<?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-22490560</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:07:42.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic_geisha91</title><subtitle type='html'>Read It If You Wish
Go Away If You Don't</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22490560.post-481059168884499529</id><published>2007-06-21T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:25:16.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aha.. see! I kept my promise. I starting to blog more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the reason why im blogging is cos my game server in under maintenance now. :p&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. all good things must come to an end and so does my game.&lt;br /&gt;Its not realli ending but its just that you've got to start paying to play it starting from 1st July [tentative].&lt;br /&gt;For me its actually a good thing cos i will be able to quit my addiction and really start preparing for my Os. [see the countdown!!! so little days left]&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will only start paying to play it again after my Os.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! the best times of this holiday are actually the times when i was playing my game!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will miss you Granado Espada!!! So Long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-481059168884499529?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/481059168884499529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=481059168884499529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/481059168884499529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/481059168884499529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/06/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-8936278543018603718</id><published>2007-06-14T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:47:25.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God!!!&lt;br /&gt;GE's having a 24 hour server maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;Which means no GE for a day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Days without GE arent called days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that life is so meaningless without GE.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh gosh, cant wait to get to lvl 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;den my wizard can learn levitation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-8936278543018603718?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8936278543018603718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=8936278543018603718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8936278543018603718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8936278543018603718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-god-ges-having-24-hour-server.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-647517147199102842</id><published>2007-06-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:40:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back</title><content type='html'>Im back...sounds so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..it has been 50 days since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;So here i am trying to revive my blog before the school starts. [u noe when school starts drama starts and there will be tons to blog about yar???]&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually wanted to start blogging after the exams but out came this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRANADO ESPADA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!! GO AND PLAY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm yar...so i dedicated my time to it and left my blog here to rot.&lt;br /&gt;A sincere apology to my blog fans [i noe there's quite alot..haha] that i haven been posting but i will try to blog more frequently. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar back to the game.&lt;br /&gt;Its like so fun...im sure u've seen the adverts on tv and so if u are interested, u can join me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playge.com.sg"&gt;www.playge.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch the trailer..maybe u will get inspired and may want to play.&lt;br /&gt;But i warn u...its very addictive. So if u see that i flung my prelims or Os, blame it on rongquan, who introduced the game to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lolz...ok, got to go back to the game liao.. cya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-647517147199102842?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/647517147199102842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=647517147199102842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/647517147199102842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/647517147199102842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='Im Back'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5653392059147966436</id><published>2007-04-23T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:15:21.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful Week</title><content type='html'>Ok...mid-years are like 10 days away and i haven started on anything yet. Seriously. So i think i have to start qionging now unless i wanna go for bridging. Ok... so i wun be blogging for the next 20 days. Very long hor???!!! Ok..dun miss me...so long!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5653392059147966436?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5653392059147966436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5653392059147966436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5653392059147966436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5653392059147966436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreadful-week.html' title='Dreadful Week'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-835627741881409161</id><published>2007-04-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T03:37:44.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RiiX07eecmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sJ9FpxgrsIA/s1600-h/Goldwithhonours.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055457517297889890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RiiX07eecmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sJ9FpxgrsIA/s320/Goldwithhonours.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RiiXsLeeclI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-8KAFsFEm30/s1600-h/Goldwithhonours2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055457366974034514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RiiXsLeeclI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-8KAFsFEm30/s320/Goldwithhonours2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...i look damn wierd in the pic...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun realli take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-835627741881409161?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/835627741881409161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=835627741881409161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/835627741881409161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/835627741881409161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RiiX07eecmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sJ9FpxgrsIA/s72-c/Goldwithhonours.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22490560.post-2289809255147505789</id><published>2007-04-19T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:33:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Got GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE DID IT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AFTER SO MANY PRACTICES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE GOT WHAT WE DESERVED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM JUST SO HAPPY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM JUST SPEECHLESS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYWAY, THIS IS THE EMPHASIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIKE IT OR NOT, WE GOT IT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U HAVE TO BE HAPPY FOR US!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG!!! THE CHOIRS BEFORE US ALL GOT BRONZE AND SILVER LEH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS SO NERVOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVEN DUMAN HIGH GOT SILVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MADE ME SOOOOOO NERVOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND WHEN THEY SAID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOIR NO 44, ANGLICAN HIGH SCHOOL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[IF YOU ARE PASSIONATED FOR CHOIR, U WILL BE SO NERVOUS !!!!! OMG!!!! I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE THAT FEELING...ITS JUST LIKE GOING CRAZY...OMG... JUST ALL KINDS OF FEELINGS IN U OK???!!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SCREAMED LIKE MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE SCREAMED FOR AROUND 20 SECS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE ANNOUNCER HAD TO WAIT FOR US TO FINISH SCREAMING THEN CONTINUE ANNOUNCING LOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE HUGGED AND WE CRIED AND EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM JUST SO HAPPY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT I WRITE NOW TOTALLY CANNOT REPRESENT MY HAPPINESS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST ELATED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND NOW IVE LOST MY VOICE...HAHA...ORAL FAIL..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-2289809255147505789?