<?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-4884197848712084704</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:08:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to have heroes;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-3725734697382450825</id><published>2009-07-15T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:52:25.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38.</title><content type='html'>omg &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog, I mean. My laptop has been dead for the past month, so by association, by blog has also obviously, been dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to homework now, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-3725734697382450825?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3725734697382450825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3725734697382450825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3725734697382450825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/38.html' title='38.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8321435583283597479</id><published>2009-05-21T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:20:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37. k-sizzle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cuz that's his rap name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/ShU8KIFG0nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1vKB3Au2y8/s1600-h/vlcsnap-258220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/ShU8KIFG0nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1vKB3Au2y8/s400/vlcsnap-258220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338239077982851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Kristopher Neil freaking Allen won the title of American Idol this year, over Adam Lambert, who was practically pre-ordained to get the title earlier on in the season, by a rumoured LANDSLIDE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38 million votes from Arkansas. That's more than 2/5 of the total votes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, that's NO SMALL FEAT, considering that the whole population of Arkansas is just over 2 million. And the population of San Diego trumps Arkansas by 1 million. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep in mind here that San Diego is a county and Arkansas is a state. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arkansas loves their Pocket Idol. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the Adam lovers who double as Kris haters, just CHILL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your guy is awesome. (Which does NOT mean you can now say, "JYEAH, AND THAT'S WHY HE SHOULD HAVE WON!" all indignantly)&lt;/p&gt;However, him and Kris are practically pretty much polar opposites musically. So all the comparisons between them are just really stupid, because you just CANT compare them to each other.&lt;p&gt;Therefore, if your hate is musically related, YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, come on, people. Don't even START on the whole Christian vs Gay thing. They'e both addressed this issue, and Kris himself has stated, that he did not want to just get the "Christian" vote. Adam solidified that fact saying that the whole competition should not have anything to do with gender, colour, race, or religion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole feud rumours are complete rubbish, too. Both the boys are incredibly supportive of each other, they even say that they'll be first in line to buy the other's album. Though, they might just send it to each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you NOT see the whole LPT and LUT saga? LPT=Little Painted Thumb LUT=Little Unpainted Thumb. The story behind it. More people should be like them. Seriously. According to reports, the story behind the LPT/LUT was that Adam said that if Kris could carry a little bit of him around, so can he. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FEEL THE LOVE LA COME ON.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adam loves Kris. Kris loves Adam. We should love each other too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like both of them. Seriously, I do. I actually liked quite a lot of people from this season, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I like both of them, and I would have been alright with either one winning, but I selfishly wanted Kris to win, and voted for him, and he did win. So I'm happy. Although, what would have been better was if there was a tie and this year's winner(s) was just billed as KRADAM. But there was no miracle, therefore no tie, so it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that, I'm just going to say that I support them both, I'm going to buy both their albums (and Allison's!), and all the haters should just try some love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/ShU8LAVymBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t5IEWgRQHcg/s1600-h/nuzzlesmush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/ShU8LAVymBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t5IEWgRQHcg/s400/nuzzlesmush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338239093085214738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE? Adam loves Kris. And Kris is savouring the moment. Seriously, that picture is NOT a manipulation. Sreencap, yes. And the words were added in. But NO OTHER ALTERATIONS, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kradam = love, sunshine, rainbows and puppies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-8321435583283597479?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8321435583283597479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/37-k-sizzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8321435583283597479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8321435583283597479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/37-k-sizzle.html' title='37. k-sizzle?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/ShU8KIFG0nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-1vKB3Au2y8/s72-c/vlcsnap-258220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6359754920559839969</id><published>2009-05-21T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:22:45.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36. recap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I felt like writing a recap of today's American Idol finale. It's gonna be in chronological order, following the time here on my computer, with me typing as it plays out on-screen, only that I'm following American time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be warned: This post is going to be filled with excessive use of caps lock and hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.06 - It's only now starting? WTF Star World, you FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;8.07 - I see Kimberly Locke in the audience! :D&lt;br /&gt;8.08 - I couldn't get through most of the time, but 100 million?! :O But I guess Ryan didn't get the memo about the ratings.&lt;br /&gt;8.08 - For me, Randy, for you, you should just either retire, or get a bigger vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;8.09 - OHKAY, having to hear Kara say "sweetie" and "honey" repeatedly is almost vomit-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;8.10 - See, Randy? Take vocabulary lessons from Paula, dawg! Although I don't know if she actually uses real words some of the times.&lt;br /&gt;8.11 - Carrie Underwood looks pretty in pink!&lt;br /&gt;8.11 - KRADAM! In white. Oo, spiffy. Deja vu, anyone? Katy is beautiful. Go Pocket Idol!&lt;br /&gt;8.12 - Kris, never stand like that again.&lt;br /&gt;8.12 - Aww, man, I pity that little girl, having to hear Mikalah screech in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;8.13 - OHAI, CARLY! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; You shouldn't have to be an announcer, bb, you're better than that.&lt;br /&gt;8.14 - I'm kinda sad to see Scott spazz out like that. &lt;br /&gt;8.15 - ALLISON. &lt;b&gt;ILY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15 - Okay, so why does GOKEY get to stand in the middle with Adam and Allison? HELLO PRODUCERS WHY ISN'T KRIS THERE INSTEAD?&lt;br /&gt;8.16 - Oh, Jasmine, that was a BAD note.&lt;br /&gt;8.20 - OHMAGOSH, Cook sings NOW?! I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;8.20 - EEEEE Andy is so pretty. His hands are beautiful playing the piano. ♥&lt;br /&gt;8.21 - Stupid Swaybots, gtfo the way. =.=&lt;br /&gt;8. 22 - Aww, Dave, DON'T CRY BB! ♥&lt;br /&gt;8.22 - Kyle's NOT WEARING A TANK TOP! Alleluia. He looks good. ♥&lt;br /&gt;8.23 - That was beautiful, and &lt;b&gt;DON'T YOU DARE DENY IT OR I WILL BITCHSLAP YOU TO URANUS&lt;/b&gt; (cause Pluto isn't a planet any more).&lt;br /&gt;8.24 - SOMEONE GIFT ME THAT PERFORMANCE, PLEASE. I will love you forever. ABC2.&lt;br /&gt;8.25 - OHAI MJ!&lt;br /&gt;8.25 - Crap, this looks stupid....&lt;br /&gt;8.25 - LMAO That was so cute with Kris turning the pedestal and Adam sort of cheering him on. They are so adorb. ♥&lt;br /&gt;8.26 - Oh shit, this guy actually audtioned with Mad World? That is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;8.26 - This is painful. O_O DUDE This guy's voice was so cool. Seriously. Monster role voiceover ftw.&lt;br /&gt;8.27 - That suit needs to be burned. Like last year. Oh, eww. &lt;br /&gt;8.27 - I FLOVE NICK MITCHELL! Dave got his name wrong, though. It's Norman GENTLE, Dave, not Smiley! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;8.28 - Like we're supposed to believe he wasn't wearing the whole outfit under the sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;8.29 - Dude his face. SO MUCH WIN.&lt;br /&gt;8.30 - You can have that purse, yo, you are FEEEE-YARCE, Nick! I love how he seemingly just gave the mic to some random person in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;8.31 - Queen Latifah is ma bish! Lil looks good. Has she lost weight? Or is it just the top?&lt;br /&gt;8.34 - Lil sounded quite good, actually. Maybe it was the actual star presence with her in the performance. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;8.37 - Ohaithurr, Anoop! HEYWAIT. What happened to my Meganoop duet?! This is a travesty. The performance itself isn't, but I still wanted that Meganoop duet that was supposed to happen on this song. And I thought Jason Mraz was dueting with Matt?! Oh well. Hi there, rest of the Top 13!&lt;br /&gt;8. 39 - Aww, Katy looks gorgeous! OMG &lt;u&gt;ACTUAL&lt;/u&gt; FOOTAGE OF HIM.&lt;br /&gt;8.40 - Wai so modest, bb? *squishes* Dark horse is right.&lt;br /&gt;8.40 - I flove his face at that exact moment. Awww, his homecoming. &lt;s&gt;DON'T MAKE ME CRY, DAMMIT, IDOL.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.41 - Anyone else notice that when Kris plays his guitar, the rest of his upper body doesn't move, except for his right arm and shoulder? Ahaha, totes adorb. ♥&lt;br /&gt;8.42 - Damn, Keith Urban is hot. Kyle looks SO like him. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;8.43 - You know what, Kris could actually do country! I'd buy it. This sound really good, actually. He's having so much fun. Aww, Pocket Idol. I love this performance. WILL THIS BE ON iTUNES?&lt;br /&gt;8.44 - LOL @ Justin Guarini's face.&lt;br /&gt;8.48 - Oh, damn, I don't like this song. What the HECK is Megan wearing? I like Allison's outfit though. Oh, Jasmine, you just sound off, honey.&lt;br /&gt;8.50 - Um, gee, Fergie. Diss, much? Damn, I REALLY don't like this song. Plus, it's 2009, not 2008.&lt;br /&gt;8.52 - Aww, Allison looked adorable in that shot. &lt;br /&gt;8.54 - Oh, crap, more "Golden Idols." SHIT BIKINI GIRL MAKES A COMEBACK.&lt;br /&gt;8.58 - TELL HER, KARA! Seriously, Kara, you're a better singer than songwriter. OHAI COOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;8.59 - LOL KARA. &lt;br /&gt;8.59 - OHAI AGAIN, COOKIE. OMG KYLE'S FACE. LMAO! His eyes looked as big as Andy's there! Still adorb, though. ♥&lt;br /&gt;9.02 - I love this song. ALLISON ILUUUUUUUU. ♥&lt;br /&gt;9.03 - Anyone know what instrument Cyndi is playing is?&lt;br /&gt;9.05 - Okay, that performance was flawless. T_T Allison WHY weren't you in the Top 3, girl?? &lt;br /&gt;9.06 - Aww, Ma and Pa Allen are so cute. LOVELOVELOVE.&lt;br /&gt;9.07 - Adam's dad looks a bit like Nigel Lythgoe, actually...