='PIBG'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1355028022353868785</id><published>2010-02-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:49:26.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen Tablet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes I finally have one! Hooraaaaay!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost about RM658 and its a Wacom – Bamboo pen and touch screen. So nice wei. Yet to try it but I’m downloading the softwares into my pc now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFTWARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package came with Photoshop and COREL PAINTER! Damn! I have a free version of COREL PAINTER! Omigosh… Though its not the illustrator version, heck, its still CP…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU DAD! For paying first.. I owe him another RM150. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is next week!! I chose a bad time to buy this.. But hey! I finally got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1355028022353868785?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1355028022353868785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/pen-tablet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1355028022353868785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1355028022353868785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/pen-tablet.html' title='Pen Tablet'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5988863688469732603</id><published>2010-02-23T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:43:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears &amp; Wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So today I went to Damansara Specialist Hospital to get my ear checked. Found out the problem, bla bla, the doctor put some suction thingy into my ear. Very ticklish, I wanted to laugh during the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took less than 10 minutes and he charged us RM235…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder doctors are rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM15 for registration, RM120 for consultation, RM100 for procedure. Wow wow wow. But heck, it’s a SPECIALIST hosp so expected la… I still don’t trust UH ma  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dizzy spell is almost over but still feeling nauseous. Besides that, I’m just glad my hearing’s fully restored. Yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’M BACK! WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5988863688469732603?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5988863688469732603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/ears-wax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5988863688469732603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5988863688469732603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/ears-wax.html' title='Ears &amp; Wax'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1103829086239874291</id><published>2010-02-13T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:45:17.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoo yea, just another 20 hours 30 minutes left till CNY. I’m so goddamn pumped right now! And its 3am! What the toooooooooot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was baking cookies until 12. After that I tried my luck and finally I can go online~ Damn internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I malas post up photos of the cookies now so wait till when I got mood la… Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is pink! Was finding for themes that match CNY mood but I think Valentine’s type isn’t that bad either.. Will definitely change soon. For now, I just want red/pink to get luck. ONG ONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I’d to wake early for prayers, then clean up house, finish homework, update troop web and I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEE to enjoy my holidays without worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I can survive.. Very malas do all of the above, except the enjoying thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1103829086239874291?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1103829086239874291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1103829086239874291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1103829086239874291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY Eve!!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4648270966143123195</id><published>2010-02-07T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:49:57.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I spent some time thinking about my English Journal cover, and here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435466776948708322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S26oPDx3E-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fv4OD83f_Uw/s400/Doc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just praying hard teacher won’t reject it.. Come on, not like she said no covers allowed, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishaq’s SURPRISE birthday party yesterday. The fella a, almost ruined the surprise when he went around school taking photos. Kinda sad that we had COH meeting during his party as well.. Blame him for not being free on Friday -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blowing the candle and cutting the cake, he was busy taking photos. What the.. Typical him. Wai Yan gave him HALAL bak kut teh noodles as his pressie.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just updated myself on 8Eight’s latest videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpopasia.com/play/20817/8eight/goodbye-my-love.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.jpopasia.com/play/20817/8eight/goodbye-my-love.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nice song, nice video, ending quite funny when the fella squeezed his face and said sarang hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Ish’s bday photos here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=46086&amp;amp;id=1050621042"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=46086&amp;amp;id=1050621042&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4648270966143123195?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4648270966143123195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4648270966143123195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4648270966143123195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S26oPDx3E-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Fv4OD83f_Uw/s72-c/Doc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-477322122054180842</id><published>2010-02-01T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:57:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never have I rhymed so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were on a busy street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the door in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off to take a taxi home but he came back to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off from the sight of him, walked off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these 20 minutes, even now, I’ve a million thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have waited out instead of coming back straight? Go home at 9 or 10pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have followed him home instead, endure it silently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I call my aunt? Ask her to take me away from it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just ignore everything and pretend nothing happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I gone this far, but I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I had the chance to do it, but I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never am I going to regret what just happened, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, I’m sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying, I’m weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m devastated. I’m disappointed. I’m selfish. I’m clueless. I’m not thinking straight right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, only the worst…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-477322122054180842?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/477322122054180842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-were-on-busy-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/477322122054180842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/477322122054180842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-were-on-busy-street.html' title='Never have I rhymed so much'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7690101563467328439</id><published>2010-01-30T19:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:27:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Cleaning 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Presenting…. ME!!! ( 7 years back )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432503131130817874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2Qg0Kw_7VI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8WKpJ2-y5Ls/s400/Doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I stumbled upon an old photo album when I was cleaning out my room today. Found lots of fun things in my messed up room… Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Garden in Cameron Highlands ( I think.. ). Lookie, bunneeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432504645808174050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2QiMVYOM-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WKzva-25Uc0/s400/Doc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sports Day 2004 in primary school.. Taking a break from Gymrama. In photo ( left ) : Sze Li, Megan, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432503140368110770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2Qg0tLV1LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nYsFKDD9YBQ/s400/Doc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last day in primary. In photo (left ) : Shuen-Wei, Sze Li, Amy, Yuet Ting, Megan, Sue Ching.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432503141729255666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2Qg0yP3QPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YAD9hlNHdmE/s400/Doc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I was still in art class… My teacher, Anna Teoh! Still remember her name xD Look at me, so farney wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432504628551366082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2QiLVF4NcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/0OENHtQ9-9s/s400/Doc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chinese New Year 2004, invited friends over. Left bottom : Anand, Jian Xin, Sze Li and Right bottom : Reuel, me, Sue Wey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432504654129598754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2QiM0YNESI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kOVxMLqQJPE/s400/Doc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cousins in here too. Left : Aaron, Jian Xin, Reuel, Sharmaine, Anand, Sue Wey, Sze Li, Bunny, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2QiL66aHOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6nY_ZLmz0og/s1600-h/Doc4+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432504638703803618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2QiL66aHOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6nY_ZLmz0og/s400/Doc4+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One thing about these photos is.. When I look at myself, I laughed kao kao. I look so NOOB!! Bwahahahaha. Seriously wei… The only thing I like seeing is my hair, which used to be real long and glossy/soft/NOT frizzy. So unlike my current hair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found my missing hair bands and RM50 in certain places! Woot! My room is really that messed up for me to not find them earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fixed my drawers, so I’ve more space to store my stuff now. Hahahaha. So glad wei. But I’m not done with cleaning up yet… Only quarter of my room cleaned T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7690101563467328439?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7690101563467328439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/presenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7690101563467328439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7690101563467328439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/presenting.html' title='CNY Cleaning 1'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S2Qg0Kw_7VI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8WKpJ2-y5Ls/s72-c/Doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-178338304353926996</id><published>2010-01-26T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:42:29.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aeiou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today.. Its like we practically did nothing after recess. I knew I should’ve brought Sej book to study =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting use to the no life, life edi. Probably cuz some things settled jor but then, oo lala, problems come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is PIBG?!?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster come laaaa. I give you a cookie if you do  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it’d be a rotten chipless/nutless/tasteless cookie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very calm now, which is… Odd. I should be stressing wei. Maybe cuz I skip sports practice? Dunno la. Just remembered I’ve 16 things left to settle this week.. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY, faster come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to make cookies, get ang paos, visit relatives, and see red everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New resolution of the year : No matter what the problem is I’d to try and remain calm, shed a few tears and frown if needed, but don’t explode nor break down completely. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;just SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show my SUPERSTAR smile! Come on, I didn’t suffer 2 years of braces for nothing  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, everywhere I see nowadays are frowning, foul mood people. Looking at them made me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I dunwan to look yong sui like that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point get wrinkles early ma, plus botox is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, just smile. If people wanna show their yong sui face then let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I still don’t like that teacher. Its just the way she talks to people. Very ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishaq! Your handwriting teruk la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-178338304353926996?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/178338304353926996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/aeiou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/178338304353926996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/178338304353926996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/aeiou.html' title='aeiou'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4514222042003005481</id><published>2010-01-25T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:14:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was talking to Mada earlier today about dyeing our hair after SPM. I also asked her opinion if I should undergo hair treatment and get curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me with these hairstyles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430693031862798930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S12yihhfClI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jExrNTpI0nc/s400/9038_Ayda-Field-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430693023119302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S12yiA8331I/AAAAAAAAAVk/pu4DQGGO26Q/s400/374-Salon-Hairstyle-Long-Wa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dunno, I kinda like them. Since I’ve natural waves, might as well make use of it, no? And I doubt I’d dye platinum blonde ( like Mada ) but I’d go for chocolate brown. Dark choc and caramel looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430693043218225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S12yjL01GFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_SQPSRKbnn8/s400/untitled22.