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2289809255147505789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=2289809255147505789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2289809255147505789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2289809255147505789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/choir-got-gold-with-honours.html' title='Choir Got GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5794871863825781997</id><published>2007-04-17T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:20:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOON'S REFORMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BELIEVE ALMOST THE WHOLE SCHOOL IS AWARE OF IT AND SO I'M NOT GOING TO BE DISCREET ABOUT THE MATTER. AND ALL THE MORE I WILL NOT MAKE HER NAME INTO SOME STUPID ANAGRAM. SHE HAS GOTTEN ON MY NERVES. SERIOUSLY. SHE IS NONE OTHER THAN DR BOON. IM NOT GOING TO SPEND MY TIME THINKING OF NEW INSULTS...IM JUST GONNA TAKE THE CLASSIC ONES FROM MY PREVIOUS POST..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE IS CRAZY. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, SHE IS CRAZY. HAHA. TODAY I WAS CAUGHT BY "NOT TUCKING IN MY SHIRT". ONLY A CORNER OF MY SHIRT WAS OUT, COS IT WILL, NATURALLY. THIS MORNING, WHEN I WAS SITTING DOWN LISTENING TO THE BISHOP, I SUDDENLY HEARD THIS TERRORIZING FOOTSTEPS COMING FROM BEHIND. [COS THEY WERE VERY HEAVY]. DEN I FELT A TUG AT MY SHIRT AND MY SHIRT CAME OUT. DEN SHE SAID:" YOU DON'T COME AND BLUFF ME...U STAND UP NOW!!!" DEN MANY OF MY FRENS ALSO KENA. HAHA. IM LIKE STOP IT YOU DELUDED BITCH...U PULLED OUT MY SHIRT AND U PUNISH ME FOR TUCKING IT OUT???ITS JUST LIKE TEARING DOWN A WALL AND DEN COMPLAINING THAT THE CONTRACTOR DID NOT DO A GOOD JOB. RETARDED. JUST RETARDED. TOTALLY STUPID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Talking about stupid, no one can beat her.An her actions have convinced me that i am right. She is like a cerebrally challenged principal, confused of what to do next. II noe i said this many times but i seriously feel sorry for stupid people. Cos there is no vaccine against stupidity and stupidity is forever. But fortunately, stupidity is not painful. When she passes away and people ask me what the cause of her death was, I will say her stupidity. She make me believe in reincarnation. Nobody can be as stupid as her in one lifetime. Maybe she is not stupid...she is just possessed by a retarded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And she is also amazingly ugly. I don't want her to turn the other cheek - it's just as ugly. Every woman has the right to be ugly, but I'm afraid she've abused the privilege. I were as ugly as she is, I wouldn't say hello to people. If I had a face like hers, I'd sue my parents. I've came across rotting bodies that are less offensive than she. She is a habit I'd like to kick - with both feet. And you're a good example of why some animals eat their young. If she don't like my opinion of her - she can jolly well improve herself! But i am sure that ignorance can be cured but stupidity is forever. She is physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, She is morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, she has no taste, a lousy sense of humour and she smell. Looks like I overestimated the number of her brain cells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suan Loy..what a stupid name. Her parents seriously have a wierd sense of humour. She seriously has no sense of fashion at all and wadeva look she is going for, she failed. O come on, she has double chins all the way to her belly. And her face..so shiny..as if u diamond-plated it. So oily lar!!! every single pore has oil. She's a pork bellied bitch and she's the one and only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im telling you, she has just attained &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PERFECTION OF ROTTENESS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Disclaimer: Ok i dun noe what to write here...basically u cannot use any information on my blog against me...yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5794871863825781997?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5794871863825781997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5794871863825781997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5794871863825781997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5794871863825781997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/boons-reforms.html' title='BOON&apos;S REFORMS'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-234411530493186557</id><published>2007-04-16T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T06:46:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im here to make an apology.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE FIRST TIME OK???&lt;br /&gt;DUN TAKE IT FOR GRANTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, something happened today and joel kicked my butt and so i kicked his balls.&lt;br /&gt;Im like so sorry...haha..oops...didnt expect him to react so violently. [like francium in water]&lt;br /&gt;He was like rolling on the floor in pain lar...den i felt very guilty. This was the first time i experience the feeling "guilty". A rather wierd feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...then jenna walked past, den i told her " i kicked joel's testicals". And apparently she heard "i kicked joel's spectacles". den she was like :"how u kick? so high leh!!! u mean he take out lar???" I was like laughing like mad can...haha...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I am so sorry my beloved SL...i dun think i will do it again.Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-234411530493186557?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/234411530493186557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=234411530493186557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/234411530493186557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/234411530493186557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-to-make-apology.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5647490495437392384</id><published>2007-04-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:58:00.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is our last saturday choir prac&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad actually...didn want to blog bout it but i saw many people blogging bout it..so i tot i may regret if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 years already...so fast right?&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first choir practice i had..i was learning my very first song, the battle of jericho.&lt;br /&gt;At that time i was tenor 1...i can hit very high notes with my real voice ok!!!??? But now i use falsetto...still can hit very high notes...&lt;br /&gt;At time i didnt even noe which line to sing. The score noes me but i dun. Den i was told to sing the 3rd line. I was like "huh"??? den i remember that song got repeat...den i dunno repeat ler go where etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 2. this is the time when i got some got confidence ler...dare to sing out ler. And that was my first syf...i was damn nervous lar...i stood in the second row...cos im short...images of the previous syf is still very vivid... i remember which angle i looked at my ex-conductor...how much support i actually used...the falsetto notes i blast. haha....at that time we were against fairfiled one...haha..it was kinda fun...having a choir rival...cos whenever we went for workshops, we would blast the warm-ups and Anglican High would be the loudest choir during warm-ups...kiasu what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec3. this is the time i started to get cocky. cos i tot that i knew alot. but i forgot about the seniors above me. then always commenting...but i couldnt even do it myself [due to limited vocal range]...i realized that all sec 3 are like that!!!! even this batch also...thats why sumtimes i get pissed of because of their "think that they very good comments"..but when i thought back...i was like "last time i also like that what...haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec4. Biggest ler. Dua pai alreadt hor...can comment ler...can torture juniors. hehe. den i realize that no matter how soft i went, still louder then junior one..haha...this is what is meant by senior. my support stronger than yours!!!! Ahahahahaha!!! But time realli flies...soon we will hand over to the juniors and become alumnies...kinda sad...many happy memories and bad ones [those when i got realli sick of joel's sectionals].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days later would be the syf. and after that, the sec4s realli have to go ler...I seriously hope to get a gold with honours...to honour our hard work and prove the choir's ability...i seriously dun wish to leave the choir carry a "black pot" den seniors saying:" walao!!! u all screwed the choir up!!!" So i will do my best...yup...on the day the results are announced...i will blog again...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder will i blog happily or crying while blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i realli enjoyed my time in the choir. though there were times i got realli sick of it, i never ever regretted joining it. I noe i sound emo but that's my true feelings. I realli love choir....haha...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Choir Number 44, Anglican High School, Gold with Honours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5647490495437392384?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5647490495437392384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5647490495437392384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5647490495437392384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5647490495437392384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-our-last-saturday-choir-prac.