&lt;br /&gt;9.07 - LOL @ Ryan's "Sooooo close!" OMGWTFBBQHAAAALENO. Danny is singing HELLO? That's wrong. That is DAVID's song now. For srs bzns. DID YOU NOT GET THE MEMO LAST YEAR? I mean, if Idol wanted to hear this song THAT badly, David's sitting RIGHT THERE. Get HIM to do it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;9.09 - This song is quite nice, though. What's it called?&lt;br /&gt;9.11 - Yeah, Danny, STOP DANCING. HI RUEBEN!&lt;br /&gt;9.15 - OMG I WANT THAT PASS. Damn the lack of iTunes downloads in Malaysia. =.=&lt;br /&gt;9.16 - Awww, Adam in a coonskin cap. OMG PLAID!&lt;br /&gt;9.17 - Okay, WHAT. Is he WEARING? O_O&lt;br /&gt;9.18 - Oh, I SO knew it was going to be KISS. &lt;br /&gt;9.19 - Adam's platform boots are awesome, though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;9.21 - I actually like this song, just never knew who sang it.&lt;br /&gt;.25 - Is Matt gonna sing with Santana? Yes yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;9.26 - YAY Matt! I wonder how many fedora/trilbys he has.&lt;br /&gt;9.27 - DUDE. THAT WAS IT? That was less than 30 seconds, yo! Ooo, work it, Jorge! He's adorable, lol. Damn, Danny's wearing his exact Renegade outfit.&lt;br /&gt;9.28 - Hmmm, why does Kris's red shirt look so familiar....? OH THAT'S RIGHT. Cook wore one like it.&lt;br /&gt;9.29 - Right. Janice Dickinson? OOH COOKIE! Pocket Idol's in plaid! Wait. THEY DIDN'T SHOW THE FORD VIDEO. Blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;9.30 - Steve Martin plays the banjo. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;9.31 - This duet's not bad, but I WANT MY MEGANOOP DUET! D:&lt;br /&gt;9.32 - Aww, Steve, you should. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;9.35 - I see Pocket Idol peeking! Yes, you are very sexy. I mean, SEXYFACE, HELLO. &lt;br /&gt;9.36 - Okay, Rod's jacket/suit/what&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; needs to be burned too. He's pretty blah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;9.39 - &lt;s&gt;Why do they keep showing the guitarist dude during Rod's performance?&lt;/s&gt; Actually, scratch that comment. He's better to look at than Rod anyway.&lt;br /&gt;9.40 - SHIT. TATIANA. You just KNOW she's gonna be in this one.&lt;br /&gt;9.41 - Okay, this girl's voice is just scary kinda squeaky. Yes, darling. Out the door.&lt;br /&gt;9.43 - CODY SHELDON! ILUUUU. ♥ HAHAH She was sitting right behind Cookie. ICUTHAR KYLE.&lt;br /&gt;9.44 - WORK IT GIRL! EVADE THE CLUTCHES OF TPTB! OMGLOL @ Rueben's expression.&lt;br /&gt;9.47 - I JUST SCREAMED. KRADAM DUET. They're singing QUEEN! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG SPAZZING.&lt;br /&gt;9.47 - SHIT, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;! I just fell over. My FAVOURITE BAND EVER (sorry, Dave) + KRADAM = SERIOUS MOTHERF*CKING WIN. I'm shaking. No, seriously, I am.&lt;br /&gt;9.49 - Aww! Total bromance moment while singing. I swear, I FLOVE THIS TOP 2 SO MUCH. Oh, GTFO my way, Paula+Kara.&lt;br /&gt;9.50 - That. Was. THE. Most. Epic. Performance. EVER. Sorry, Dave. Permanent was absolutely BEAUTIFUL, but that was EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;9.54 - Aww, bbs are glued together. ♥&lt;br /&gt;9.55 - Stop blocking Kris! AWWW Adam noticed and pulled Kris into view. LOVELOVELOVE. &lt;br /&gt;9.55 - OMGOMGOMGOMG!! HIS FAAAACE. ALLISON'S DANCING. THE FACEPLANT HUG. POCKET IDOL!&lt;br /&gt;9.56 - Awww, bb. You deserve it too.&lt;br /&gt;9.57 - Pfsht, stupid trophy. Awww, bb is SPEECHLESS. *squishes him* LOL at Allison shoving Adam's butt back out.&lt;br /&gt;9.58 - OH SHIT. Crappy song again. Mountains and Hurricanes, here we go! Aww, Katy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;9.58 - Awww, Kradison is so much LOVE. ♥&lt;br /&gt;9.59 - I'm actually just blocking the words out and listening to his voice.  DUDE. Total DC moment there. &lt;br /&gt;10.00 - WTH JORGE GET OUTTA THE WAY I DON'T LIKE YOU ANY MORE. WHY AREN'T ADAM AND ALLISON AT HIS SIDE??! &lt;br /&gt;10.01 - Uh, what the heck was that shot to Justin Guarini for? &lt;br /&gt;10.01 - KATY! AWWW BB IS CRYING! *smooshes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You did it, Kris. Seriously. Believe it. And I cant believe I actually called it from Top 36. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you, man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, well, actually, I saw the live one too, and they actually showed the Ford Video in that one. It was so. Much. Kradam. LOVE.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/4884197848712084704-6359754920559839969?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6359754920559839969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6359754920559839969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6359754920559839969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/36-recap.html' title='36. recap?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-7472727794458600322</id><published>2009-05-19T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:08:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35. video conference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;12th of May, 2009. Tuesday. &lt;s&gt;Physics Paper 3 and History Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT IMPORTANT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because. The 12th of May, 2009, is also known as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE DAY I SPOKE TO &lt;strong&gt;DAVID FREAKING COOK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I actually did speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;No, not in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually saw his face.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he knows my name. &lt;brand he="" now="" knows="" what="" i="" look="" p=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, if he actually remembers my name and what I look like is a completely different story, which I will never know, unless I see him in person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now you ask. HOW? Right? I know you're asking how. Unless I already told you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. The thing is, last year, when David's album was going to be released, I met up with a bunch of Word Nerds whom I befriended through HOTWN and Dave's official site. They'd met with some of the people from Sony BMG to propose a listening party for the album release, but well, we weren't very coordinated, so that idea got scrapped. Anyway, at the time, we were talking about creating a Malaysian Word Nerd site, something like the one Archuleta Avenue has. We tossed a few ideas about, but we never quite got round to actually setting the site up. It was a great one hour+ spent in Starbucks, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, Phui San told us about the National Cancer Society of Malaysia's Relay for Life, which I will be going for, at the end of this month. We met up again, and decided that we'd go for it in David's name, just as he had gone for the Race for Hope DC on the 3rd of May this year, a day after his brother's passing and during which he announced the news of it. Phui San decided to e-mail the Sony people about our participation in it, and somewhere in the exchange of e-mails between her and Dawn, one of the people who work there, Dawn sent her an e-mail regarding a video conference Sony was planning on arranging with David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously we all jumped at the chance. Dawn mentioned that we could get about 10 people in for the conference. Since our little group sort of expanded (4 people to 8, lol) , it was perfect. But then there was the contest in the News Straight Times (dated 3rd May) and we weren't sure if we had to enter or we had a lockdown on spots. So when we found out that it was gonna be us+winners, you can imagine there was an epic flailing going on in our Facebook thread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. Here's the whole conference, at our new Malaysian Word Nerds site, that has finally gone up and running!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywordnerds.wordpress.com/"&gt;CLICK FOR VIDEO+TRANSCRIBE+LOTS OF LAUGHING FROM US CRAZY NUTS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that's all folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-7472727794458600322?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7472727794458600322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-video-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7472727794458600322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7472727794458600322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/35-video-conference.html' title='35. video conference?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-1381275430744664165</id><published>2009-05-19T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:35:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.myfoxorlando.com/video/videoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kradam loveloveloooooooveeeee. &amp;hearts; Seriously. They are so cuuuuuuuute together. And and and, OMG KRADAM DUET THIS WEEK &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. If TPTB somehow manage to take &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; away from us Kradamites, you better bet there'll be hell lot of outrage. I'd be okay with either one winning, but I selfishly want Kris to win. Why? Here, have a looksie at this LJ post. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://apriljoiex.livejournal.com/164136.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK FOR THE PRETTY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know you want to. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, technically that post was made during Top 3 week to get Kris into the Top 2, but what the haaaay. VOTE VOTE! Vote for the SEXYFACE. Vote for the TENDERDAWG. I'd link another post found on LJ about why people should vote for Kris and Adam instead of Danny Karaoke Gokey, but since he's gone already, it's pretty pointless. Though, if you feel you could use the laughs, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://honey-wheeler.livejournal.com/71070.html"&gt;WARNING: Not for Gokeyokes!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright, then. That's it for updating this much-abandoned blog. *hugs blog* I is sorry. I is be back soon with moar, kay? *pets blog*&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/4884197848712084704-1381275430744664165?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1381275430744664165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1381275430744664165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1381275430744664165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/34.html' title='34.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-5867807905785320848</id><published>2009-04-30T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:12:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33. Madam Shanty isn't here.</title><content type='html'>And therefore there is no Chemistry. Hallelujah to the Lamb. I haven’t finished my work. But I’m in a rambling mood, so Chem shall be put aside so I can get all this crap out of my system. Let’s see how long it goes, considering I didn’t bring my book. Heroes is in my head. I don’t know why. KYLE &amp;hearts; ish so cute la okay. OMG The way he carried Hayden in that pic. O_O One hand, okay. Hayden was freaking SITING on his one arm. That just shows you how damn strong he is. His girlfriend’s hair colour seems to keep changing, though. Stick with one colour, yo. But -squishes them- that pic was all kinds of adorable. And HAYDEN. Ugh. He’s even more adorable than his dad, I swear. They’ve even got the same hair. Lol. That part in Pork Beans where Kyle showed the video of Hayden was like, so much &amp;hearts;SQUEEE+SPAZ. LMAO. Dude, I just spent around seven-ish lines on Kyle and Hayden. LOLOL I am insane. I miss Busted! I miss Eve’s playlets. And Lacka’s. And DCRMW. And Dom. And crams never did finish that episode with the guitars. Lol. Good times, good times. That was where my post count used to go up. Not it’s the band board. Oh how times have changed. OH and Kiki too! I miss Neph. What on earth happened to her, yo? It’s like she disappeared off the face of the earth. Lars Girls Road Trip! I don’t care, that &lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/u&gt; happen one day, okay. And it will be filled with lots of MWK, glow, insanity, and TimTams. Yes. -sigh- Ish I should have brought and adaptor. Lol. Listen to the radio in class. But then again, didn’t bring CD. So... never mind. Come on, ANODYNE must win! The Truth is winning now, but IT CAN CHANGE RIGHT. My poor One True Thing. Lost against Vera in the end. So sad, so sad. But it’s okay, I like Vera anyway. I swear. That was the most EVIL poll ever. Vera/One True Thing/Stuck Under Wheels. EVIL, I tell you. Nngh. I’m cold. I’ll bet you Bumbum fell asleep last night. Lol. Now when I see MIX I think of Mix 105.9fm. Not even Malaysian. LOL. I’ve lost it la. David Cook Is My Homeboy! Cracked my shit up. Sales boost, sales boost! Double platinum. BRING. IT. ON! Mwahaha. Pfsht It’s that girl again. =.