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430693036513386818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S12yiy2RYUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/L3JgIoZ0IF8/s400/hilary-duff-brunette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There’re some other colours I like, but not sure of it’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, I’d rather think and chat about this than think about SPM 24/7. It's my way of staying calm, so shush! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maddie gone mad, literally.. Next thing you know, I'm posting up something on pink fluffy stuff. Aiyerr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4514222042003005481?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4514222042003005481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4514222042003005481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4514222042003005481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair-hair.html' title='Hair hair!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S12yihhfClI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jExrNTpI0nc/s72-c/9038_Ayda-Field-d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3086314690357569078</id><published>2010-01-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:43:05.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou ou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, I’ve not done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral project&lt;br /&gt;Sect work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I’m doing good. Yeaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve a feeling I forgot something.. Er er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans for the coming week except of course, art club, sports house practice ( not going! ), scouts, Form 2 training, Form 3 meeting, Form 4 meeting and COH/CN meeting. Yes, another week to ‘die’ for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday also got plans.. Primary school reunion/ probably F2 training/ haircut day.. Er er? Didn’t know it all clash until now. Ahahaaa~~ My planning sucks wei. Probably have haircut on Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m seriously not fit for sports. Just realized whenever I faced cramp ‘attacks’, my metabolism grows slower. A simple exercise routine might tire me out like hell. Waaaaaa. Don’t think I can survive till 30  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School making life hell as usual, with the new system thingy. Just chat via Skype with my bro. Er er, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep after eating which is BAD. It’s a habit already but yea, what to do. Habit started when school started. Eyer eyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered what I forgot.. Mural project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I’m 17 this year and there’s SPM to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with me?? Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3086314690357569078?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3086314690357569078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/ou-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3086314690357569078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3086314690357569078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/ou-ou.html' title='Ou ou'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4100783705364119191</id><published>2010-01-21T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:09:10.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Life wei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I WANT the downloading process to be a success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of having it disconnect frequently so my family can watch bro’s performance video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I NEED to get started on revising Form 4 syllables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I plan to study properly this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE to update lots of stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH people would back me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but instead I feel let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE this lifestyle would end soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I can concentrate more on my own stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the five things racing in my mind right now, the 5 things that seem so distant. 1 and 2 is fine, but 4 is.. Aihhhh! Is it me? My problem izit? I’d rather people say it straight to my face than do nothing and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego takda besar, but if you think it is then you’re welcome to pop it. Just don’t literally prick me with a pin… Sakit tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lifeless lately. Everything is scouts, scouts and more scouts. Not that I hate it but I know there are some people out there who would think I’m obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly la, I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people do their work right, I’d be less engaged in such stuff jor. It just feels unfair and imbalanced what’s going on now ( from my point of view ) but heck, if I say anything surely kena BANG with M-16 ( got this idea from Eng exaggeratio – oops, I mean describing friends essay sample ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, I sleep early cuz too tired from days event.. Heeeeeeeeee =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I just remembered to do something.. Maybe I really should take memory pills. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4100783705364119191?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4100783705364119191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-life-wei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4100783705364119191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4100783705364119191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-life-wei.html' title='No Life wei'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7284431739301422932</id><published>2010-01-18T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:57:49.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, so here’s what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mum crashed her car onto another parent’s car nearby my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I fell ill in school and had to balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mum and dad had to go police station for 3 hours to pay fine and all. Obviously both are annoyed at the incident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) After 20 minutes my period started, I had the ‘attack’. Never before have I had it so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Very bad damage to car I heard, so yea, cost a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I was chosen as Sect for red house. Teacher recommended me by saying, ‘Madeleine Madeleine’, ‘ There, the scout one, the girl in front Mr Elvin’.. Lol… Laugh your heart out people, Sect job is ‘fun’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I heard timetable has changed again.. Sucky wei. Why didn’t our class + physics teacher change too??  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My mum said my fainting thing today is due to lack of blood. How she know? She kena twice in her teens.. Cold sweat and buzz in ears are a few of the symptoms.. But she never had blood circulatory problem ( my fingers went numb today ) so yeah, probably I pergi jumpa tabik who will recommend herbs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If get anymore worst, I go hospital for check up.. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of those bad days in a person’s life eh? Except the sect thing is ok.. Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile smile  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7284431739301422932?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7284431739301422932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7284431739301422932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7284431739301422932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-facts.html' title='8 Facts'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8446047083597629618</id><published>2010-01-17T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:18:38.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Feeling dizzy today. Headache is a pain, no? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the drawing I started on Fri! Woot! Let’s not talk about my Xmas greeting which is.. Er.. Gone? I rubbed it off to make way for new drawings.. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow and omegosh, 3 science sub in tomorrow’s schedule! What the… Oh ya, I forgot to complain that Mr Ng is now my physics teacher. He’s also my class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f………………ruit! ( I wanna eat mandarin orange.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my school is set out to have us fail phy. Geram betul wei. No wonder Mr Ng smiling so widely when he came to my class on Fri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new drawing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maddietsl.deviantart.com/art/Torn-150726572"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://maddietsl.deviantart.com/art/Torn-150726572&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I might change my blog theme again.. Maybe find something red or pink to suit CNY/Valentine’s Day. And yea, I’m bored of my theme already.  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8446047083597629618?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8446047083597629618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/waah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8446047083597629618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8446047083597629618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/waah.html' title='Waah'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1525458646183444787</id><published>2010-01-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:31:31.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s hereeeee! Not very thrilled about it tho. Doesn't feel like holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week full of meetings; troop meeting, COH meeting, CN meeting, juniors meetings.. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No life eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok actually. Except, school makes it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 2.30 end, 2.45pm sharp must start club meetings, 3.45 break, 4pm to 6 house practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 2.30 end, 2.45pm start troop meeting and end at 4.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thurs we’re worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, the timing is BADDDDDD. WTF did they do such a system??? Gila late plus 15 mins break only, enough meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess at 10.50, can barely eat cuz prefects shoo us off 5 minutes earlier as if we’re dogs ( I feel like we’re treated in such a way by some prefects lo, no offense ) especially if got physics class before recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 to 2.45 we have to change, get stuff ready for clubs and tm.. 3.45 people worn out edi, need to recuperate but only got 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, last Wednesday canteen not open when we stayed back for uniform body. Smart anot? I wonder if this will happen this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, school is becoming a drag. Not by the lessons but the system. I doubt we can get used to it cuz by 2nd month, we’re too exhausted and people will get bored/tired/fed up with the system that they’ll start to skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complains will take effect on PIBG day ( dunno when is that oso ), so I’m hoping for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh. I mean, Ishhhh….aq! Ok, I’m being lame I know. Habit jor since Breakthru Camp. Lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked to Only You by Kim Jong Wook. The lyrics and music video is like.. waaah. Scary if this happens to you ( in a way ) but the song is sung in an optimistic tone, not emo.. Which is why I like the song  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutes to sad songs that’re sung in happy/upbeat tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I’m sleepy. I’m growing fat and lazy and unfit. I guess some areas do grow when you eat more, or is it when you get closer to your twenties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I saying…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1525458646183444787?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1525458646183444787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1525458646183444787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1525458646183444787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-108870200445426265</id><published>2010-01-15T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:05:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; You Are Shy and Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seng kata my last post emo, so read this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theorchidtest/orchid-6.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been a bit of a fragile flower. You're easily effected by the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that you consider yourself to be a dork or a nerd. You're very involved in your own interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite striking and attractive, you often don't feel that way. You don't see your own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People appreciate your uniqueness and that you don't try to be like anyone else. You couldn't be like anyone else, even if you tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theorchidtest/"&gt;The Orchid Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reading this made me laugh. I mean, the nerd/dork and interest thing feels so true cuz yea, people called me a scout nerd before and yes, I’m into scouts but not so till I ultimately adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is still no 1. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don’t find myself pretty or whatever but the fact that I am? I’ll leave that to you guys to judge x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran said I’m unique in a weird way ( yay! ) but I don ‘t think people appreciate it.. It scares the crap out of them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol lol lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-108870200445426265?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/108870200445426265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/quizzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/108870200445426265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/108870200445426265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/quizzy.html' title='Quizzy'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-828457371119264776</id><published>2010-01-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:16:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Waste Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s been getting on my nerves, so.. Expressing via lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's over, it's over, it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems you can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;When I open my mouth you never listen&lt;br /&gt;You say stay, but what does that mean&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I honestly want to be reminded forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time trying to fix&lt;br /&gt;What I want to erase&lt;br /&gt;What I need to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me my friend&lt;br /&gt;Friend, what does that even mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your hand&lt;br /&gt;You'll only pull me down&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your song&lt;br /&gt;On me, on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy not answering&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew the hell I put myself through&lt;br /&gt;Replaying memories in my head of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Every night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time trying to fix&lt;br /&gt;What I want to erase&lt;br /&gt;What I need to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me my friend&lt;br /&gt;Friend, what does that even mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your hand&lt;br /&gt;You'll only pull me down&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your song&lt;br /&gt;On me, on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're callin'&lt;br /&gt;You're talkin'&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to get in&lt;br /&gt;But it's over, it's over, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time trying to fix it&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath, don't waste your song&lt;br /&gt;On me, on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held me&lt;br /&gt;You felt me&lt;br /&gt;You left me&lt;br /&gt;But it's over, it's over, it's over&lt;br /&gt;You touched me&lt;br /&gt;You had me&lt;br /&gt;But it's over, it's over, it's over my friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Don’t Waste Your Time - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you (s) get it?? I’m so sick of this. Get a clue ok? My feelings are not to be trifled with, nor my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-828457371119264776?