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-7677310062029953123</id><published>2007-04-12T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:03:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was raining realli heavily this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Mana, jan and me were counted luckily cos i started pouring we reached the bus stop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we were drenched even under the bus stop lar...the rain was like so heavy...and it went sideways...wadeva...&lt;br /&gt;the air looked very foggy...so cool...like in some other countries liddat.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this realli loud thunder that made me say the f word...cos the lightning was like damn bright and the thunder was like damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;we survived the bad weather and managed to board the bus...i was drenched when i went up.&lt;br /&gt;the water technically covered everything and we could not see a thing...like travelling underwater.&lt;br /&gt;then we also saw a lampost blow...haha...so loud and bright.&lt;br /&gt;yar and that's bout it...our excursion in the rain....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-7677310062029953123?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7677310062029953123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=7677310062029953123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7677310062029953123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7677310062029953123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-raining-realli-heavily-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5447752289749205148</id><published>2007-04-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:18:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang's Folly</title><content type='html'>Liang's folly.&lt;br /&gt;The Dispute Between Liang and Wenbutt.&lt;br /&gt;A climax at the end of the day, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, it went sumthing like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang was walking backwards, as usual [usually idiots walk backwards. They think that they have eyes on their back]. So she tripped upon the trophy wenbutt put on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then the liang was like laughing away and didn even say sorry lar. Funny sia. Wenbutt did not blame her for breaking the trophy but somehow liang did not see it that way [poor understanding of english] den she start scolding wenbutt for putting the trophy at the side, den make her trip. den she say wenbutt's attitude and tone very bad lar, say what he can say talk things nicely and that she dun mind paying for it. she somemore say what st john supposed to save people and take care of people right? this kind of attitude get champion so what.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like people get champion they li hai what, none of ur concern...why must drag into the picture??? then she said:" its not mine fault what, i didn make it drop what...i did even touch it...den after that she say:" its not like purposely kick it right? i accidentally one what...what u want me to do??/ kneel down on the floor and apologize arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear liang who is poor english... did u or did u not trip over the trophy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5447752289749205148?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5447752289749205148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5447752289749205148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5447752289749205148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5447752289749205148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/04/liangs-folly.html' title='Liang&apos;s Folly'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-9210911687979452599</id><published>2007-03-28T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:39:03.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUKE INDUCING PICTURES ALL OVER THE SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>When I was walking down the corridors these few days, [like the linkway, library, stairs from hall to concourse etc.] i felt this wave of nausea and seriously wanted to vomit. Just to spare the cleaners of our school the agony of cleaning the pile of mess i could have produced upon looking at these pictures, I reluctantly swallowed back my vomit. Disgusting right? Precisely, Disgusting. The pictures are nothing but disgusting. For me, I think that licking the toilet floors will be less offensive than looking at these pictures. Seriously, I mean seriously, I urge the school management board to do something about it. [like put a warning sign a 100m ahead of the pictures] so that students can avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the problem of these puke-inducing pictues everywhere can actually be solved using what I have suggested. But today, I found out that 3 more offensive pictures have been pasted on the canteen walls. My emphasis is on CANTEEN. A canteen is a place for us to eat our food happily and to our hearts content. I do not understand the purpose of the school pasting these pictures everywhere. And by pasting it in the canteen walls, I infer that your aim is to carry out this "mass starvation workshop"? or should I say "mass anorexic/bulimic exercise"? Well, in that case, you have succeeded all right. Well Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me the reason for doing this? A constructive one please? If you were thinking of promoting the habit of reading through these pictures [cos they are all holding books], can you like get someone who is more physically presentable? "Is it that bad?", you may be asking. Well then, let me describe the characters shown on the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A Fat Ass&lt;br /&gt;She is this cranky woman who has an extremely buldging tummy. If you take an aerial view of it, you will probably see layers and folds. She has thighs so big, that their circumference is bigger than the circumference of her head. She also have double chins all the way down to her stomach and sausage like arms. I can tell you that beneath her old wrinkled skin is a layer of 5cm fat. She has a face which reminds me of the craters on the moon and most importantly, she stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)A Dried Prune&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she remind me of a dried prune. She looks like as if I removed all her flesh, leaving her skin there to wrinkle. She does not put on make-up, cause she is still mourning over her husband's death [no bright colours allowed] and this is what scares most of the people. You see, her complexion is not like fantastic but she does not even make an effort to cover up her flaws and that's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Just a half bald man in his mids with a tummy. A nerdy look, sucks up to the other 2 women. Nothing much to say about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The perfection of rottenness." This should be the phrase used to describe the pictures as a whole. I just cannot find a good reason of why the school did this so I just have to conclude that the school is cerebrally challenged. Haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-9210911687979452599?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9210911687979452599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=9210911687979452599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9210911687979452599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9210911687979452599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/puke-inducing-pictures-all-over-school.html' title='PUKE INDUCING PICTURES ALL OVER THE SCHOOL'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-8647857155068382962</id><published>2007-03-26T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:28:13.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIGRIN</title><content type='html'>Yay! My com's back to normal....so i'm back blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Re: Holiday Class Magazine Project&lt;br /&gt;Maria's group did a magazine by the name &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIGRIN&lt;/span&gt;. [virgin] And the most fantastic part of their magazine is the Aunt Agony section. It goes sumthing like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aunty Agony, I had that one my with boyfriend and then we broke up. Now I suspect that i am pregnant. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : Un-virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply&lt;br /&gt;Dear Un-virgin, It is normal for couples to have sex so dun worry. Since he already left you, you may wish to go for an abortion. But if you have no money to go for an abortion, you can simply flush the baby down the toiletbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadeva. Just being lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-8647857155068382962?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8647857155068382962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=8647857155068382962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8647857155068382962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8647857155068382962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/vigrin.html' title='VIGRIN'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-2333589077594836207</id><published>2007-03-17T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:39:42.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup...&lt;br /&gt;Today's and the future choir practices was lame/are going to be lame.&lt;br /&gt;We will split into our small groups and start training within this small group under the 4 SLs.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from the SLs " Mr oth want to split us into smaller groups to make us sing out and so that we will not be hiding behind our seniors."