= Aih. WHY do I have so much nonsense piled on me? Damn layout. Damn Styrofoam thingy. Chico, help me do the Styrofoam one! Please, I know you’re artistic okay. KRIS ALLEN is kick awesome! :D Remember The Time is in my head now. Heh. Where did they get the story of how he proposed? His wife posts on forums ke? Ahaha. But still. It was so &amp;hearts;aww. Please don’t sing Heaven, Kris, please. People are gonna compare it to Cookeleta’s version of it last year. Sing Money For Nothing. Or Everybody Wants To Rule The World. Tears For Fears! Awesomesauce. :D I want the studio version! Remember The Time, How Sweet It Is, Ain’t No Sunshine. And his Man In The Mirror performance, cause no studio of that. I already have To Make You Feel My Love. Hmm. Okay that’s it, Kris needs to stop singing love songs and try something random, for once. Man In The Mirror was good. And we already know he can rap cause of the Mixed Up video. Still didn’t show quite enough of him, though. At least he sang lead (sort of) in the group song. Don’t Stop Believing. Journey, ftw. But what do they have to do with Randy? Must find out. Tender puppy. Lol. I need lyrics. I only remember like, one line of each song. PHAIL, okay! Goosebumps. Why? O_o Weird. MyGooseIsCooked. Lol Pam. Did anyone ask you why you chose that name? It’s so... random. I feel like changing my avie. To something Kris related. Lol. Be a rebel in the sea of Lambert lovers. Like Yoko and her Noop Dog pimping. Lol. Although, fine, I liked Adam at first, but now, not so much. Same with Danny. Gokey, that is. I still love my Noriega&lt;3&gt; lol. HOMG, even worse, I spent eleven lines on Kris. Ahaha. I need a life that isn’t online la, I swear. Too much already. OOOH I’ve got videos to watch. Properly, this time, I might add. Rewatch 1-5 then continue with 6-8. Was his last song that day CBTM? Weird. !ydniW ahaha. TOML is the Platinum Ninja Magic Rainbow? LMAO. That, or The Magic Rainbow That Could. Light On needs to go platinum la okay. COME ON, PEOPLE! Let’s get LO platinum and get both CBTM and BBS up to gold! Heh. Now I feel a bit sad that the Michael Jackson Spectacular doesn’t include Man In The Mirror or Remember The Time. Well, it has Billie Jean, at least. But it feels so funny cause it’s not the slowed down Chris Cornell version Dave does. Can’t sing along properly. Backbend! Neal + Backbend = -kill me ded- Seriously. LOLOL. OMG Joey really DOES have chicken legs. LMAO so freaking much at that picture of them “running”. Dave really is almost the colour of his socks. And his feet are HUGE. Homeboy wasn’t kidding about size 13. Compare his feet to Joey’s weyh. Big difference. Also, LOL at his extremely big bright red shorts. WHAT were you thinking, Dave? As Jane said. The shorts that he wore when they went to visit the dolphins fit very nicely. When I say fit very nicely, I don’t mean it in an innuendo-ish way that it would probably have if it was said by someone else on HOTWN, but it looked like a normal, decent pair of shorts, so yeah. LOL. Long explanation for no one else but me to read, but what the hay. I left like clarifying it anyway. Ahaha. But I have to admit, thanks to them, and tulsa_gangstas, my mind is in the gutter a lot more than more often than not. xD So... not bermoral. Bwahaha. I’m Krispired. To start dancing like him. LMAO. Man In The Mirror is in my head now. It’s times like these where I really wish I was still in band. -sigh- Wednesday. Tuition. AI. Fellowship committee meeting. How how? Rephrase. How now, brown cow? Maybe I’ll leave early. Nick woulda watched AI already I think. The year they were born, yo. Allison is the only one born in the 1990’s. Heh. Scary la kay. Uhuh. Whoopdedoo? HTF does Moral help you la okay. When I say moral, I mean the moral we learn in school. Damn tak guna. ...Ohkay, interesting number. 57? Pfft Kara. Studio 57? FAIL. Studio 54 la. 24/7! Hee. Danny! Yes, I can go on and on. Ohnoes! Kate has invaded my paper. LMAO. Eh serious ka? We get pizza? O_O YAY! I is very the sleepy sleepy. Erh, no. No one cares. Lol. Come on la. Moral and BK on the same day. If you siao then you do la. Geez. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY KATE HAS TAKEN OVER. 8B Like Invader Zimm. You know what’s stupid? MORAL. B.K. is okay. Moral is just useless useless useless. We MEMORIZE the freaking nilai. Who’s ever gonna put THOSE into practice? Ridiculous. What else is stupid... Ooh, BOYS. HAHA. Sorry KK, this is me being feminist. Yes. Boys are stupid. They don’t get hints. Even when you drop them like bombs over Afghanistan, they don’t get it. Aargh! Frustration. What will I do when I go home? Oh right. Homework. Krystal and Alya irritate me sometimes. Especially when they make us REPEATREPEATREPEAT the stupid dance without actually correcting us. They just say, “No! Very messy! Again!” and we waste so banyak masa. GEEEEZ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And Kate says ‘I’ go off on rants... I wonder who exactly she’s trying to hint at like bombs over Afghan. Bryan? Lol. Goodness knows why the term Sexyface just came into my head. SexyfaceSexyfaceSexyfaaaace. xD &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol not quite Bryan, but he does come under the oblivious-as-hell category. Yes, he is sexyface. OOH go and google Rafi Garron. He’s super smexy saucepot WOO! -drool-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who the hell? Fine. Wikipedia is my best friend. :D Cold... I want my jacket. No, no. Blanket + bed + pillow. Yesss. I want a Snuggie, okay! They’re so cute. Blanket with sleeves. Neal has a Snuggie! LMAO. That fic of him getting all stapled in his Snuggie was so much WIN. Can so imagine him hopping around all sealed in. Bwahaha. Kyle had to help him out. Peekmann&amp;hearts; OTP. Well, slask OTP. Cookwood/Undercook is het OTP. :D Rush of Complication. I don’t want it to end... I mean, yes, I want them to realize that they love each other but I don’t want it to end. Okay fine, so Carrie knows that Dave loves her. BUT will he remember that he (albeit drunkenly) confessed everything to her that night? I can’t freaking wait. Only two more updates, then fin. D: lowlyandunholy, please to be continuing writing Cookwood. I will love you forever. :D What happened to I-forgot-who-wrote Roses &amp;amp; Cyanide? I miss the story. Roses &amp;amp; Cyaniiiide. These feelings we hold inside are all we have now. Midwest Kings, yo. That story is insanely AU. Alternate Universe, yo. Lol. Archuleta = monkeyboy -&gt; is what Kate is doing to my Archie flyer. Ahaha. Hmm. Would they let us bring signs in for the showcase? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;monkeyface!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I wanna bring a sign. Lol. But I don’t know what it would say. Maybe I should go confer with Bernice first. Hee. Ish so cold la. Yes teacher... ramble ramble. Ohyeah I already went on my ‘Moral is dumb’ tangent. I remember when I told Eve that I failed moral. She was so proud of me. LOLOL. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude. Forget Archu-chimp. Go download songs by Good Old War. And Lenka’s The Show. Tres adorablis!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-5867807905785320848?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5867807905785320848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-madam-shanty-isnt-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/5867807905785320848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/5867807905785320848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-madam-shanty-isnt-here.html' title='33. Madam Shanty isn&apos;t here.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-3982663697388120936</id><published>2009-04-30T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:06:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32.</title><content type='html'>So malas. I was gonna do this a long time ago, but I was too lazy. But today for some reason I decided to do it. I started writing this crap one day, when Pn. Shanty didn't come so we had two free periods, and it just continued through the day. Kate joined in too, at the end. It shall be in a new post, just because I want to see how long it can get on the computer. Cause it took up two pieces of foolscap paper, both sides. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-3982663697388120936?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3982663697388120936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3982663697388120936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3982663697388120936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/32.html' title='32.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-471358150002745469</id><published>2009-04-15T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:35:08.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It seems like random people in my school seem to know me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was passing by...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junior 1: *looks at me* Eh it's that band girl right?&lt;br /&gt;Junior 2: *glances* She's a Hermine cheerleader now la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O How the heck do they KNOW that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda scary. I've got like absolutely no idea who they were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-471358150002745469?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/471358150002745469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/471358150002745469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/471358150002745469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/31.html' title='31.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6527350399117343712</id><published>2009-04-13T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:02:50.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30.</title><content type='html'>Crap! Sports day in a week (less that a week, actually), and now we find out that Mira is really sick. Lack of red blood cells or something. YIKES. We're one person down, still no CD, haven't practiced the whole routine together, haven't even practiced with pom poms.. TAH LA WHAT WE GONNA DO. Hermine has to win this year, okay, HAS TO. It's our last year. I don't care, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; do a perfect (okay maybe not so perfect la but still) round-off by Friday. Ughh, tension la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-6527350399117343712?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6527350399117343712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6527350399117343712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6527350399117343712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/30.html' title='30.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-2366371878976042975</id><published>2009-04-13T05:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:50:43.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29.</title><content type='html'>I've got stuff to say. Really, I do. There was Archie's showcase. But no time. Too busy. We'll see. But there WILL be an update. Lol kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-2366371878976042975?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2366371878976042975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2366371878976042975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2366371878976042975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/29.html' title='29.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-5647600481681967798</id><published>2009-04-09T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:54:52.