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/828457371119264776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-waste-your-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/828457371119264776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/828457371119264776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-waste-your-time.html' title='Don&apos;t Waste Your Time'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6884478683921397482</id><published>2010-01-13T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:21:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today’s troop meeting was OUTRAGEOUS. We didn’t imagine there’d be that many new members attending. The scale was like.. Omg wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la, our troop got 75 members excluding scouter council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated total new members today 70… ( from what I heard )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao wei.. Ishaq’s, Wendy’s and my voice gone on shouting out orders and stuff to be heard. Cough cough~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many will still remain with us till Junior Camp? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exhausted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine not eating from morning to evening.. I makan only at 5.40 = Balik time. Makan apa? Nuts, ice cream, drank milk.. No mood eat jor cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Dinner in 1.20 hours&lt;br /&gt;b) Too hungry till no mood jor ( got such a thing a? yes lo, for me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m being childish by starving myself, but… Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’m broke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus eating divert my concentration on studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to see Mark again today! X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe he came for meeting today.. Thanks so much Mark! You’ve been great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tharini, Bob, Hoong Wai, Kelly,Sze Li, Wai Yan, Yuet May, Ee Leng, Wendy, and of course our dear CUTE TL, Ishaq, for being there… Couldn’t have made through this hectic day without you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, call him cute and he blushes. Believe anot? Try la! That’s what happened in last COH meeting when Wai Yan said that xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can’t believe I need to go through school life this way till end of the year.. I’m tired already, no mood do homework oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6884478683921397482?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6884478683921397482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6884478683921397482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6884478683921397482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6201440724502892603</id><published>2010-01-12T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:02:27.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;School was… Ok? Can’t imagine tomorrow tho.. Have to stay back so late. At least transport problem is solved ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school system.. Buat hal je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray I don’t get arrested for this remark  -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve the flu? Early this morning felt queasy, dizzy, cold.. Then felt it just now again. Damn wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T WANT TO BE SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I made it through last year without any illness ( not bragging ) so why not this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0xxitqXgoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J7Zx9e9nypo/s1600-h/00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425836492261393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0xxitqXgoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J7Zx9e9nypo/s400/00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Drying Bunny off after her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that I bathe her first before myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’ve not bathe, mostly cuz I woke up late and felt too groggy to bath…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6201440724502892603?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6201440724502892603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6201440724502892603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6201440724502892603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0xxitqXgoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/J7Zx9e9nypo/s72-c/00295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4750153659703119580</id><published>2010-01-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:40:58.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So high so high. Lol lol! Got so high in school today that I properly looked like a so***.. Especially after English lesson. Heeeeeeeee  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 pictures in our textbook so teacher ask us to choose one. Apparently the thingy predicts your true personality and mine was :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Talented&lt;br /&gt;Fashionable ( guess all the shopping paid off? )&lt;br /&gt;Loves glamorous lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br /&gt;Humble&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakaka! So pleased with this result that gone high kei.. Stupid eh? Well, I didn’t say I’m smart. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing homework now but but, no mood! Got mood to draw and sleep tho.. Hay fever has drained most of my energy edi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank lemon twice, but its not really working. Damn. Tomorrow I gotta bring one whole bottle of lemon to make studying easier  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the phone with my bro.. Wish he was back here to solve the problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4750153659703119580?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4750153659703119580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4750153659703119580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4750153659703119580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6869699424839595020</id><published>2010-01-10T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:32:49.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It seems to be hereditary since my bro, uncle and I think grandpa has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so annoying when you’ve to face running nose ( when you bend down it rly runs bad, so can’t do homework or eat properly ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sneeze a lot ( my record was 15 sneezes per minute.. not sure but it’s around there ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CAN’T taste food! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to drink lotsa water or else you get fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll feel sleepy from sneezing lots and loss of h20 in body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far medicine works abit, but it’ll come back in a few hours or so.. Or it wouldn’t work at all! =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes every year, once or twice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I’ve only a mild case of it now.. 9 sneezes per minute is ok la, better than continuous per minute sneezes  -.-‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0nUa0s156I/AAAAAAAAAVU/9GUlLuYPyKk/s1600-h/Failed+convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425100783432886178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0nUa0s156I/AAAAAAAAAVU/9GUlLuYPyKk/s400/Failed+convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ohhh, I soooo love this! Remind me to use such a tactic to horny guys. Get to drive them away~! Irritating people they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6869699424839595020?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6869699424839595020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hay-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6869699424839595020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6869699424839595020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hay-fever.html' title='Hay Fever'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0nUa0s156I/AAAAAAAAAVU/9GUlLuYPyKk/s72-c/Failed+convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1218582782376751390</id><published>2010-01-07T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:50:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know those days where you only want to talk to that special person/friend/sibling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you’re in no mood to talk to anyone else other than him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I’m facing that now.. ( not pms )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in no mood to layan people now.. Don’t even know who I wanna talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM essay to do… So boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1218582782376751390?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1218582782376751390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/moody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1218582782376751390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1218582782376751390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5172455658118483150</id><published>2010-01-07T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:51:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought I’d be sleeping early tonight since there aren’t any homework or work for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I was working on this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423669261107137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0S-dQd_DLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AoHJnvflEFA/s400/Anime+004+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For better view click &lt;a href="http://maddietsl.deviantart.com/art/Sweating-149430443"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can finish it tomorrow but heck, knowing myself I might lose my ‘mood’ to finish it tomorrow.. Sad. My drawing sucks big time... Heh. Malas draw properly tonite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, I’m being childish with this drawing but heck.. Just find it funny that sweating is ‘bad’ to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school’s been good so far ( thanks for asking how Form 5 lif e is ). I’ve good teachers and it’s not stressful… yet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Yes Yuet May, I’m sooooooo happy with my Xmas pressie! Don’t perasan ya, just being sarcastic.. Lol! Joking joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5172455658118483150?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5172455658118483150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5172455658118483150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5172455658118483150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0S-dQd_DLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/AoHJnvflEFA/s72-c/Anime+004+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-5198135786516632732</id><published>2010-01-05T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:57:41.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of Sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We started with our bio peka edi so yea, at least things aren’t dead during first few days of school. Tomorrow till Fri is packed with staying back for scouts, scouts, school meeting. Yikeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my old class, and Pn Loh is my form teacher! Time to kiss as--- I mean, gotta behave for good testimonial. Hehehe. Gonna drop add maths and chem so… So long boring subjects!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Fadzilah gave an ‘interesting’ speech today.. At least Sejarah won’t be thaaat boring now I guess. Suddenly felt like studying Sej… NERD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark’s farewell party this Saturday.. I plan on going, but gotta check with parents since party at night ( I’ve a curfew! ) and Ee Leng ajak watch movie before it. Hope I can go cuz I need to shop for some stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new adorable hp theme… SMILEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0MJzu1M_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q-no603Xtd8/s1600-h/cute+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423189160633368530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0MJzu1M_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q-no603Xtd8/s400/cute+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dunno why I call it smiley since its not smiling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it reminds me of the one I got for Yu Hong so.... Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to homework now… I’d usually finish it in school but my ‘hardworking’ mood only came 20 minutes before school ended… Sad sad. Takpe, at least I’ve something to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I’ve been giving nervous/awkward/ whatever u wanna call it smiles to teachers and people I don’t know well. Kinda weird cuz I used to not do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvement eh? Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people end up staring at me like I’m some idiot. Well… Better to be taken an idiot than be rude, right? Or is it the other way round? Dunno la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peka time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-5198135786516632732?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/5198135786516632732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-day-of-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5198135786516632732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/5198135786516632732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-day-of-sch.html' title='2nd Day of Sch'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0MJzu1M_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q-no603Xtd8/s72-c/cute+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6275547244215362837</id><published>2010-01-05T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:47:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, school night but I’m not sleeping… Yet. The lemon tea I prepared hours ago has finally been drunk, waking me up but I can still sleep if I want ( pig! ). Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Lye asked Chi Cheng and I to design shirts for Quartermaster. I still say CC’s one is better than mine. Mine is GAY! Playing with photoshop is still nice tho x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still find a pen tablet easier on the hands ( and eyes ). Heeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925254172772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0IZyWp2h9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ok6MTMMYjSg/s400/Shirt+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925249523834610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0IZyFVdXvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g6iBpd8CiFU/s400/Shirt+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422925260539137826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0IZyuXtjyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Zxjrfu2kUgI/s400/Back.