&lt;br /&gt;For me, i highly doubt this intention of his. Otherwise, how can u explain that smirk on his face when the different groups were performing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my group was performing, i knew that it wasn't good. But i tried to salvage the situation. But everytime i tried to do so, this whole bucket of iced water will just come pouring over my head. Where did this bucket of iced water come from? Obviously from that charming smile of oth. I was watching him more than I was watching the conductor. Cos I wanted to see his reactions to how we sang the song and determine whether it sounded good or bad. However, as I watched him meticulously, my blood started to boil. At every mistake we made, he would give that sarcastic smile. U noe, the type that goes "HAH! I am so much better than u" kind of smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently that smile of his, whether is supposed to be encouraging or discouraging, is seriously getting on my nerves. Do you seriously think that people will dare to sing out loud when they actually tried and u scorn at them? If you didn't notice, then i am telling you now. Ur actions contradicts with your intentions. Understand? If you do, then stop it! If you don't, then eat more brain food. They'll help. Somehow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-2333589077594836207?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2333589077594836207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=2333589077594836207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2333589077594836207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2333589077594836207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-3031257842114217979</id><published>2007-03-13T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T04:32:02.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's choir practice was a fruitful and tiring one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way home, i met XXX on the bus. We were talking bout some choir stuff and den i asked him this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can u ask ertcnee oht to transfer me to Sop? I seriously dun like the tenor range.&lt;br /&gt;XXX: Actually i asked him before u noe? I said :"maybe u wanna transfer shawn goh to Sop cos his falsetto stronger than his real voice. Den enanj hit me and said: No lor!!!" [&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;which means enanj dun want me to be in the section lar..but never mind...thats not important.&lt;/span&gt;] Den ertcnee oht said :"U tell shawn goh arh...is either he sing tenor and stay in SYF or he sing Sop and get out of SYF'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind u Mr Man...SYF is for us to develop our interest in the Arts and to allow us to see how far the choir's potential can go ok? Not for u to use as a weapon...always threatening people with "I will simply kick you out of SYF" Its not like I am an unproductive person in the choir...only occupying space and taking up air in the music room. I do create sound. Whether it's good sound or bad sound, whateva u think it is. There are other people who just occupy space and take up air in the music room, in addition create non-constructive noises. Me wanting to transfer to Sop is merely a request. A normal human being will just politely reject the request. Let me remind u again...u need not say that. That was totally unnecessary. I don't need it. So dun give it to me. If u need someone to coach u on how to deal with such cases with courtesy, inform me. I will make some arrangements for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;THIS COLOUR MEANS IT'S MY THOUGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-3031257842114217979?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3031257842114217979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=3031257842114217979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3031257842114217979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3031257842114217979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-choir-practice-was-fruitful-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-3105430179866282409</id><published>2007-03-11T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:03:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha...rd noob is counted as sacked... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i just broke my specs...so irritated!!! i like that specs lor... but the good thing is get to buy a new one..soon..maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i got this video about a fat woman singing Without You by Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;She is totally tone deaf and she did not get a single note correct. Enjoy!!! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKIzXITX0jQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKIzXITX0jQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-3105430179866282409?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3105430179866282409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=3105430179866282409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3105430179866282409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3105430179866282409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-1261004930359661</id><published>2007-03-09T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:46:53.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the long wait, i have finally found the right one to insult. OMG i can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;I assure you that you will back me. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;She is none other than our beloved principal...rd noob !!!&lt;br /&gt;Exciting topic isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;Lets start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our dear rd noob had trampled on the toes of those who did not attend the founders' day celebration. Although i am not one of them, but there are still other reasons for me to write this post. REASON&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "talk" by rd noob was held at the AVT on the day after the founders' day. All who did not attend the founders' day celebration were called there. I was not one of them so i can only blog on the information given to me. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from XXX : &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ORANGE COLOUR MEANS MY FEELINGS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She was out to ruin us and to totally destroy our self esteem you noe!! her speech was so venomous and vehement lar!!! She came into the room with mindset of scolding people already...tats why she sounded like that. not just the students lor...the teachers also got it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the teachers let his students off for early recess and 5 of them were supposed to go for the thingy. and when they were having their noodles, they were called to the AVT. Den rd noob was like:"your stomach more important or this more important? u should have vomited out ur noodles and come for this!!!" [&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its like obviously my stomach more important lar!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oops i forgot...she majored in geography and not bio..hehe]&lt;/span&gt; so those poor boys were made to stand on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who did not sit properly on the chair got this from her " what are you? worm arh? jellylegs arh??" and those who came late got this "slackness in attitude...slackness in movement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance was also taken. and when there were mistakes in the name list, rd noob went:" what is this!!?? feedback!!! feedback to admin!!!" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;blah blah blah the scolding went on. den she said:" u all are so irresponsible!! what do you think you should do now?&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; [go for recess]&lt;/span&gt; all of you will have to write on a reflection based on how well do you fit in the AHS student profile!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den my fren asked:" wad about those who have mc??" rd noob:" so what if you have mc? Does that mean that you can miss such an important school event??? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[like duh..den u want me to faint in that stuffy hall meh???]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if u all dun hand up ur reflections by tmr, i will find a cane and come after you....i will track you down... and i will find a nice spot to cane the girls...you all arh..cos so much trouble. The teachers and I could have been in the staff lounge relaxing and drinking coffee and here i am dealing with you &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[mind you..you did not come to this school to have coffee]&lt;/span&gt;...next time when u need 1 more mark to get into the JC u want, we will not give it to you!!! unless you show great improvement den we will consider blah blah blah bleh...vomits!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers just left the room immediately after the bell went. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[teachers also buay song]&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadeva lar...you and ur famous slackness in attitude...slackness in movement...&lt;br /&gt;u wanna noe what's slackness in attitude??? u not making an effort to dress properly, in a more presentable manner is slackness in attitude...and what's slackness in movement?? raise ur arms and shake them. see sumthing wobbling about?? the amount of fat deposited on ur arms is slackness in movement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the AHS profile...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil is able to distinguish right from wrong&lt;/span&gt;...sure.. i'm right and u are wrong and that's it&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil is persevering, able to face challenges positively&lt;/span&gt;...of course..the student body has tolerated u and gnoehc's nonsense for 2 damn years!!!! this is perseverance and facing challenges positively.