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yaay tomorrow's a holiday. Butbutbut. There's cheer practice. Okaylah tu. My current goal: to do an actual round off. It's getting there! :D Oh oh, need to try doing a liberty, since we're not doing the falling elevation anymore. Harap harap jadi la, other wise what the heck are we gonna do weyh. Next week already sports day. Songs also tada. Haven't practiced the whole thing in sequence yet pulak tu. EEP. Aaaanyway. Turns out I can do a pike. Lol. Okaylaaa enough on cheer. Tension dy. Ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second topic... American Idol! Ahaha. Yesterday I said to myself that if Kris got sent home I'd stop watching. So... He didn't! WOOOOTTT! Not even bottom 3, babeh! DialIdol got it wrong for the first time this season! Okay fine, so technically they didn't get it &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; per se, but he was at the bottom of the list, which did not particularly mean that he was being sent home. &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;, the person at the bottom of the list in the past weeks all have been sent home on their respective weeks. So this week tension la! Butbutbut! He's saaaaaafe. :D Next week theme is Songs from Movies. Lets see what he does la kaaaaay. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. Dah malas. BAI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-5647600481681967798?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5647600481681967798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/5647600481681967798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/5647600481681967798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/28.html' title='28.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6671563212886184330</id><published>2009-04-08T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:53:01.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Man I'm a lazy bum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never did say who my AI favourite this year was, did I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. He's Kick Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kris Allen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lmao I sound so cheerleaderish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALLENation member #249. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I got myself yet another fan number. So what laaaaa. Ish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An&lt;s&gt;d&lt;/s&gt;ywayyyy. I'm finally catching up on all the nonsense work I have to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example, I FINALLY finished the class profile pictures layout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did the whole thing yesterday, til 12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/Sdy4xvsBVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/liviU0oBY94/s1600-h/scan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/Sdy4xvsBVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/liviU0oBY94/s400/scan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322332024399287874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/Sdy4xRkWqsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ouAWbcIoG9s/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/Sdy4xRkWqsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ouAWbcIoG9s/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322332016314067650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click to see a bigger image! Heeee I so proud of myself. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got one more pom pom to do. I sudah malas. I finished one already, at least. My first ever pom pom! omg like damn sad, weyh. Ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got shitloads of bio and physics work to do. But frankly I don't give two shits la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to do the styrofoam thingy for confirmation. And around 10 more cross stitches to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The deadline for styrofoam is 17th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeaaaaah, I should probably ask someone to help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH PETERRRRRR. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywaaay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BERNICE! In err. 2 days, 17 hours and 10 minutes we'll be seeing your future boyfriend/husband!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Archie concert whoo!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just for the record, I'm not a traitor, okay. Archie's probably the closest thing I'm gonna get to Cook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also, I feel like making a sign to bring to the concert saying "Can I have David Cook's number?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to see the reactions I'll get. Mwahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also find it quite amusing that Archie's first international concert is here. In Malaysia. Of all places. Heh. Chun chun. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay baaaiiii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-6671563212886184330?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6671563212886184330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6671563212886184330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6671563212886184330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/27.html' title='27.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/Sdy4xvsBVkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/liviU0oBY94/s72-c/scan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-7559371237203252625</id><published>2009-03-30T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:10:18.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm a lazy bum. So sue me. No, don't. Whatever. Follow my twitter je lah, people. Lol. I went out with Andrew on Saturday. Sungai Wang. First time, kay. I know la I noob. Shattup. Heh. So. Exam results?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BM - 65&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English - 61 ; retarded like hell, right?! ISHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History - 44&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral - 60 ; DUDE I FINALLY PASSED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Math - 85&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Add Math - 80 ; yes, I'm awesome. Lol perasan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physics - 54&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chem - 53&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bio - 37 ; PHAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh. Entah la what I'll end up getting for Art cause I didn't pass up the other half of the whatever we were supposed to. XD Anyway. Bai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-7559371237203252625?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7559371237203252625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7559371237203252625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7559371237203252625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/26.html' title='26.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-7804181814674661318</id><published>2009-03-22T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:24:40.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow school. DIE LAAAAH. Results coming back. DIELAAAAH. Ish. But I swear, I don't care la what my dad says, I'M DROPPING BIO, DAMMIT. Yes. My mother say okay. FINALLY. Before the holidays she said, wait. Maybe you'll suddenly gain some sort of love or appreciation or what&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; of bio during the holidays. Uh... NO. Still the same hatred. So yeah. BAI BAI BIO. Ish Idc anymore kaaaayy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aih. Damn lazy to blog nowadays. Twitter banyak the easier la. Can post random shits. Doing that here is like, aiyaaah damn mafan. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaybaiii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ETA: Cookwood is SO my het OTP. xD Kaybye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-7804181814674661318?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7804181814674661318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7804181814674661318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7804181814674661318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/25.html' title='25.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-2118087504283695803</id><published>2009-03-19T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:15:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm back from Indon! Ehh malas to blog about it. In short, it was pretty okay. Food was quite good. Relatively cheap also. Shopping on the other hand, was terrible. The clothes there are seriously weird la. But I did buy some vest-like thing. And a couple hairbands ala Nathaniel Marshall. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I now have a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kathleenxx"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BlueLightTech"&gt;Terry the blue light tech&lt;/a&gt;. LOLOL. Damn fun la. It's being taken over by random items of Dave's clothing plus one of Joey's, and Word Nerds. I never thought I'd be talking to a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thepurplepants"&gt;pair of purple pants&lt;/a&gt;. O_O Ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaybeh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-2118087504283695803?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2118087504283695803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2118087504283695803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2118087504283695803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/24.html' title='24.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-4175303155373339858</id><published>2009-03-13T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:29:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So. Exams are finally over! Yaaay. But I'm sick. Booo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started yesterday. After school, around 3 something I started having a stomach ache. Little while after that I vomitted. Stayed that way the whole time after that okay. Around 6 something I vomitted again, and it felt like I just got my stomach pumped okay. Damn pain. After that I couldn't eat at ALL, I just kept vomitting. Most of it was water. All in all, I barfed 6 times yesterday. Mummy said if today I still felt bad then I just go to school in time for my maths paper. So okay la. This morning she came in to my room around 6 something. I was still feeling pretty blah so I didn't go to school. XD Only went after recess, lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't go for cheer practice, cause even though I was feeling relatively better, I still wasn't completely okay. Turns out it was a REAL good thing I didn't go too, cause just now I fell asleep and woke up only because my whole body was in pain. Like, serious shit. Felt like I dislocated &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt;thing in my body. My jaw felt like someone was holding on to it and twisting it in a way it just should NOT be moved. My head was throbbing, my throat felt constricted. And my back. That was the worst. Felt like someone was stepping all over it trying to break my bones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So went to the doctor. I think it was the first time daddy actually said I should go see one. Normally it's me bugging him. Lol. But anyway. Went la. Wanted to go the one near our house, in Sentosa. But turns out it was closed. So drive drive drive. Found another one, but it looked pretty run down. Daddy asked me if I wanted to go anyway, so I said yeah go only la. No parking near there so parked at the other clinic and walked. Went there, told the doctor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Verdict: Viral fever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ish. Tomorrow going Indonesia some more. Aihh. Tengok tengok la how. Kaybeh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-4175303155373339858?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4175303155373339858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4175303155373339858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4175303155373339858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/23.html' title='23.