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What do you think? Can't see it clearly eh? Check it out in my facebook notes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about school tomorrow.. Expect a boring post tomorrow then. Lol lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6275547244215362837?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6275547244215362837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/shirt-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6275547244215362837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6275547244215362837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/shirt-design.html' title='Shirt design'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/S0IZyWp2h9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ok6MTMMYjSg/s72-c/Shirt+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7110309056009128142</id><published>2010-01-03T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:11:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Before Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;School tomorrow! Noooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too soon.. Can I turn back time by pressing rewind please? ( note to higher power : see my desperate plea and pity me x] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed new year by shopping at Sungei Wang and yea, got lots of cool stuff. Most successful shopping spree in my life wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent helping out in koperasi, supervising MD and attending BCPM. I slept for most of the day as I’ve been sleeping real late for 2 days. Night time was spent cleaning up cupboard for text books and cupboard + drawer to make way for new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in MSN I saw this article on 27 facts men don’t know about women and here are a few facts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PMS is not a lame excuse to be able to yell at you. It's a great excuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppy Montgomery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When considering whether or not to ask out the girl you're afraid to talk to, keep this in mind: No matter who you are or what you look like, it's always flattering when you hit on us. Always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Mathis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asking for directions is a really big turn-on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2 is most true, followed by no 1 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the turn on thing is not entirely true, but its funny xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7110309056009128142?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7110309056009128142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-before-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7110309056009128142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7110309056009128142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-before-hell.html' title='Day Before Hell'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4932135686254541204</id><published>2010-01-01T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:23:29.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tore off a piece of paper from my ‘Her World 50’ notebook and started scribbling my resolutions on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. ONE - As always, study HARD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM year lu, have to study for real. My plan is; listen to teachers in subjects I suck in and self study the rest. But of course I never do take studies seriously.. If I ever do, it’s the end of the world x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. TWO - Play hardER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, gotta enjoy life no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. THREE - Learn how to drive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt bugs me to learn cuz; “At least there’s a spare driver around when the main one is gone”. I think she’s been watching too many road accidents lately… Lol! Joking joking~&lt;br /&gt;Besides, quite convenient tho I’d rather drive cars that are environmental friendly. Only problem is I must stop daydreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. FOUR - ENJOY school life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last year, gotta savour every moment of it! From ups and downs and anything that comes along =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. FIVE - Plan out my future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Boring and exciting and necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. SIX - Be a better person!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A definite requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. SEVEN - Intimate relationships is no big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m tired of occasional let downs and yea, I’ve learnt the art of moving on fast. Very handy skill xP&lt;br /&gt;My list of bf/date-able requirements is ready too~ Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. EIGHT - Learn how to cook!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t follow recipes cuz mum doesn’t teach me and those I know I don’t have the ingredients. Sooo my art of simply dumping stuff together has to go. Bye bye~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. NINE - Clean up my room ( and bro’s too )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Messy messy and need to do it ASAP before mum nags, then dad, grandpa, grandma, bla bla…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. TEN - Work!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need money to buy important stuff for future, so yes. And need experience too =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its 2010 so 10 resolutions should be enough… Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. ELEVEN - Improve memory!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory chip implants, herbal teas, pills, whatever. Memory’s really bad lately. How bad? I forgot to bring spending money during MV outing till my dad reminded me. Aaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. TWELVE – Buy Feather shampoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I used to use the Honey and Royal Jelly one, then I recently switched back to Avocado and Cammelia Oil essence which by the way, is super sweet fragrant. I simply love the smell! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO. THIRTEEN - Move into a beach house&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Especially one with a good view of the sun setting. Heeeeeeee xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589837058033122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sz1bO2O2ReI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MoRjsY51dSw/s400/Beach+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bottom : This house is really nice! Doesn’t it scream high class? Lol! Perfect view too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589840216436066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sz1bPB_3rWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7wmyGNYBgc4/s400/Beach+house2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421589850573337986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sz1bPolJdYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/0OuuZCxhlpk/s400/Beach+house3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m just crapping no. 12 and 13… Lol! ( but if i can afford, i'd follow no 13... ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, 11 resolutions. Which one do you think I’ll accomplish? I’ve a feeling none will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4932135686254541204?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4932135686254541204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4932135686254541204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4932135686254541204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sz1bO2O2ReI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MoRjsY51dSw/s72-c/Beach+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2850943345910192950</id><published>2009-12-31T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:32:33.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is the end… Noooo! I dunwan to grow old and 2012 seems closer than ever! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to clean up my room today but am now in lazy mode. Jia Yuan picking up his stuff soon I hope, and I’ll be countdown-ing at my aunt’s place tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions? I’ve read Yu Hong’s only, and yea I guess I should start on mine as well. Will post it up tomorrow instead, more appropriate I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the bunny thing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283771105337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzxE3dtS4NI/AAAAAAAAATs/FdBc0JfNwhA/s400/00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn’t she adorable???! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283454996278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzxElEHBbtI/AAAAAAAAATk/nED1YkV5ZdU/s400/00265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That’s carrot juice around her mouth.. The carrot’s so juicy, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421283450677438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzxEk0BVJkI/AAAAAAAAATc/60J1kXSZ8hM/s400/00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also have a video of her, but it’s not sharp and you need to watch it from a very odd angle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits are cute, so there  x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2850943345910192950?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2850943345910192950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2850943345910192950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2850943345910192950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunny.html' title='Bunny!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzxE3dtS4NI/AAAAAAAAATs/FdBc0JfNwhA/s72-c/00271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4210467244384109204</id><published>2009-12-30T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:21:20.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know I just blogged a few minutes ago but heck, I’m bored and hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is 20 minutes from now, but I think I’ll snack after it cuz… I smelt fish! Seafood, omg! Not that I’m allergic to it, but dislike fishy taste + smell. Picky ain’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve a sudden craving for pizzas, teppanyaki,Mcd, and Madeleines. Random much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar’s storyline is cliché, but effects are niceeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna watch Red Cliff 1 and Transformers 2 again… But the discs are so expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank CY kor, cuz today I would’ve been bored to death as they all speaked Chinese except me and kor.. Teman teman~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna curse him for returning the RM10.. Sneak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the bus bell worked today! Yay! Curse has lifted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungreeee~ MD esok and the following days… =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is New Year! ( i don’t celebrate it too… family not the celebrative type, sad )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will spend it shopping in Sungai Wang as dad and aunt+uncle wanna shop for clothes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need :&lt;br /&gt;Tops&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;More tops&lt;br /&gt;Hats&lt;br /&gt;More more tops&lt;br /&gt;Pants maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hungry! Eeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my stomach’s flat  xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaooooz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4210467244384109204?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4210467244384109204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hungry-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4210467244384109204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4210467244384109204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hungry-high.html' title='Hungry High'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2265704059037856959</id><published>2009-12-30T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:35:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just back from MV, again… This time went out with CY kor, Yuet May, Zi Ming, Pik Sue and Ah Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually was supposed to go with Zi Ming only, but ended up catching a movie n hanging out with others  x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was NOT dating him! The fella is kaki perempuan la, pleaaase! I don’t date such guys okaaay? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had MD today, lots of people came. Szi Wei and John Hong flinched at the sight of me wearing tank top and skirt… Gosh. I know I’m yong sui ok? Don’t need be so harsh  T.T  Wen Xin and Wai Yan also stare at me in a scary way. Aaaaaaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In MV, we met Sit Wai who was working, Caroline with dunno who’s that guy and Wai Yan. Wai Yan joined us for lunch and after movie, she went hang kai with Pik Sue and Ah Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry cuz didn’t eat whole day… Say its ridiculous, but I dislike eating outside cuz… Scared of having people watch me eat since :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Feel nervous especially with people I don’t know well. Sometimes nervous to eat around CY kor, funny anot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Cuz nervous, I eat slow. But I always eat slow anyway  -.-‘ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) When eat slow, people end up staring and I feel so guilty cuz they have to wait for me to finish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see, got connection de!!  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, don’t expect me to eat big meals during outings. The tea from lunch was actually filling tho..  O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuet May!! What the… Colour pencil as my X-Mas present??? O.O!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If eyeliner I don’t mind la, but colour pencil???? Waaaaaaah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel 10 years younger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was 6 when I got colour pencils for special celebrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2265704059037856959?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2265704059037856959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/mv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2265704059037856959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2265704059037856959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/mv.html' title='MV'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4230119635945302506</id><published>2009-12-29T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:04:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is text book collection day. Yippeee. 17 books in total, a few useless books and I know I should get started on reading ‘em but but… Malas la! Will read the novels tho, once I’m done with Abhorsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to meet my friends again. Haha. Talked about stuff awhile, since we were all sesated ( true to the sentence; Malaysians don’t know how to line up! ) and yea, nervous la.. Soon to be Form 5. Lol lol. Still got 5 more days till it starts so gotta ENJOY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? You’ve changed. Why be so spiteful against others? Because of what you did, they started to dislike you and even referred you as an It. Not ashamed a? They told me stuff about you but I just let it be, though I know its true cuz I saw you treating them and even me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what you do are quite… Inappropriate? And you defend your faults by snapping back at others. What the heck wei? The least you can do is apologize right? Or if saying sorry seems hard, then show you’re sorry with actions la.. Gosh. Even I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said I didn’t get it bad, cuz you know you can’t step over me. But via your attitude? Ugh. You’ve not crossed the line yet but when you do.. Don’t expect me to treat you any different from a spoilt child. It’s not for me, but for your own sake and also them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want haters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re still my friend, don’t get me wrong. Just want what’s best for you… Even if you’ve mistook this post as something bad.. -.-‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4230119635945302506?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4230119635945302506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4230119635945302506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4230119635945302506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6366551100947011413</id><published>2009-12-26T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:08:35.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like,Omigosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bought sneakers, pumps, tank top, top, mini jacket, necklaces and…. MAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, just lipstick and foundation but hey, it’s a start. Was just wondering what’s my lips’ signature colour and one thing led to another and… boom! My aunt convinced me to buy it, my mum was kinda annoyed I think cuz not enough money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go 1U tomorrow? Parents ajak me and my aunt &amp;amp; uncle are going also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to but but.. $$ not enough la! Told my mum dunwan splurge cuz later no money but she didn’t reply back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dunwan wake up at 8am just to get ready… I wanna sleep! Should’ve bought concealer  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless tomorrow hang out with friends.. Hmmm. Anyone wanna watch a movie or something??  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn weeeei, this is getting outta control. I should have enough clothes to last for CNY but now got discount stuff ma. Hahahahaha. Total girl gene is out. DAMN! ( actually its cheapskate gene.. learn from Ishaq one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor, buy me mascara for Xmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking, don’t go overboard ya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6366551100947011413?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6366551100947011413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/likeomigosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6366551100947011413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6366551100947011413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/likeomigosh.html' title='Like,Omigosh!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2323187202021424034</id><published>2009-12-26T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:24:11.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Lala World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Three days of shopping, how cool is that? Shopping is great no? Can exercise your legs, hands, wallet… Stay slim always huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s my 3rd day shopping. First day Mv, second in Sogo, now Amcorp… Wah wah. My mum ajak pergi 1U but I said up to dad cuz he kena suffer. Lol! Christmas in Sogo, what did I buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodie-dress&lt;br /&gt;Skirt&lt;br /&gt;Tank top&lt;br /&gt;Leggings&lt;br /&gt;2 dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All under RM200 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I expected to buy more since I spent 6 hours there =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And didn’t get to buy shoes… T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even get to buy the bunny soft toy there, which was so keeeewt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a drawing for Xmas which is only a rough sketch and will probably be rub off later. Aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2323187202021424034?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2323187202021424034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-lala-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2323187202021424034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2323187202021424034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-lala-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Lala World'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8131491810220594742</id><published>2009-12-24T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:09:59.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn’t have any plans today since I don’t celebrate Xmas, until CY kor IM-ed me to go Midvalley watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2. Lol! I agreed la, since nothing else better to do at home. Yuet May was supposed to go but suddenly can’t cuz need help Form 3 with MD.. See see, she so kind go sacrifice for you all. OC better belanja her wei =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 45 minutes to get ready + chat + sms. Swt. By the time I reached bus stop, the bus had just gone off so had to wait another 20 minutes. At least the Indian lady beside me was friendly, kindly advising me to be careful cuz motorcyclists had threatened to slash her when she didn’t give them money before. She was heading to MV too, so was taking the same bus as me. Hehe. So nice to talk to a friendly citizen ( though the man who offered me a lift looked kind, I still dunno who’s he… neighbour? Don’t recognize lo ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Mv at 12.50 and kor was still lining up to buy tickets. I went to buy my stuff at the RM5 shop and quite luckily kor came over cuz had trouble choosing a hat for myself. Haha. We then went off to buy his cap; first Tropicana Life, Quicksilver then Metrojaya. Today only I know he likes white stuff, cuz he chose a white cap for me and of course his cap is white. Swt wei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418788406927378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzNnWJvpSgI/AAAAAAAAATM/UD7gYZuA5zA/s400/00255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kor, why does your hand always shake when taking photo? O.o Photo taken in Center Court, and no we taknak take it with Santa.. As one kid exclaimed nearby, Santa is fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at Delifrance. He had a tuna sandwich and iced coffee while I ate myself and a pizza loaf. Yea, I literally ate myself; Madeleine BUNS to be exact.. x] I taste buttery but kinda fluffy.. Kor didn’t want to taste me. So sui T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to the theatre and the movie had already started. It’s really funny and Theodore is so cute!! I recommend you guys to watch it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we jalan-jalaned again. Resumed my shoe shopping expedition but couldn’t find one… Sad hor. We then went to Gardens to get Sherry’s Xmas pressie. Kor afforded it! Somewhat. Had to loan him RM10 but nvm la, I still owe him for movie tickets. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many rounds of walking and meeting up with Sherry to pass her pressie, we went to Jusco again.. It’s the only place I can afford la &gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Balik-ed at 6.10 with Metro 99. First time take same bus back with kor. Lol. Saw Ze Ming ( is it spelt right? ) in the bus but he didn’t see me.. Kor stopped at Asia Jaya and me Paramount. Dunno why the bell didn’t work.. Am I cursed to ring non-soundable bells? It worked on kor! No fair!! Swt! The guy who tried to help me couldn’t ring it too, and I think he once studied in Samad.. Forgot edi! But we did stare awhile la which was kinda unnerving.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I told my mum MV got sales, she suddenly ajak me pergi Sogo tomorrow… Er er? She really that happy I becoming more like a girl meh? Anyway, she asked me to buy discount stuff only and the stuff bought tomorrow will be my CNY clothes.. WOW. She even asked me to clean my room for CNY, which is on Feb 14 ( Valentine’s Day, how cool is that?? ) and erm.. Its 2 months from now.. My room will be dirty back by then laaaa =.= Guess I’ll be spending my Xmas shopping… I hope I don’t become a shopaholic cuz it’s a bad thing.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still wanna go out again before school starts and have to suffer from SPM stress! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ooo mosquito! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much… just saw a mosquito flew by… LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8131491810220594742?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8131491810220594742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-have-any-plans-today-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8131491810220594742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8131491810220594742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-have-any-plans-today-since-i.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzNnWJvpSgI/AAAAAAAAATM/UD7gYZuA5zA/s72-c/00255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7525608865222051153</id><published>2009-12-23T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:23:38.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sneak preview to a few photos from camp. Enjoy~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt4aBehAI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wr37c_t_UkU/s1600-h/Attachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418373380017390594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt4aBehAI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wr37c_t_UkU/s400/Attachment4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Committee pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418374378452416354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHuyhe792I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wUiybeo-U48/s400/Attachment3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Girls gone high, literally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt3wkSL8I/AAAAAAAAASc/Mzd1wrZREE8/s1600-h/Attachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418373368889094082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt3wkSL8I/AAAAAAAAASc/Mzd1wrZREE8/s400/Attachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aaaaw.. Quartermaster so comfortable with Quartermistress.. I wonder what happened to the other Quartermistress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt3Rwx0pI/AAAAAAAAASU/9_WIeTeD48g/s1600-h/Attachment+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418373360619999890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt3Rwx0pI/AAAAAAAAASU/9_WIeTeD48g/s400/Attachment+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gimme gimme ‘O’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As you can see, most of our pictures consist of the 2,5,0 pose.. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7525608865222051153?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7525608865222051153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/sneak-preview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7525608865222051153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7525608865222051153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/sneak-preview.html' title='Sneak Preview'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzHt4aBehAI/AAAAAAAAASs/Wr37c_t_UkU/s72-c/Attachment4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6265537849226705953</id><published>2009-12-23T11:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:37:18.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teens to Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;11.04am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what my clock says now. Before I’d notice, it’d be 11.05, 11.06, 11.07…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing older by the minute and I love/hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind my carefree childhood days sucks. Having more responsibilities is good yet bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM next year… So scared of not passing and getting As eventhough I only need credits for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss my friends after Form 5. Can’t bear the thought of parting with them. New friends? I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life seems interesting enough, can’t wait for it but scared I can’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck did I wake up thinking about this? Swt swt. I’m too much a worrywart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaky to see how much I’ve changed since Form 1. The way I think is waaay different now and I think I’ve matured? Tak tau la. What happened yesterday made me think twice about the mature part. Lol. At least I’ve not changed in that matter, though I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored so help me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGOytOnyvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZO6WGPfxWYo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418268828488944370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGOytOnyvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZO6WGPfxWYo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGPAX9zTNI/AAAAAAAAASM/uvh38tevwmQ/s1600-h/00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418269063299419346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGPAX9zTNI/AAAAAAAAASM/uvh38tevwmQ/s400/00243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGPAX9zTNI/AAAAAAAAASM/uvh38tevwmQ/s1600-h/00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGO7qVG9SI/AAAAAAAAASE/xOmkCKJOSkU/s1600-h/00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my relatives didn’t recognized me when I wore like this yesterday.. Swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6265537849226705953?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6265537849226705953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/teens-to-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6265537849226705953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6265537849226705953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/teens-to-adults.html' title='Teens to Adults'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SzGOytOnyvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZO6WGPfxWYo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-404270058546523546</id><published>2009-12-22T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:10:02.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don’t feel like myself today.. I woke up with a heart ache and now in no mood to eat, sleep, play, chat… What’s wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know the answer, but I refuse to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got a message from my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve a nephew! His name is Ayden and he arrived 10.30am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been good with babies ( cuz my parents n grandma tend to scare me with stories when I was little  =.=  brainwashing sial  ) but heck, I’m gonna give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nephew! I feel old now  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-404270058546523546?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/404270058546523546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/404270058546523546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/404270058546523546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-boy.html' title='Its a Boy!'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7998435479372405552</id><published>2009-12-21T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:00:46.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You told me to post, so here it is x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogger theme, again! How exciting is that?? ( not really.