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil is respectful&lt;/span&gt;....we may not seem respectful to you cos we only give respect to the ones who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil cares not only for self, but also for others&lt;/span&gt;... wad about you??? if u dun earn a sastisfying amount of money as being principal, would u even be one??? so how "un-self-centred" are you?&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil is loyal to the school&lt;/span&gt;...if the school had not been so hypocritical, we would be extremely loyal and will sing the school song with pride.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupil makes morally sound decisions&lt;/span&gt;...if i had known that you were coming to this school, i would have made the most morally sound decision in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always talk about upholding traditions...yea right...u passed..u did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;If we should uphold tradition, den founders' day should be celecbrated on founder's day and not some kuku day. If you wanted to uphold tradition, why did u make the AHS socks?? are they part of the tradition? Damn you! only noe how to say. you can jolly well go for a hysterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are one bias rectum-sniffing woman. u wanna upgrade the sports facilities right?? wad bout the performing arts huh? why dun you do something to make our music room's acoustic better? or make our room sound proof so that the choir will not hear the blasting or horns and tuba when they are practising???? wad about building an concert hall for us to practice??? huh? dun neglect the performing arts. One fine day they will dominate this school in the CCA area. dun forget where did ur esplande performance came from arh..without us, u will not able to receive comments like "woah...ur school's performing arts are fantastic" from the guest of honours okay? get ur badminton to play a match in the concert hall lar...i always have the feeling that u will only remember the performing arts when you need them..like founder's day performance...chinese new year den u will remember CO right?? Otherwise chinese drama will just remain as chinese dance to u right?? Hah! Amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were asked to describe you in a sentence, this would be it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You pork bellied, puke inducing mindless bigbaby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: THIS POST IS PURELY MY FEELINGS AND MY THOUGHTS...I WRITE WHAT I WANT...IF YOU DUN LIKE IT, CLICK ONE THE CROSS AT THE TOP RIGHT HAND CORNER IF THIS WINDOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-1261004930359661?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/1261004930359661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=1261004930359661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/1261004930359661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/1261004930359661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-long-wait-i-have-finally-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5668740864713501396</id><published>2007-03-06T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:56:05.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back....</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Cheer! CHEER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not going to say much today cos my life is rather mundane since the past 2 weeks. [also got no tags to reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K...that's it. Post just to keep my blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for someone for me to scold. Maybe the courtesy campaign is taking effect.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae...why didn't i feel the earthquake???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5668740864713501396?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5668740864713501396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5668740864713501396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5668740864713501396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5668740864713501396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back....'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-6668806902053271042</id><published>2007-02-22T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:51:18.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The craziest game i ever played...</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! U wun believe that my frens and i actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to starbucks after watching NORBIT [omg so hao xiao can].&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a caramel frap and 7 of us shared. Den we decided to play a game.&lt;br /&gt;2 of my frens went to buy poker cards and we decided on the game BlackJack.&lt;br /&gt;The rule was, as long as u do not get 21 points, u are considered a loser.&lt;br /&gt;And what was the punishment?? U will never be able to guess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations of the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;We took the 3 types of drinks the previous customer left on the table and mixed them. I think it was a mocha frap and some orange and strawberry thingy. Eventually we managed to get like half a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? The punishment was to take a sip. Can u believe it? Its like damn hard to get 21 points every single round and u have to drink what others left behind. U dunno whether the previous customer got STDs or whether there is phlegm or mucus in the drink. Anyway, we also played donkey and its was OMG...scary whenever u draw a card from ur neighbour. I took about 4-5 sips in total...it tasted horrible...trust me...and when i tot of the mucus etc...till now i feel very queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for ur information, we finished the entire cup. Our next stop is the coffeeshop...most likely 85 market...u noe those coffee the uncles leave after their conversation...wanna join?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-6668806902053271042?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6668806902053271042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=6668806902053271042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6668806902053271042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6668806902053271042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/craziest-game-i-ever-played.html' title='The craziest game i ever played...'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-4385196455411643081</id><published>2007-02-20T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:00:11.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoa Boosts Brain</title><content type='html'>Attention All Chocoholics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Read the following piece of news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - As if people needed another excuse to like chocolate, new studies suggest a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;specially formulated type of cocoa may boost brain function and delay decline as people age&lt;/span&gt;, researchers said on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Scientists, speaking at the annual meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science in San Francisco, presented results from early studies testing the effects on the brain of flavanols, an ingredient found in cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;Funded by candy maker Mars Inc., which provided a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;specially formulated liquid cocoa concoction&lt;/span&gt; for the research, the studies suggest that flavanols &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;increase blood flow to the brain and may hold promise for treating some vascular impairments.&lt;br /&gt;Mars&lt;/span&gt;, a private company, has made a study of the health benefits of cocoa. Its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CocoaVia line of chocolates&lt;/span&gt;, made with a process that retains flavanols, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have been shown in clinical trials to have benefits for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The latest research also suggests &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;benefits for the brain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ian Macdonald of Britain's University of Nottingham Medical School, conducted a small brain imaging study on young, healthy women to see whether flavanol-rich cocoa helped boost cognitive function during challenging mental tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Although the beverage did not improve their performance on the tests, it did increase blood flow to their brains for a two to three-hour period, Macdonald said.&lt;br /&gt;He believes more research might show that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;increased blood flow could benefit older adults and those who have cognitive impairments, such as fatigue or even mini-strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A U.S. study of healthy adults over 50 also found a marked rise in blood flow. It was conducted by Harvard Medical School researcher Dr. Norman Hollenberg, who has studied the effects of cocoa and flavanols on Panama's Kuna Indian population.&lt;br /&gt;Hollenberg believes that, while promising, the brain benefit needs to be verified.&lt;br /&gt;"The only way we can prove something is working is a large clinical trial," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the researchers cautioned against rushing out to binge on the special Mars line of chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad this report came out. OMG!!! Indulge in chocolate people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun care about ur weight...neglect the circumference of ur thighs...dun give a damn about that extra blob of meat at ur abdomen...anti-weighing machines...bring slimming pills and centres down...long live the chocolates...INDULGE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-4385196455411643081?