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-4399033517616767087</id><published>2009-03-08T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:37:47.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22. otp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Peekmann is seriously my OTP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OTP = One true pairing. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look laaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii137/fluffeh_bunneh/loveeee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much love, kaaaay. You cant fake such a look of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the fact that they're together in practically every picture of the EEB I've seen so far, including the ones with fans, just so solidifies my love for Peekmann. And the fact that the favourite colour of both of them is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; is just *SQUEEEEE* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serious shit. I've never been so slashy in my life, pssshtt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-4399033517616767087?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4399033517616767087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-otp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4399033517616767087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4399033517616767087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-otp.html' title='22. otp?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-2621702826308302520</id><published>2009-03-08T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:58:32.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wrote this after sejarah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll take you just the way you are: imperfect words inside the perfect song. All these heroes come and go – you’re still standing. Sometimes it feels like we’ve run out of luck and the signal keeps on breaking up. When you find you, come back to me. Stars in the sky are the stars in my eyes – it’s the cost of getting out of here alive. Missing keys, bloody nose: consequences of what I chose. And all those promises I shouldn’t have made; I did it for you. So lie to me and tell me that it’s gonna be alright. Lie to me and tell me that we’ll make it through the night. They throw the stones and bricks and bones - “He didn’t stand a chance,” they said. All that we had planned, was it nothing more than noise inside my head? When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head. I’m permanent. Say goodbye to the cold and try to forgive everything this night. You’re a broken bride and we all know we can win you over with just a kiss on the neck. And I’m out on the edge of forever, ready to run. Keeping my arms open wide, face to the sun. When your smile becomes the reason I breathe, and your eyes become the motive to see, can you breathe tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's a progression of sorts"&lt;/em&gt; - David Cook on his debut major label album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-2621702826308302520?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2621702826308302520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2621702826308302520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2621702826308302520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6885599142661672649</id><published>2009-03-08T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:16:11.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just found out that SPM Moral and Bible Knowledge are on the same day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both also kau kau memorizing subjects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25th November 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE LAAAAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I changed my blog title. Matchbox army. Neal's ASCAP registered name and part of a lyric from &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Undertow&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/mwkmusic"&gt;MWK&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BAII.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-6885599142661672649?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6885599142661672649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6885599142661672649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6885599142661672649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8879433686405442854</id><published>2009-03-06T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:02:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19. Tagged?</title><content type='html'>1) The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;Zi Lyyyyynnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Kawan baiiiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your first impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. Aiyak. Cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable moments with her:&lt;br /&gt;Failing at DDR in her house. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. I also dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes yr lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she became yr lover, what should he/she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes yr enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;Cry? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If he/she becomes yr enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;Dunnoooo. Don't want to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh. Nothing. All we've got is exams. It's every (wo)man for (her)self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression on him/her:&lt;br /&gt;Awesomesauce. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Insanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Lazyness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) The most ideal person you want too be is:&lt;br /&gt;Eh I like myself okaayh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;I love you, you love me too? Yes yes? You better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Pass this quiz to 10 ppl who you want to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1- Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;2-Mishi.&lt;br /&gt;3-Kate.&lt;br /&gt;4-Daniel  CHK.&lt;br /&gt;5-Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;6-Alex.&lt;br /&gt;7-Aisyaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;8-Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;9- Aino.&lt;br /&gt;10-Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who is 6 having a relationship with:&lt;br /&gt;Ehh someone, I think? But IDK. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Is 9 a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing:&lt;br /&gt;Em. Diorang tak tau each other la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What is 2 studying at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Erhh. Whatever test paper she has next, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) When was the last time you had a chat with 3:&lt;br /&gt;Mehh. At recess earlier today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What kind of music does 8 like:&lt;br /&gt;Archuleta. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Does 1 have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;Yeshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Will you woo 3:&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How about 7:&lt;br /&gt;Again, noooo. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Is 4 single:&lt;br /&gt;He SHOULD be, unless there's something he hasn't told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's the surname of 5:&lt;br /&gt;Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What's the hobby of 5:&lt;br /&gt;D: I don't know? I'm sorry Alicia, iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Do 5 and 9 get along well:&lt;br /&gt;Meh, they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Where is 2 studying at:&lt;br /&gt;SMK Assunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Say something casual about your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Tada double eyelid. And extremely the SEPET. =.= &lt;- see that face? My eyes look like that on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you tried developing feelings for 5:&lt;br /&gt;No. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Where does 9 live?:&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Shah Alam, kot? She just moved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What colours does 4 like:&lt;br /&gt;Purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Are 5 and 1 good friends:&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Does 7 like 2:&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) How did u get to know 2:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Somehow la. I also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Does 1 have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;Yessshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world:&lt;br /&gt;Lolol maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-8879433686405442854?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8879433686405442854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/19-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8879433686405442854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8879433686405442854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/19-tagged.html' title='19. Tagged?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-1651166887672949755</id><published>2009-03-06T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:41:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So. So so so. Exams have started. Sejarah and math 2 yesterday, bio and english today. The first paper of both days were absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; okaaaay. I swear. I'm going to FAIL bio. I didn't know more than half the paper. Can I drop it ah? Is it too late? Seriously I cant cope la. I cant stand bio! I mean, knowing the stuff in general is fine, but I just cant REMEMBER everything. Especially when it has to be down to like the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;minutest&lt;/span&gt; detail. Okay, let me rephrase that. It's not that I cant remember &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;, it's more like I cant remember &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. UGHH Horrible la okaay. I mean, in comparison, even sejarah was better than bio. That's how bad it was. Dahla when we were having the bio paper I was having this horribleh stomach ache. And I felt so cold! I'm not sure if it was actually just cold in general or if it was only me. ISHHH. Annoying laa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what paper I'm having on Tuesday, cause I ohsonicely donated my exam timetable to the class softboard. It's add math and BM, I think? Or was it moral? homg I don't know laaaaa. DIEE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew came over today. Lepaaaaak. Lolol. Long time no see him la. So yeah. I tunggu kat bus station for him dunno how long weyh. Stupid bus jammed at Rothman's. =.= Damn problematic la that roundabout. Ishh. I made him a cross stitch thingy cause he wanted one. Ahaha. He baliked around 5.30? Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I'm not upset; I am PISSED okaaaay. Nathaniel Marshall is like freaking awesomesauce, what's WRONG with you people?! Not even wild card. BOO YOU MAN. I'm not watching anymore cause I've got no one to support. No more Nate, no more Mishavonna. wth laaaa. Arghh. Okay la. Maybe I'll watch just to see how far Michael Sarver goes. Or Kris Allen. He so the cute. But still. Nate Marshall is teh shizz. WHY LA WHYY. Geram aku tauu. Dahla this one got Top 13 for goodness knows what reason suddenly, cause I didn't watch today's wildcard show, but still no Nate okay. This is wrong. Very wrong. GUUUHH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope Nate manages to get together with Danny Noriega so they can both bitch about Idol. Lolol. Danny's got a new song, yo! It's on &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/dannynoriega"&gt;his myspaaaace&lt;/a&gt;. It's called 24/7, featuring his sister, Diamonique. Damn awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gon' buy my drink?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gon' buy my drink?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gon' buy your drink?