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew bored of the last one…again. And I wanted something pleasant to my eyes, aka not too bright and vibrant colours. Unfortunately my new monitor is quite bright and my eyes scream in agony every few minutes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing theme is quite annoying cuz you’ve to re-type all blog links and change your chatbox colour. Ok, scratch the last part. It’s only freaks like me who wants things to be colour coordinated.. Gaaah. There goes the amateur artist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my er… Distant cousin’s birthday? Dunno how to consider her, cuz she’s from grandma’s family line so I include her into the ‘Seremban gang’. Swt and lol. Just hope everything would turn out ok ( I highly doubt it will ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s a complain repellent spray when you need one? Does mosquito repellent work just as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. I’m bored. And no, I dunwan lala, I hate lala, never ever want to eat ‘em cuz a baby lala ‘waved’ to me when I tried eating lala for the first time at 9… Lala phobia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to bath soon… Yes I’ve not bathe yet but I don’t smell bad either =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, come online fast! I wan photos =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘ Save me. I think I’m going crazy. ’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; L&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yrics from Save Me -Josh Verdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to this sentence, dunno why. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7998435479372405552?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7998435479372405552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-told-me-to-post-so-here-it-is-x-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7998435479372405552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7998435479372405552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-told-me-to-post-so-here-it-is-x-i.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3563061374708500569</id><published>2009-12-20T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:08:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungreeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just back from Break-thru Camp and boy, was it fun  x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it soon I guess, since it’s the last camp my form will be organizing and also Jo-Lyne asked if I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photos from camp! I wished I’ve them now, but I need to wait till Wendy and Ee Leng send them. My ‘2’ photo taken by Yuet May is quite cool.. Potential Facebook profile pic  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I just wanna relax and… EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want dinner now  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need lots of water too cuz I survived on a 1.6 liter bottle and a few sips of Vico. Kinda odd why I didn’t drink lots…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3563061374708500569?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3563061374708500569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hungreeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3563061374708500569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3563061374708500569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hungreeee.html' title='Hungreeee'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3795750883748810449</id><published>2009-12-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:55:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo-yeaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Camp tomorrow! Am I thrilled? Somewhat. Actually, I dunno.  O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it’ll be the last camp I’m going to help organize and I like doing it with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad isn’t feeling well, getting déjà vu feelings from last year’s incident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grandpa just called me a big disappointment.. I’m well past the shock, but it still hurts. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels again, and getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate and like being home, but I’m worried of things at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, really. Everyday is a test of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting emotional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I hate my family but in reality, I don’t. I don’t want to end up being spiteful towards them like my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyerrr, can’t I go to camp in peace?  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe takpe… Esok Wai Yan’s b’day. Get to kacau her.. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, changed my theme again. Got bored of the last one and it looked kinda emo, no? Will change again I think, to suit the Xmas spirit  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3795750883748810449?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3795750883748810449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoo-yeaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3795750883748810449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3795750883748810449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoo-yeaah.html' title='Hoo-yeaah'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-3358583187782476699</id><published>2009-12-15T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:38:23.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Syeem4L7XpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qUzv_XLLKV0/s1600-h/Anime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415471467690942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Syeem4L7XpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qUzv_XLLKV0/s400/Anime1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maddietsl.deviantart.com/art/Money-is-146840627"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; for better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is inspired by my recent financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about RM200 on chef stuff for camp, and though I know it’d be given back to me, I just can’t help but panic over it. Mostly cuz I suddenly realized I’d roughly enough cash for a pen tablet.. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story’s about a girl ( my RM200 ) kena scanned through some price detector machine and got separated from her owner. The last girl is actually a Mastercard.. The M on her top is not clear and I accidentally drew the entire piece tilted! O.o But anywaaaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my storyline and drawings sooo amateur! I’m not happy with this piece at all.. At least I succeed with not screwing up my inking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear Santa, my wish this X-mas if for a nice pen tablet  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-3358583187782476699?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/3358583187782476699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3358583187782476699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/3358583187782476699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Syeem4L7XpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qUzv_XLLKV0/s72-c/Anime1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-733726314743277758</id><published>2009-12-12T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:42:12.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don’t know how to break it to them since its just 3 days from now. But well, here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, how much does whole chicken cost in market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM12 I think. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later, after she told my dad and some stuff happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Someone seems to want to open my door in a rude manner *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood my mum, a scowl on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want to go for jungle camp, FINE. I’ve already told you since last year you’re NOT to go for outside camps. If you want your father and I to start fighting again, then go ahead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door, wondering if my mum was on the verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, last year held lots of bad memories. Why did she have to make me remember? Why?! Those bitter memories, WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to go for jungle camp.. It’ll be the last one I help organize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..Whatever then.. I seemed to be cursed when I go to jungle anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Breakthru committee.. :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like… Ugh. She definitely hit a spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-733726314743277758?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/733726314743277758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/haizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/733726314743277758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/733726314743277758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/haizz.html' title='Haizz'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8038064577664300566</id><published>2009-12-11T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:34:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petaling Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well... Here's what I've bought today. Spent 4 hours there not including 2 makan time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413994127041394386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SyJe-VZadtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2_HITLz7z2I/s400/00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413993836443908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SyJeta1kt7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/uRyAj7bKzw8/s400/00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413993841983437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SyJetveTOcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9PniAGqU8Mg/s400/00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Total amount spent = RM185&lt;br /&gt;Total cash used by self = 50% of what my uncle gave me&lt;br /&gt;Total cash mum spent on me = 57% of total amount spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I’m pleased with that I got. Though I didn’t get to buy tank tops or sneakers, I did replace it with sandals and jacket… Yay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to stop now.. I’m getting a splitting headache from all the smoke and Ee Leng’s comment on my mosquito bite isn’t doing any good to ease the pain -.- Just wish I can finally get sound sleep tonight.. Curse whatever’s stopping me from SIP nowanights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sleep In Peace *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight Of The Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dad’s car drove past P.S., my uncle exclaimed, “Eh, pondan there”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt’s reaction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leng lui anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8038064577664300566?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8038064577664300566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/petaling-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8038064577664300566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8038064577664300566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/petaling-street.html' title='Petaling Street'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SyJe-VZadtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2_HITLz7z2I/s72-c/00032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7583153465787506326</id><published>2009-12-10T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:15:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum + Shopping...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Long time no eat dim sum! Was just watching a movie; Dim Sum Funeral where dim sum died. Many Chinese attended its funeral cuz well, dim sum IS a Chinese dish… I cried when dim sum died   T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m just crapping again… Dim Sum Funeral is a 2008 movie and it was shown in Star Movies just now. Quite a witty movie, you guys gotta watch it  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETALING STREET TOMORROW! Dunno why I’m excited… Maybe cuz its been a long time since I’ve been there? Or cuz I love shopping now? Or am I just thrilled to get out of my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle gave me money to spend for my X-mas pressie.. He and my aunt can’t take me out to shop, so here is the cash worth RM ( censor ). Banyak duit but I remember they spend that much before on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m lucky, I’m grateful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7583153465787506326?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7583153465787506326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/dim-sum-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7583153465787506326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7583153465787506326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/dim-sum-shopping.html' title='Dim Sum + Shopping...?'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-4089601125935977814</id><published>2009-12-08T23:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:14:50.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw-Ings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After I forgot to draw, I finally did it.. Curse my memory =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after drawing for half a day and my sketch is finally finish… This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, malas shade it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outline only la, then post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas outline oso.. Need rub here n there. Haihhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No patience girl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeei, I’m not really the detail-conscious person kay? Besides, my shading and outlining skill suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa kata nak quit art class? Paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, you’re my conscience and should know better! I quit cuz I barely learnt anything there except little shading and colouring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I also know you quit cuz you’re too lazy to get up on Sundays to attend your classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What- Me – I….? Shut up conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you la Madd, you’re one lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you mean flat ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this convo usually goes on in my mind frequently.. I’m a weird person and I like being… As Imran says, ‘unique’. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like mentally retarded.. Lalalalalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment comment x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907792646347186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sx6C9WahGbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Nr08PgJlTd4/s400/anime+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I did this about 3 months back.. This was when I found out colour pencils are nicer to use than pencils. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412908269961349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sx6DZIjSCsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f0aZ0igI914/s400/anime+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tenko of the Law of Ueki anime! Isn’t he adorable? I’d sketch this straight from the screen, which was bad as the image was kinda blur.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This was done 2 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412909000631368850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sx6EDqglvJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eyr69Fi7AwY/s400/anime+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Done a month ago and on my bio paper.. Heh.. Unfinished shading and malas to finish anyway. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412909463268052322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sx6Eel9xTWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-4zkPezYNxk/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Drawn today and also outlined ( yes, I wasn’t that lazy to do it so.. ). I’ve not drawn anything in a long time so I started with the face, then hair, then no idea. My artwork doesn’t have a theme so I always think of something once I’m done with the face… And because my skills suck, my theme keeps changing. Will add in more details when I've the mood xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drawing is about some sprite ( not the drink ) sitting on a bumblebee.. I sketched the bug from wiki’s photo of bumblebees, with lil alterations of course.. Haha! Weird drawing, weird theme, weird imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve been reading too many fantasy novels these past few weeks.. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out on my deviantart acc if its not clear here.. Site is on my sidebar. Or if you're lazy, click &lt;a href="http://maddietsl.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Heee. I’d appreciate it if you comment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nites.. Esok need go school for md again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-4089601125935977814?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/4089601125935977814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/draw-ings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4089601125935977814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/4089601125935977814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/draw-ings.html' title='Draw-Ings'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sx6C9WahGbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Nr08PgJlTd4/s72-c/anime+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8960460700619675490</id><published>2009-12-08T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:05:54.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its 9.42am and here I am, blogging away when I should be in bed sleeping. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine reaching school and as you’re about to enter the den, which is open indicating MD hasn’t started and there’s trouble, you see your fellow COH leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Wendy, I thought today got MD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What MD, they FFK la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz… I woke up at 7 for this =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back, bang Shau Yuan ( I pity the poor dude, but I’d to do it.. sry man ) and yea, I’m 100% awake and cannot get back to sleep.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I’ve another free day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, back to posting up quiz results that I think are quite true and amusing x]&lt;/span&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:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fashion City is Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourfashioncityquiz/paris.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always look amazing, but you never look like you put too much effort in to it. And you probably didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that fashion is all about classic looks, and you shun all silly trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate finer quality items, but you would never have anything with a huge label on it. That's just tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never want your look to seem like it was bought in a store. You always have something in your closet to make your outfit uniquely you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh ya ke? Don’t believe but funny &lt;/span&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:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlanguageareyouquiz/chinese.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit old fashioned and deliberate. You take your time and do things the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an eye for craftsmanship and quality. You cherish and appreciate beautiful objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in the past. You consider yourself to be a student of history, and you are always learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also naturally quite artistic. Even if you aren't an artist by trade, it's likely that you have perfect penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;50% true.. Irony.. I dunno Cina&lt;/span&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:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have an Inspired First Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffirstnamedoyouhavequiz/inspired.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a highly original and naturally creative person. You are always thinking outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are have adventurous spirit, and you are extremely energetic. If you love something, it's easy for you to stay motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique take on the world. Your views are both independent and progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't shy about living a bold and interesting life. You are a bit stubborn and headstrong when it comes to what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lol… Farney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Unpretentious and Honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehandbagtest/handbag-1.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite happy with who you are, and you never pretend to be someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just act naturally. It's what works best for you, and you're comfortable with who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like people when they're just being themselves. Nothing turns you off more quickly than a phony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it when other people want you to measure up to their standards. You should be enough as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;99% true wei, good job quiz xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8960460700619675490?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8960460700619675490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/quizzes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8960460700619675490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8960460700619675490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-6928377435065255538</id><published>2009-12-07T15:43:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:56:29.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m feeling so nostalgic over my past holidays.. Remembering it again brings back good memories and also a deep longing to repeat them again. I didn’t want to post this but what the heck, the urge’s been bugging me for weeks and so here it is =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that I’ve already been to Vietnam, Hong Kong and Macau ( all thanks to my dear uncle ^^ ). One day my uncle asked; ‘‘Leng, between those places which do you like the best?’’. Errm… I couldn’t answer.. Its cuz each place has its own uniqueness, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Vietnam as an example. For those who’re looking for fun shouldn’t go there as it’s mostly a place of culture, scenery and art. Its nightlife is good too, mostly due to the night markets! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412416581499176754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzENGSxRzI/AAAAAAAAANE/QJQM_wvSZNI/s320/2389080303_e86c2fc8e2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its’ culture consist of French, Chinese and many more. Some buildings are French-built that I somehow drool over them.. The tall majestic trees around the city makes it shady and cool ( just the way I like it :D ). It was winter then and as I walked out of the hotel at 5am, the sky was bright and mist shrouded the city. Gila nice atmosphere x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412412241153769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzAQdPyPkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r13Y0JLpt6Q/s320/2707302990_9b7398e663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most of all, I simply LOVE the lake in Hanoi. Its called Hoan Kiem Lake and in the middle of it is a small island, and on it a tower that’s related to a legend they believe in. Kinda a long story, so go wiki on it. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412407146885218386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sxy7n7nhAFI/AAAAAAAAALE/vQrHhfQpoRw/s320/hoan-kiem-lake-in-hanoi-vietnam-2734-460.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The park around the lake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, the lake is also a famous dating spot for lovers all around. At night its darkly lit so you can do things there unnoticed.. Hint hint. Lol! Well, I think its unnoticed la, cuz around the lake is the main road where there’s plenty of people somehow watching you and yet can’t see you cuz its so dark… And cuz that's what our guide told us.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412410852928483410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sxy-_ptFcFI/AAAAAAAAALc/rwGXdmQxpH4/s320/2348707774_639c7c73c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412410524339319970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sxy-shnUtKI/AAAAAAAAALU/gQoY8iK5ves/s320/527319109_cf54d3de3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412410984961945490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sxy_HVkUL5I/AAAAAAAAALk/SyLpty0Syas/s320/2419196644_0b202c62fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412411480458584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/Sxy_kLb64XI/AAAAAAAAALs/2_srurHQQLc/s320/800px-Hanoi_Temple_of_Litterature.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Temple of Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Halong Bay is also a nice place. Cruising through the sea in a Junk ( some sort of mini ship ) is quite boring if you don’t have good company or a good camera. I’m serious! I regretted not being talkative to my uncle’s colleagues and using a better camera as the view was superb. Watching the sunset and sunrise is unforgettable as well ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412414309222972498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzCI1Z5_FI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fMtJf85CbcI/s320/halong-junks-sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412414611514540514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzCabh1QeI/AAAAAAAAAME/xktInkpf2AQ/s320/untitled222.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from one of the many caves around. Look at the Junks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412414933624497794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzCtLe1JoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vxb6Sgttth4/s320/800px-Ha_Long_Bay_with_boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Imagine cruising under this.. With a small boat of course x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412415077487924066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzC1jai02I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LdrvvLGzPlk/s320/107_0777_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hong Kong… Another version of Singapore, no? Fast paced, branded goods, Disneyland ( ok,u don't have this is Sg.. ), and good food is essential.. Peanut butter with steak! Yea, they serve that there.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412415366399812978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzDGXsgZXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/64jGZZe0nWo/s320/1063786562_05accb7aa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During my first day there, I got somewhat confused of the busy lifestyle.. Its quite unlike KL. There, the space between buildings are small and shops are crammed. The walkways are also small and the air was stifling due to the haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412415543444599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzDQrPRcZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Hdb0dWWS2PE/s320/3456388168_6d1074814f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However, I got used to it the next day and was enjoying myself as… I dunno. The cramming somehow makes it feel so homey.. Ahaha! Dunno laa.. Anyway, Victoria Peak is a nice place to go at dusk. I remember standing there, having my hair blown by the strong wind and the chills I got from it.. The feeling of almost being blown away ( literally ) is another fond memory of mine =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412415718394305154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzDa2-iGoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jOn3mLtmLEg/s320/177141206_23931a5a3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On the 3rd day of our trip, we went to Macau via ferry. The journey made me feel sea sick… Thank God I’d my remedy with me ( sweets! ). Macau’s more for adults who want to try their luck gambling, since it’s the Asian version of Las Vegas… Lol! So yeah, I feel quite out of place there as I cannot enter the casinos to check it out T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412416035865924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzDtVpqlYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tf-CmQkzvIo/s320/131422456_662a40fedb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the Venetian, we went browsing through the mall section. This is my favourite part of the trip as its interior design is based on Venice culture. The bridges, boats, shops, lamp posts… Omg.. Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412416273540942786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzD7LDzi8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jkPb2J-kciE/s320/2156461317_3772f41392.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Those are painted skies you know.. Its not real but when you’re standing under them, it seems so real and you’ll lose track of time easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412424543865238578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzLckaxdDI/AAAAAAAAANM/44PLMl-8V1Y/s320/3798848376_5a1e602c55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412425640207681202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzMcYnLhrI/AAAAAAAAANU/pfSGAKVvSRk/s320/2281520108_d0c52a1bd0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412426228890217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzM-poCK3I/AAAAAAAAANk/0h65YL0_gUI/s320/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really do like this setting, as I’ve always dreamt of myself with my special partner strolling down its streets at dusk.. Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I promised myself to return to all three places with my significant other or friends when I’m older. Do you think it’ll come true? Hmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Yee Ling always say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No money no talk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh ya, photos are all from Yahoo Image.. I don't have such photos, and you can't expect me to take any nice ones with a 2 megapixel camera right??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-6928377435065255538?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/6928377435065255538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6928377435065255538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/6928377435065255538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxzENGSxRzI/AAAAAAAAANE/QJQM_wvSZNI/s72-c/2389080303_e86c2fc8e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2629610613548416997</id><published>2009-12-06T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:17:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An 'old' girl's tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot what I’m supposed to do next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something important?! I forgot edi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something I planned to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me remember please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished Seventh Tower’s 2nd book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast finish one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM68 is going down the drain fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are so pricey now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyer eyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuut ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Street day  next Friday.. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be there from 4pm onwards… How long will our shopping take I wonder? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown and listdown starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2629610613548416997?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2629610613548416997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-girls-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2629610613548416997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2629610613548416997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-girls-tale.html' title='An &apos;old&apos; girl&apos;s tale'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1102531094037117655</id><published>2009-12-05T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:15:25.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My handphone is still not reading my memory card. Bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, my parents plan to go Petaling Street next week with my interesting aunt &amp;amp; uncle. Its been a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; time since I went there, so quite excited ( especially cuz my mum will pay for me.. ). =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another aunt plans to take me out next week also to shop for my Christmas present ( I tried declining since I don't celebrate X-mas.. ). I've a feeling she'll bring me clothes shopping cuz 2 days ago she went through my closet.. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since my handphone's memory is super small, I'd to download 3 songs again, but in smaller sizes. It took me 2 days but I've finally downloaded them. Errm... Yay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this one song, Romantic by SHINee that got me thinking; 'Another love song.. It sounds nice'. Since I've not check its lyrics translation before, I did so 10 minutes ago and this was what came up :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, my girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Your unforgettable love&lt;br /&gt;The final tears&lt;br /&gt;Are ripping away at my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;It's ripping away, ( I'm sorry )&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoughtlessly walk to wherever my heart takes me&lt;br /&gt;It seems I am looking for those that look similar to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing at the same place&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems like you just tapping my sagging shoulders and hiding from my sight&lt;br /&gt;Why are you not there?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I not see you?&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes looking too far?&lt;br /&gt;I trusted that I could love again&lt;br /&gt;Still you stay, branded in my heart unmoving&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't not be you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so miserable that I realized this now&lt;br /&gt;The pictures make it look like I am still your love&lt;br /&gt;The heat of your body and your face&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel it deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Still I have romantic in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days I had everything of you.&lt;br /&gt;But why is it (baby why)&lt;br /&gt;That now (tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;That I can't find you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frightened that in the places where our memories are deeply embedded&lt;br /&gt;That I may (I know) see you there with the perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted that I would meet a love like you again&lt;br /&gt;The pain of you branded in my heart is death&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So then I realised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its an emo song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't usually listen to emo songs, but hey, the lyrics are nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice as in cuz I find it true.. This is what I'll feel if it ever happens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait, it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1102531094037117655?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1102531094037117655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1102531094037117655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1102531094037117655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-8214430796942999042</id><published>2009-12-03T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:06:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dig this : I was furious with my handphone as the memory card wasn't working on it. The card died out sometime before but I ignored it cuz I thought it was due to handphone prob ( after masuk air it became a lil... spoilt? ). Then suddenly my mum walks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leng, nah. Your results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wasn't it NOT in the mail?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I practically rushed to the mailbox after receiving an sms from Chun Keat, saying he got his results and found nothing related to my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@*&amp;amp;%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was addressed to my mum and she received it yesterday but didn't open it till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the..... *stares at mum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You only failed one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really a? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya, there go see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But but but... Didn't study properly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heart pumping fast, I took it and looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu - 74 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English - 89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mathematics - 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sejarah - 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moral - 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Physics - 44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chemistry - 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biology - 53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Add Maths - 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sivic - 68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.E. - 72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Killer wei... I got an A for SEJARAH!! WHAT THE ( censor )?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoooooooo! I PASSED Physics, Bio, Chemistry and MATHS! Yay meeeeeeeeeeee xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add maths! I didn't get 0 ( very suprising since I never studied and paid attention ) but 13 sial number la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then looked at English...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89 &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt;AR!?!?! OOOOI, SO CLOSE TO A+!! PN LOH, DON'T KEDEKUT 1 MARK LAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoyed 30 seconds of mouth gaping when I came back to the harsh reality of my handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kill joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, at least now I know what else to aim A for SPM... English, Art, Moral and Sejarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you Pn Jega :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whoever who marked my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-8214430796942999042?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/8214430796942999042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8214430796942999042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/8214430796942999042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-2520080710690165937</id><published>2009-12-02T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:20:48.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My first offical outing in this hols! (sad hor? )I went out with CY kor to Midvalley. Hehe. Left my house at 9.40am and walked up to the bus stop. Waited 15 minutes for the bus to come then arrived at 10.20. My new shoes were giving me problems ( kept falling off ). Small feet is a curse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to collect our tickets after that. The lady gave me 2 small cakes for booking for 2 movies but she forgot to give me my 2nd ticket. Lol. Problem solved, kor reached jor. He said the cakes maybe poisioned when I gave him one, which he then lost it later. People usually find coins on the floor but now they also can find cakes!   xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a lil shopping, and asked kor if he wanted to go. I did warn him its bra shopping, but he said he’ll wait out for me. Haha. Surprisingly the stuff are cheap so I bought a few, but later regret not checking labels cuz one was a push up bra. Denggggg!  =.=  Was too focused on finding one my size…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, our first movie was 2012. The storyline is ok, but the effects… Gila awesome! Make up and everything is also nice. Finally a show that can match the Lord of the Rings!  =)  Kor bought a small popcorn, small coke and a hotdog. Managed to finish the popcorn, he ate the dog and I drank half the coke which I regretted later. Cold + Water + 2.45 hour movie is a bad combination…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping dunno where to go, and kor kept asking me to buy handbag ( cuz I wanted to shop for that ) so we went to Jusco where I saw some that I like, but price range… Whoooo. RM30 edi spent on movie tickets ( I belanja kor ) and another 30 on personal items leaving me with RM40… Walk walk walk, 2pm edi so went into theatre again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan wasn’t all that great… Some effects are… Haihhh. The characters got some comedy at least  x]  The fighting wasn’t what I expected, so I’m gonna watch Red Cliff 2 later tonight cuz the fighting there with its maneuvers and formations is GENG. I like war shows, so what?  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the show, my butt pain jor. I bet Yuet May is laughing like mad after reading this. Lol! But my butt didn’t become flat okaaay? Hahahaha. We jalan-jalan again, went back to Jusco to find handbags but still pricey so I’ll just wait to go Petaling Street la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went Big Apple to makan. I had green tea and kor had some chocolate doughnut with jelly in the middle and cheese. He thought I wanted cheese so he bought, but he ended up eating that. Haha. Fats is good for you kor. Hehe. He bought mango yoghurt ice-cream after that, which he ended up eating most again. He kata I jaga diet  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan-jalan again when we saw Khai Li working! I was waving at her, then she was cursing both of us. Swt… Say hi also curse. Zadou zadou. It was 5.20 edi , so I said better balik. Kor took Rapid KL while the bus I took was 2 buses behind the one he’s taking. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked back, shoes wasn’t giving me problems edi. Yay. Some people honked at me, which I dunno if its cuz those people know me or the sight of a girl walking on a busy road is funny. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks kor, for going out with me.  :D&lt;br /&gt;Seems like today you belanja all the food while I belanja tickets. Lol…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sorry about the ahem shopping… I wanted to do it privately but you came early so… Swt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-2520080710690165937?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/2520080710690165937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2520080710690165937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/2520080710690165937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-1685257310608467768</id><published>2009-12-01T23:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:51:37.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sceneries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Browsing through images on Yahoo Image results, yet again... Can't help it, I find sceneries nice x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410292139697837042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU4CT3HE_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QeNJxfzJ15Q/s400/Port+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunsets are the best! Followed by autumn, abstract and whatever I'm in the mood for. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410292425572133394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU4S802qhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8IqOkECdGHQ/s400/98993546_573cbea5e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at this setting! The sun setting behind the trees... Pure omg moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So sue me for finding sunsets romantic, especially sunset beaches =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293041534255810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU42zdqwsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GP1benBJuXY/s400/City.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dandelion~! Taken at a very nice angle. Feel like blowing it =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293578053352258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU5WCJye0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/aQRI0k5Zquw/s400/Dandelion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to experience autumn soon... Sighhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294247652663666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU59AmtIXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Zw2UZKYbHjA/s400/Sunset+forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovebirds! Cute, aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410294664213998642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU6VQaqrDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cQZHmH7nCAc/s400/Lovebird1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow when seeing sunset or autumn photos, it makes me feel melancholic and wishing to share it with someone special. Hmmmm. Funny feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-1685257310608467768?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/1685257310608467768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/sceneries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1685257310608467768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/1685257310608467768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/sceneries.html' title='Sceneries'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca2gwgtVpR4/SxU4CT3HE_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QeNJxfzJ15Q/s72-c/Port+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472439845992231566.post-7797859300814244591</id><published>2009-12-01T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:57:49.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok la, not on the verge of being desperate yet but... The funniest realisation just occured to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually people will be thrilled to attend Leadership Camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year however...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Different story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What happened to everyone's camping spirit?? Scouting spirit?? Is this our future generation????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quite disappointed =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh! I just realised today is the 1st of Dec!   x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472439845992231566-7797859300814244591?l=donutstostaysane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/feeds/7797859300814244591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/desperado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7797859300814244591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472439845992231566/posts/default/7797859300814244591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donutstostaysane.blogspot.com/2009/12/desperado.html' title='Desperado'/><author><name>Maddie TSL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02563461342558472721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZlpKLXxqE/Ta27ur0nb7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ki1nulHZMNs/s220/P1050816.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