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4385196455411643081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=4385196455411643081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/4385196455411643081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/4385196455411643081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/cocoa-boosts-brain.html' title='Cocoa Boosts Brain'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-6646975699484087799</id><published>2007-02-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:59:32.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RdaLnr547kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SCe76AsPLI4/s1600-h/4026364288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032363147549797954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RdaLnr547kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SCe76AsPLI4/s320/4026364288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heys people...wishing u guys an early happy CNY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-6646975699484087799?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6646975699484087799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=6646975699484087799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6646975699484087799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6646975699484087799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RdaLnr547kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SCe76AsPLI4/s72-c/4026364288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22490560.post-8067468984230807050</id><published>2007-02-14T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:21:31.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Dumpling</title><content type='html'>I just abhor dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Ms dumpling u might be wondering. Well, she is someone "which" u do not wanna make frens with. She's in my class. Yup. My class. To have such a destructive character and to be in a class with me in it is called karma. Yes. Bad deeds she have done throughout her lifetime...Not forgivable acts which have pissed people off...and in the end ur name ended up my blog. Have u ever wondered if this was a good thing??? Many people will noe u soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she is into dumplings. Into dumplings. It started off like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Teacher: We have a parent and children dumpling festival on [dunno what date]...who's interested?&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence...&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: if that's the case... i shall let our chinese reps go&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ms dumpling: Why always the same people go?? Very unfair leh...maybe others wanna go leh?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese teacher: So do u mean u are interested?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha!!! serves u right for talking too much !&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ms dumpling: No No!!! i cannot...i dun want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony&lt;br /&gt;1. Why did u say that "others may be interested when u dun want to go?? Totally redundant. Redundant redundancies. Unecessary repetition.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give u examples&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous stranger&lt;br /&gt;-empty hole&lt;br /&gt;-all inclusive&lt;br /&gt;-exact replica&lt;br /&gt;-surrounded on all sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may argue that u were not referring to urself right? But if u not that dumb, u would have expected this to happen. Are you brain-dead? If yes... learn from your parents' mistakes...use birth control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... dun complain bout me blogging insulting things bout u. U did not directly piss me off, but i just could not stand what u did and how u reacted to what u did!!! Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. Do you want do die stupid? Or do u wanna stupidly die? Wait!!! don't think, it may sprain your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teacher...let her go lar...later she suffer from immense sadness and commit suicide with a bowl of dumplings. Den it would be a pity...what a waste of the dumplings...&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a low iq will have a low voice too...and i perceive u as a baritone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today our class had a debate. Ms dumpling's group was up and when the debate was open to the floor, i used this golden opportunity to slam her down. You be the door and I'll slam you. And as i thought...she could not answer my questions...well, she was blabbering throughout as if she knows everythin, but in fact i dun think she understood my questions...commendable effort ms dumpling...effort appreciated..but dun give up...keep talking, someday you will say something intelligent! And i heard that when i presented my speech u did not wanna rebutt. Why? i was anticipating u to let me slam u again. People don't hesitate to speak their minds because they have nothing to lose... At least u are clever enough to not let me slam u again..seems like u not that idiotic. U are just doing fine. But keep improving k? cos there is no vaccine against stupidity and stupidity is forever. But fortunately, stupidity is not painful. When you pass away and people ask me what the cause of your death was, I will say your stupidity. You make me believe in reincarnation. Nobody can be as stupid as you in one lifetime. Maybe u are not stupid...u are just possessed by a retarded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were to ask me why do i not like her, i would tell u i wish to noe the answer. So too bad ms dumpling...take it that u are unfortunately unfortunate and u owe me this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go, i would like to dedicate u these insults...&lt;br /&gt;-If manure were music, you'd be a brass band.&lt;br /&gt;-During delivery, when the doctor saw u coming out, he started pushing u back in.&lt;br /&gt;-You are pretty as a picture and i would love to hang you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-8067468984230807050?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8067468984230807050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=8067468984230807050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8067468984230807050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8067468984230807050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/ms-dumpling.html' title='Ms Dumpling'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-98314132819374520</id><published>2007-02-05T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:24:19.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiTle</title><content type='html'>Today was a funny day. Everyone was like qionging chem during SEL and Chinese. Den John came in late. He was limping. Den i saw the bandage on his feet. Guess what? I bursted into laughter. Den Zhao han'd fone got confiscated by shan shan cos he was looking at some disgusting videos. And guess what? I bursted into laughter. That's why I say today's a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me go to the main point. 4B sat together during recess with binghao the only odd one out. I said "aunty mcmuffin" when Gayle had milo in her mouth. She was trying so hard not to let it "shoot out". Let me tell u the story of aunty mcmuffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Mcmuffin was a character created by me and Binghao. This are her personal particulars.&lt;br /&gt;First Name: Aunty&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name: Mc&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: Muffin&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B: 02/02/07&lt;br /&gt;Place Of Birth: The toilet of the science block&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dun noe how did i come out with such a name and i dun see what is so funny bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, Jan and Rebecca were having a cat fight in class. Wow! I never seen Jan so hiong before. They wanted to use wendy's water bottle to spray each other. Apparently they used so much force that poor wendy's water bottle became dented. And in the end, Jan got herself all wet. Winner: Rebecca!!! Wooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test was super hard. I did not noe what i was doing. Apparently just regurgitating every thing out whenever i see a trigger word.&lt;br /&gt;E.g. What is the oxidation....&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Oxidation is the gaining of oxygen, losing of hydrogen, losing of electrons and increase in oxidation state.&lt;br /&gt;But actually i think the question only wanted me to find the oxidation state.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure to fail the test. CCL's test are hard. Dun underestimate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to choir with a damn bad temper cos i tot that my IQs were falling. I think i am getting more and more stupid. So i offended any of u guys...sry. Den after i saw Binghao, I started laughing. [dunno whether is good or bad]...anyway, we cracked lots jokes with wensiu and yeekei bout mei mei being choked by a watermelon and theshanggong shrine. Wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...needa go do hw le...that's it. Tag and leave my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-98314132819374520?