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how awesome it is? Ahaha. I love it. I want it. Now, to FIND it. I also want to find Nate's performance mp3. And also the group Hot N Cold. I liked that one. I thought I'm Yours and Closer were kinda weird, but I liked Hot N Cold. Yehp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YouTube damn screwed la. Cant even upload the performances there anymore cause of all this copyright nonsense. That video by &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/nigahiga"&gt;nigahiga&lt;/a&gt; on the whole copyright thing was epic la. And I agree with it. ISH you, YouTube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gon' buy my drink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh, YOU, bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kaybehhhh~!&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/4884197848712084704-1651166887672949755?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1651166887672949755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1651166887672949755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1651166887672949755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-591948692000996103</id><published>2009-02-27T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:20:08.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I know I've got relatively quite a lot to say, but I'm like SO FREAKING SLEEPY. I don't know why nowadays by like 9 I feel like sleeping already. But anyway. Kelvin's sort of birthday is tomorrow. So yeah. Happy birthday (sort of) to you, Kelvin Loh Yung Szen! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anewaaaaaay. My Idol recap:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week's contestant goal: Michael Sarver.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Yes. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week's contestant goal: Mishavonna Henson.&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: No. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week's contestant goal: NATHANIEL FREAKING MARSHALL! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okaybaiii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-591948692000996103?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/591948692000996103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/591948692000996103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/591948692000996103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/17.html' title='17.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8736584874960361851</id><published>2009-02-18T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:54:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Pikcha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heeee. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZu-IS9Y05I/AAAAAAAAACI/LloOBjqsAZo/s1600-h/P1010878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZu-IS9Y05I/AAAAAAAAACI/LloOBjqsAZo/s400/P1010878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304042035896439698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Envelope, envelope, CD, CD, card, song list. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZu-IVFWkjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OnhjWnAwLiE/s1600-h/P1010879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZu-IVFWkjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OnhjWnAwLiE/s400/P1010879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304042036466717234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The inside of the card. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAKUNTED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4884197848712084704-8736584874960361851?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8736584874960361851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-pikcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8736584874960361851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8736584874960361851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-pikcha.html' title='16. Pikcha?'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZu-IS9Y05I/AAAAAAAAACI/LloOBjqsAZo/s72-c/P1010878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8320520196351592514</id><published>2009-02-18T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:39:12.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HOMG I GOT MY MIDWEST KINGS CDS! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*does insane happy dance*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They came yesterday, but Aunty Nita only took the mail this morning. Seriously, I'm damned jakun when I get mail okay. So if it's from out of the country then I'll be even jakun-er. Two CDs, 4 albums/EPs, 30 songs altogether. And yes they are already on my currently yellow covered (go HERMINE! XD) iPod. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I can say is - Thank you so so so much, Pam, Yoko and Essie. ILY guys so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures shall come. Just because, as I said. I'm extremely jakun-fied. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, KYLE PEEK is so much LOVE. He's got light tipped drumsticks, and not just of one colour like his first light show solo which was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, this time the lights were freaking &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. SO CHUNTED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wuD_cUenAwA&amp;amp;hl=en&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/wuD_cUenAwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-8320520196351592514?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8320520196351592514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8320520196351592514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8320520196351592514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/15.html' title='15.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-9206115027513851841</id><published>2009-02-17T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:16:32.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I felt like putting off my homework. Well... doesn't everybody? Cause seriously. If you don't, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? O_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. I got back my chemistry notes. ALLELUIA Shanty didn't even scribble anything about the lack of paper-containing-questions stuck there. She just marked it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, Pn Salina demonstrated the phenomena of waves using the ripple tank in class. She could do that cause she took over our English periods as well but 4 periods of physics was welcomed, if we didn't have to see Pn Toh. *rolls eyes at her* So we did the ripple tank thingy in the hour after recess. HOMG we were so damned JAKUN WEYH! I feel so dumb cause I didn't have the camera. It was like so fun, we spent almost an hour just staring at water waves on the screen and playing with the stroboscope. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I just realized how much physics class is la. Damn nonsensical all the stuff that happens, cause everyone is so noisy. It's like the only science class were people go insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just now when I was bathing - okay, after I finished - I realized that I'm actually sort of keeping my resolution this year, which was to actually do my school work. Like, I'm up to date on my physics, chem, CIVICS (o_o wtf), moral, maths/addmaths and all that jazz. The only one I'm quite behind-ish is bio. Having said that, the resolution was to do and keep up with THIS year's work, not having to complete LAST year's bloody bio work as well. Dammit. Dahla tu there were three books, A, B and C and I have no idea where book B and C are. Like, at ALL. Nada. I have no idea how school books tend to spontaneously disappear in my room and on my shelf, no less. It's fascinating, actually. For instance, I don't know where my form 5 novel The Pearl is. And I haven't done anything with it since like that first day of school where I brought it to school. And now it's magically disappeared. Whateheck la. I'm like one seriously pathetic person having to keep borrowing and/or sharing text books all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEED TO FIND SEJARAH TEXT BOOK DAMMIT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay there's tuition at 8 so I gotta eat dinner soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, peace and tacobell grease yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-9206115027513851841?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9206115027513851841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/9206115027513851841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/9206115027513851841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/14.html' title='14.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-3918467883936097804</id><published>2009-02-15T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:46:36.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ka;ldfkja;dfkja;eijadlkfja;dfj;adlkfj;ad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized I forgot to stick those papers in my chemistry notes book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shanty's gonna kill me. Slowly. She already hates me more than the rest of the class la okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn damn damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-3918467883936097804?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3918467883936097804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3918467883936097804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3918467883936097804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/13.html' title='13.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8075788626283608738</id><published>2009-02-15T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:43:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbznVSTUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/1qKCWvqSm90/s1600-h/n10601276_37612277_5251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbznVSTUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/1qKCWvqSm90/s400/n10601276_37612277_5251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302693468329693282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Homghomghomg. Looooook. Kyle's tour drumset is freaking &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;. For serious shit KYLE ANIMAL KID PEEK I LOVE YOU LA OKAY. He is made of so much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dies and is ded*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-8075788626283608738?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8075788626283608738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8075788626283608738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8075788626283608738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/12.html' title='12.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbznVSTUGI/AAAAAAAAABw/1qKCWvqSm90/s72-c/n10601276_37612277_5251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-8711247705188128385</id><published>2009-02-14T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:32:49.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cause I'm lifeless la kan. And also cause it's seriousyly creepy. At least to me and the other people who hang out way too much in Neal's thread in the band board anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. Look at these pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nealta14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nealta14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gi266.photobucket.com/groups/ii262/4R0ZZ7H3CF/getrid2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 310px;" src="http://gi266.photobucket.com/groups/ii262/4R0ZZ7H3CF/getrid2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nealti11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 604px;" src="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nealti11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbv91t25QI/AAAAAAAAABo/zBy4_T0IGcQ/s1600-h/P1070232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbv91t25QI/AAAAAAAAABo/zBy4_T0IGcQ/s320/P1070232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302689456945816834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbv9_RzNtI/AAAAAAAAABg/fC5RY0OaPak/s1600-h/2827355070_4d66b21507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbv9_RzNtI/AAAAAAAAABg/fC5RY0OaPak/s320/2827355070_4d66b21507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302689459512489682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then look at these pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i63.servimg.com/u/f63/12/53/44/81/nathai10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://i63.servimg.com/u/f63/12/53/44/81/nathai10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nathan11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nathan11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i64.servimg.com/u/f64/12/54/96/20/pllaid10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 642px; height: 304px;" src="http://i64.servimg.com/u/f64/12/54/96/20/pllaid10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nathan12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://i62.servimg.com/u/f62/13/42/89/40/nathan12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.poptower.com/images/db/6358/420/300/nathaniel-marshall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see how freakishly similar those two guys look? The first one would be Neal "dr." Tiemann, David Cook's lead guitarist extraordinaire. The second guy is Nathaniel Marshall, American Idol Season 8 Top 36 finalist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets make a checklist, yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tattoo sleeves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoodie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lip piercings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That checkered scarf thingy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the words of Yoko, Nicole Ritchie sunglasses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bandana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That freaky huge round earring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure if that pic of Nate in plaid has a tie, but there was once where he wore one, so.. Tie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scary la kay. Especially when you leave all this to our imaginations. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-8711247705188128385?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8711247705188128385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8711247705188128385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/8711247705188128385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/11.html' title='11.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZbv91t25QI/AAAAAAAAABo/zBy4_T0IGcQ/s72-c/P1070232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6888944446415898213</id><published>2009-02-11T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:13:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why. WHY. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZLNxOGh_fI/AAAAAAAAABY/82C-uLSiYLM/s1600-h/l_5732b0be2e54428ab0a8778628a62ca5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZLNxOGh_fI/AAAAAAAAABY/82C-uLSiYLM/s400/l_5732b0be2e54428ab0a8778628a62ca5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301525956851269106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did Michael freaking Castro have to get cut? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's so awesome la okay. Butbutbut. According to him, this way at least he can try out again next year, thank GOD. I love his song "This Boy". Go check it out on his &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/michaelcastromusic"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. GOGOGO. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-6888944446415898213?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6888944446415898213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6888944446415898213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6888944446415898213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SZLNxOGh_fI/AAAAAAAAABY/82C-uLSiYLM/s72-c/l_5732b0be2e54428ab0a8778628a62ca5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-1448238082790680794</id><published>2009-02-08T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:18:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, school's started. And I'm here to rant. Somewhat, anyway. It's gonna start randomly, so you have been warned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[rant]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whateheck la kay. You guys all asked me to do the captions for the class pictures, I do la. You know how hard it was to crack my head just to think of all that shit about you guys? Seriously, it's almost like y'all don't leave any impression on me at all la. It's either that or what I'd really find easy to say would be too mean to put there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I do my best to be nice and write fair things about you. Seriously, I did. I asked around. Asked who would seem to be YOUR BEST FRIENDS, but even they seem to not be able to say anything. Ask yourselves also like you don't know how you want to be remembered by. HELLO. You guys all should know your own character right. SAY LA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, I tried to be nice and as relevant as I could. I posted the thing up for your approval, after NO HELP AT ALL, wtf. And then; YOU EFFING COMPLAIN and want SOMETHING ELSE said about you. I already said I didn't know what to say and can ask for something else lagi tu. If you can do that, you HAVE to have had something in mind of what you'd have like to be said, right? Couldn't you just TELL ME, then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm nice, and I'm stressing on that term, I said fine, you wanna change can. Tell me la what you want. Oh, but STILL cannot. STILL don't know. ANYTHING also can. As long as it's NOT THAT. wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously la. Screw you guys. Y'all actually piss me off quite easily, only I try not to show it. Plus, since you all asked me to do the layouts for the thing also, bloody hell don't complain okay. I DON'T actually know how to use photoshop okay, but since I was the only person in class who supposedly even remotely had any knowledge in that, its handed to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See if I ever do anything like this again la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[/rant]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-1448238082790680794?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1448238082790680794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1448238082790680794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1448238082790680794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/9.html' title='9.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-7143392853532508997</id><published>2009-02-02T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:26:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dudes. Dudettes. Whoever. Let this be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate form five la wtf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn pissing off, okaaaaayyy. And goodness knows why there's a moron somewhere around here setting off fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;DEI SCHOOL STARTED DY LA PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP/DO INFINITE AMOUNTS OF HOMEWORK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;assholes.&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/4884197848712084704-7143392853532508997?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7143392853532508997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7143392853532508997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/7143392853532508997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/8.html' title='8.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-9123559052985624428</id><published>2009-01-28T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:03:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pfffsht. Yesterday was boring as shit. Spent the whole day in Aunty Frances house doing absolutely nothing. =.= They played 21 but I had no cash. At least after dinner mummy let me tumpang a while. Good also la. Stand there do nothing win five bucks. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow going Lagoon with Daniel, Scott and their other friend. Yaaay (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setting up a blog for insane FANGurl antics is hard work. But it's fun. Lol. I think I invest way too much time in trying to figure out html codes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-9123559052985624428?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9123559052985624428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/9123559052985624428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/9123559052985624428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/7.html' title='7.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-1723847271281421735</id><published>2009-01-26T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:16:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.</title><content type='html'>Let me squee now, plskthnx. &lt;p&gt;Read;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii137/fluffeh_bunneh/xd-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ilovethesepeople. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-1723847271281421735?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1723847271281421735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1723847271281421735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/1723847271281421735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/6.html' title='6.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-3959645368069509983</id><published>2009-01-26T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:13:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kathleen feels random. So sue her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or not. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pleasenotpleasenotpleasenotinomoneylaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kathleen is wondering why on the earth Devon needs so many blogs for. And they're ALL in use. O_O wtfx10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No offense la, D. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kathleen has a lot of homework for the holidays. But has not started at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She also needs to tell Azimah what said homework is, since Zie wasn't in class due to netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;However, she's more of bumming around online and playing hidden object games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, she doesn't know why she's been bitten by the blog bug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lol, that could be a tongue twister if anyone wants to think of more words related to that statement that starts with the letter B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But anyway. Kathleen wants to go to lagoon with Pinkie and Scott. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Or maybe just crash Scott's place. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kathleen is slightly geram. Okay not really la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's because LKK Bumbumbestfriend got more money in one ang pau than I did with four altogether, NOT FAIR DEII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But he still dowanna belanja me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ass =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kay. Economic recession. Must save must save! But then. Already 80 bucks ang pau money going to the class profile pictures thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School damn expensive, right? Ish. This one must pay, that one must pay.. Everyone pokai dy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHEEEEET. Kathleen needs to write captions for everyone in the class! But she doesn't know what to write. DIELAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, Kathleen needs to learn how to use photoshop or whatever like, NAO. The class still doesn't know that I have like zero knowledge in this kinda crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But still, the layouts were handed to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So basically, Kathleen is in charge of the whole profile pictures thingy of her class for the school magazine. Bangga la sikit. But then don't know how to do. *facepalm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kathleen's happy though. She got a chola name from the chola master himself, Danny Noriega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La GATO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finallyyyy. After almost a year. Ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Awesome possum, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Devon gave Kathleen an idea. That's not a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because when Kathleen gets ideas, she gets hyped up about it, but then doesn't do anything about it after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which is a waste of a perfectly good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So now, Devon is officially a DingDong. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kaaay. Kathleen's done for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;..peas and tacobell grease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La GATO; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-3959645368069509983?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3959645368069509983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3959645368069509983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3959645368069509983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/5.html' title='5.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-3586675622059291023</id><published>2009-01-26T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:55:16.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want ang pau, leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it's the year of the ox, the steady hard worker. Does that mean the form 5s this year are in for it even more? Craaaap. SPM MUST DIE! Hopefully none of us will snap under the pressure and turn "black". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I mean by that is, the cow/ox is white and black, yeah? And mostly white, in common cases, anyway. So the black and white of the cow reflects the personality of a person, white being good and black being well, spiteful and bad and all that shit. So, a person is "white" most of the time, but if the person loses it, he/she might snap and turn "black".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets hope that doesn't happen la kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it's visiting season! Tomorrow going to my aunt's place. Dinner, I think. Then I have no idea what's going on with Scott and Daniel, whether I'm hanging with them on Wednesday or Thursday, but either way I'm going with them &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;where. Lol. Then Friday of to Zi Lynn's place, somehow. I have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All I'm asking for is more stuff to record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and angpaus plskthnx. :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/4884197848712084704-3586675622059291023?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3586675622059291023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3586675622059291023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/3586675622059291023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/4.html' title='4.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-4121697699622106714</id><published>2009-01-25T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:43:24.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since it's the eve of Chinese New Year and there's normally a reunion dinner and whatnot, I decided, hey, it's about time I recorded something to contribute to Ain's Celebrate Your Way Through 2009 In Videos project. So okay la. Today had lunch at Amanda's place. Took the camera and wanted to record at least &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;thing. That's when I realized that my family is really boring. As in, seriously. Nothing to record at all except like, people shouting. So I gave up. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just now, dinner with my dad's side of the family. Also boring sial. The only thing remotely interesting I managed to get was like, my dad hacking up chicken (okay so hacking is exaggerating) and people tossing the yee sang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pathetic, I tell you. Now I wait. To see if there's anything else even semi-interesting that I can record and send her. Ishh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to know what video project I'm talking about, here it is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's quite soft for some reason, so turn up your volume)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgHXGSGD9Fk&amp;amp;hl=en&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/VgHXGSGD9Fk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help out, yeah? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-4121697699622106714?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4121697699622106714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4121697699622106714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/4121697699622106714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-2966588268001998155</id><published>2009-01-25T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:05:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>I feel loved. (:&lt;p&gt;MWK songs were brought up in &lt;a href="http://wordnerds.omgforum.net/the-band-dr-andy-joey-kyle-and-david-f20/all-about-neal-dr-tiemann-part-5-t8120.htm"&gt;Neal's thread&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://wordnerds.omgforum.net/the-band-dr-andy-joey-kyle-and-david-f20/"&gt;Band section&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://wordnerds.omgforum.net/"&gt;HOTWN&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. And someone &lt;a href="http://wordnerds.omgforum.net/the-band-dr-andy-joey-kyle-and-david-f20/all-about-neal-dr-tiemann-part-5-t8120-500.htm"&gt;suggested sending some songs/albums&lt;/a&gt; to their friends who aren't so interested in Dave and his pre-idol shenanigans. As I am the sad sesat only person who hangs out in the Band section regularly who has not heard any MWK songs, I said &lt;a href="http://wordnerds.omgforum.net/the-band-dr-andy-joey-kyle-and-david-f20/all-about-neal-dr-tiemann-part-5-t8120-525.htm"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt;, ie; Anyone wanna send me some MWK? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was half-kidding, so when I saw I had a PM from Pam I was quite shocked. She offered to send me an album, direct from CD Baby, no charge. All she wanted in return was a postcard, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's where I realized how pathetic I am. I've never sent a postcard in my life. Considering the places I've been, it should be normal to send a friend something from there. But I haven't. Looked at postcards, yes. Sent one, no. But then again, going on holiday with my parents = no time to even sit down, so I suppose that's somewhat understandable. And also, I think the first time I actually sent someone a letter was not even a letter, it was me sending Andrew the Youth Rally 08 forms cause there was no other way I'd get them to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But back to my story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning when I woke up and went back to Neal's thread, I saw that Essie offered to buy+send me some MWK, any one, as a late birthday present (lol), cause she didn't know Pam already offered. I continued reading down and saw that Nancy offered too. I was like, AAWWWWWW I LOVE THESE PEOPLE. So I replied back, that Pam is getting me one, only I don't know which one. To which Pam responded with this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SXwNDiYJpYI/AAAAAAAAABI/YBg3A-_BYDA/s400/hehe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295121616299730306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you cant see, it says: PM me if you want to help Kathleen out with her serious lack of MWK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yeah. I'm currently yay-ing. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-2966588268001998155?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2966588268001998155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2966588268001998155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/2966588268001998155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye3Q8JJ5wTQ/SXwNDiYJpYI/AAAAAAAAABI/YBg3A-_BYDA/s72-c/hehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884197848712084704.post-6387821729463788988</id><published>2009-01-24T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:23:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Knock me over with a feather. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cried yesterday in school. And shocked quite a few people, I'm sure. I don't cry. It's not out of the ordinary, it's practically a miracle if I do. But still, I did. Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, let me count the ways....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so there's not that much to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday when I got out of the car in front of school, I saw Aisyah in her performance uniform. The whole week I'd been dreading the closing of Assunta Spirit Week. Why? Because it would be the first time I wasn't performing with the band for it. Every year, I played. Even when I first joined in form 2 and I was still a recruit, I played for it; before all the rest of them came in. So, seeing Aisyah in that and myself in normal school uniform, I started getting depressed. I told her I might cry when they performed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the ceremony was about to start, I ditched my class and went down to the band room to see all those clowns. I sat outside the band room with them and watched them go around looking for this and that last minute things. It felt so weird watching it happen instead of being on of them actually doing it. Then Miss Boey came and shoo-ed me away. Soooo. As I walked away, I started crying already. I went to sit down with Kate, Mishi and Aqila and saw that they were playing with Keilly's camera. At the time it was only a little tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I saw the percussionists coming out with the instruments and waiting at the side of senior block so I went over to them. Okay, so that was a bad idea. I started crying even moreeee. ;_; Sherwin kept telling me not to cry but I couldn't la. She had to go back to the band room so Angie asked me why I was crying. I told her; it's the first year I wont be playing for anything. Spirit Week, MSSD, Sports Day, the Nose High School thing... In the past, I've played EVERY YEAR for each of those things. Thank goodness she understood what I meant. I stopped crying for a while after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The band was last on the itinerary, as usual. When they went up on the lawn to play, I wasn't sure if I'd cry some more or not. Pffft, I was practically sobbing when they started. I was shaking, and I think I gave Zi Lynn a shock. Heeeeh. After they finished, again, it felt so weird to clap for them instead of being there with them. When the time came to sing the school song, I went back to Aqila and the rest. They saw me crying so they hugged and squished me till I stopped. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankyouuuu ilyguys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, I decided to ditch computer class and crash band practice. XD Its like I hadn't been in the band room in ages, okaay. I miss practice. D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should crash it more often. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4884197848712084704-6387821729463788988?l=inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6387821729463788988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6387821729463788988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4884197848712084704/posts/default/6387821729463788988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthestoryofyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>`kathleenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636375432526203360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