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/98314132819374520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=98314132819374520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/98314132819374520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/98314132819374520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/title.html' title='TiTle'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-2962915208269717637</id><published>2007-02-04T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:30:52.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I seriously got nothing else to do. But actually, i have lots of tests next week so i got lots to study. But i have nothing else to do okay!!! Say okay!!! dun remind me of it. Self-deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here to waste time so that i will have lesser time to study. Den i will have lesser time to remember that i have alot of tests next week. Somemore monday i will get my chinese o level results. [according to reliable sources] It will be better if i dun. If u see me around the clock tower after getting my results, slap me. In case i go up by the stairs and come down in a totally different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. i dun noe what to do!!!! Trapped in my own world of nonsense. Deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my god!!! my english is really bad today so forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-2962915208269717637?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2962915208269717637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=2962915208269717637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2962915208269717637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2962915208269717637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-843440558085565472</id><published>2007-02-03T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:24:45.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>I am feeling lame. This is a very short post. Hello Mr Tan again. I noe u are looking at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-843440558085565472?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/843440558085565472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=843440558085565472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/843440558085565472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/843440558085565472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-9047011366775650571</id><published>2007-02-02T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:22:00.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post...</title><content type='html'>Hello!!! Mr Tan! I noe u are reading this...but why u dun want to tag? U tag already den i can noe ur com ID so i can ban u...jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr Tan talked to the shanggongs bout me posting "biting and sacarstic posts."&lt;br /&gt;He says that he is okay with it. He asked me to stop adding fuel to fire [which i totally enjoy] but since he said it, I shall give him face. So HakKal, its not that I concede defeat...its just that i am making an effort to be nice [a.k.a. me in the wrong mental state]. Anyway, U have already lost from the very beginning. Okay...I think I should stop now or I will end up scolding people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. End of the drama. Be thankful that I ended it this way. It's like Rolex watches having a 90% discount. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-9047011366775650571?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9047011366775650571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=9047011366775650571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9047011366775650571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9047011366775650571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-post.html' title='The Last Post...'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-2932291617058653245</id><published>2007-02-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:02:18.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HakKal...Back off!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm....seems like after much explaination, our dear HakKal still does not understand what I am talking about. Partly because of his poor english foundation and me using vocabs that are too chim for him. I want to put an end to this argument and this will be the post that does the final job and the clearing up of the mess. If our dear HakKal is still as thick-skinned and does not wish to back off, I've got nothing to say. Though I really wish to provoke and antagonize him through my insults, eventually I found that it is taking too much of my time and he is not worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I dun noe why he chose a name "HaKkal". It sounds so barbaric and unsophisticated. It is for country bumpkins. And country bumpkins are usually not very good in their languages. They are suited for visuals and hand signals. Today, I have chosen to portray my hatred for him in the form of visuals. There's a saying " A picture says a thousand words" [though my hatred for him is more than a thousand words so take it as a discount] so here goes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[The following picture maybe disturbing for some of u but be sure that it is not a form of childishness]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RcGsczUetxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NLKtSevrGQs/s1600-h/The+potrait+of+HakKal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026488269934606098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RcGsczUetxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NLKtSevrGQs/s320/The+potrait+of+HakKal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/22490560-2932291617058653245?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2932291617058653245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=2932291617058653245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2932291617058653245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2932291617058653245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/02/hakkalback-off.html' title='HakKal...Back off!!!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RcGsczUetxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NLKtSevrGQs/s72-c/The+potrait+of+HakKal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22490560.post-5872879968149277816</id><published>2007-01-31T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T04:30:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HakKal...look who's the asshole ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HakKal, u are one stupid person. I seriously dunno whether u are stupid by nature or are u acting stupid. Cos if u are, u are a great actor. If u act as these roles [a down syndrome kid, a kid suffereing from polio or someone suffering from smallpox] most likely u will win the golden globes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why would someone come back to tag the person's blog who has just humiliated him in front of his frens by saying : "******* u smelly dickhead. U've made a terrible mistake by tagging my blog in that manner " ? OMG... u are so thick-skinned...to the extent that ur face is bulletproof. U came back to let me insult u after i had brought so much shame to u. So silly. If i were u, I would have made myself scarce instead of coming back to tag such non-constructive comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U say that i am childish?? Look into the mirror. The person in the mirror is the one that is childish. I think u are missing my point. Do u actually noe the meaning of "I do not need to noe anything to argue about something" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the benefit of english noobsters, i shall explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I do not need" means I don't require to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"do not need to noe about anything" means i can be ignorant and oblivious about the whole matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"argue about something" means to speak angrily, showing that i disagree about the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U've got a clearer picture in ur mind about what it means now??? Since i don't need to noe the meaning, why should i go look for ben tan?? I would be glad to continue with my destructive rumours. Anyway this is my blog. Who are u to tell me what to post???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The reason that u will come and tag my prestigous blog again is because u are missing my entire point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This proves that u are either stupid and ignorant or u actually noe the meaning of it but still want to tag my blog which is =s to childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do u understand now??? I hope so cos if u come back to tag my blog again i will really have the intention of recommending u more brain food that will boost ur lowly IQs. If i had brains like urs, i would have killed my parents :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And u call me an asshole??? Look at ur ass and den ur face. Do u see a difference? I bet u don't. My ass filled with tons of shit is more worth taking a picture compared to ur face with make-up. By the way, make-up on your face is a total waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Other people say that u tag my blog cos u wanna be heard right?? u wanna clear ur name right?? Too bad!!! u came to the wrong place. I will definitely give u "HURT". So if u wanna continue the rest of ur life with scars and bruises from my words u can continue tagging my blog. I am a very open-minded person. If u tag those non-constructive things, i will rebutt. I don't think it's a waste of time [although u are seriously not worth my time] as i am feeling very stressed these will days and i have a great time insulting u. Therefore, getting urself hurt = me getting relaxed. Parasitism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Choose the following options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a) Be an idiot/moron and continue tagging my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b) Be a fool and continue tagging my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c) Be a dysfunctional person and continue tagging my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In summary, u are the lowly, childish asshole. That's the fact and u can do little to change it. U have just fallen into my hell and dun think u can get out of it that easily. I advice u to stop taggingmy blog cos ur usage of english words can never beat mine. If i see u being a moron and tagging my blog again tmr, u will get it hard from me. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fug u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5872879968149277816?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5872879968149277816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5872879968149277816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5872879968149277816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5872879968149277816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/hakkallook-whos-asshole.html' title='HakKal...look who&apos;s the asshole ?'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-9042176740545085160</id><published>2007-01-30T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:04:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To HakKal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fug&lt;/span&gt; yourself HakKal. U must be very ignorant to tag me saying that I cannot argue cos I dunno anything. In fact, I can. I can not noe a single thing and I go around spreading wat is not true. And for ur information, I enjoy doing that and u have no right to stop from being obsessed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, this shows that I have brains and u dun u numbskull and there's nothing u can do about it. And who are u to tag my blog? This blog is for people of the higher class. Not like pariahs like u. Look at yourself, distorted face, stinky breath, flabby arms, thighs that have a larger circumference than ur head and smelly feet? Just scram and stay away from my blog. U are making me waste the entire bottle of eye-mo after looking at ur tag. And although u are older than me [like everyone can see...look at the railways on ur lumpy skin] I am still ur senior. Please show some respect even if u are usually not respected. U've got to learn. There are lots of things in this world that u have to re-learn cos apparently u learnt them wrongly. You noe, things like blinking ur eyes, breathing, smiling [which is the one that offends most of the people around u]. I seriously take pity on u. U got to start from scratch. It will take sometime but never mind, u got lots of time. Learn these things well before u step into the society. Apparently this means a longer period of peace within the society. And I, as a kind and loving person, have decided to give u ur first push.... in ur language. I noe that u are kind of having the inability to excel in english, so I have prepared a glossary for u regarding what I have just written. I hope that these words will be added into ur vocabulary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glossary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ignorant: not having enough knowledge, understanding or information about something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obsessed: unable to stop thinking about something; too interested in or worried about something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;numbskull: extremely stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pariah: a person who is not accepted by a social group, especially because he or she is not liked, respected or trusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;distorted: to change something from its usual, original, natural or intended meaning, condition or shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scram: to go away quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apparently: used to say you have read or been told something although you are not certain it is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;start from scratch : start from the very beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-9042176740545085160?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9042176740545085160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=9042176740545085160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9042176740545085160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9042176740545085160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-hakkal.html' title='To HakKal...'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-6661248716864537913</id><published>2007-01-27T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T05:42:22.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats...</title><content type='html'>Today, our dear bass sl marcus choy had a heated argument with the loud and smelly liu hongzhe. Just like the one between johannes and yunzhen [except that they settled it outside the music room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the room. den the bass area there suddenly got some commotion. den marcus walked past the tenors and altos towards the door saying : "sorry mr toh". den he went out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, who do u think u are. that was very rude. I in choir for 4 years also never "sorry mr toh" den barge out of the room okay? u think u sl very big arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;According to zhao han, the argument started cos hongzhe tot that marcus purposely make him stand in front and let the sec 1s stand behind. I seriously cannot believe that they actually quarelled about this. They are making a mountain out of a molehill. He is ur sl. so do as u are told smelly boy. and dun try to retaliate since u noe that he does not like u. They can actually quarrel about such small things to the extend that both president, 1 logistic and 1 conductor have to help settle the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Childish. Totally childish and naive. I can only say that they have nothing better to do. Seriously. Its like counting the number of letters in ur textbook and in the end complain that the number is not an even number. Stupid. Totally stupid and moronic. Why did you even do it in the first place? Thats why i say that they asked for it. they create trouble for themselves den still ask others to settle it for them. Its like shiting on the floor on purpose and asking ur mum clean it up for u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am just speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-6661248716864537913?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6661248716864537913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=6661248716864537913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6661248716864537913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6661248716864537913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/history-repeats.html' title='History Repeats...'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-6114638037138898586</id><published>2007-01-26T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:17:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Helen Chew made us write a speech about anything. This was what my group wrote.</title><content type='html'>Title: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugliness&lt;/span&gt; should be a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we would like to propose a bill to make &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugliness&lt;/span&gt; a crime. This would be my first reading and I would explain my bill before it is passed to the parliament and then the ministry of minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugliness&lt;/span&gt; is a crime.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugliness&lt;/span&gt; is defined as when 70% of the population regards that individual as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;. If a person is demanded as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; in this way, that particular person would be deemed as unlawful. These people who are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; are considered as an eyesore, although it is not their fault, but it will still cause destruction to the environment and the mental health of Mankind. I do not agree with the idiom “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.”, because it's not true. If you are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;, that’s it. You wil be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;. There is no such thing as others will find me beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's imagine a day, in which you walk out of your house. Feeling happy, you decide to spend the day with extreme joy. But, your eyes suddenly come into direct contact with an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; individual. You feel that your intestines are starting to melt. Your bile starts to spill out from your mouth, your heart stops and then nothing. You see? This is the kind of destruction an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; individual can cause. If &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugliness&lt;/span&gt; can kill, why can't people who are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; be considered as murderers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugly&lt;/span&gt; people are mutually destructive. More &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; people would reduce birth rate, causing a beehive population pyramid. When a couple sees an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; child, they would start to believe in infanticides, contraceptives, vasectomy, ligation and abortion. They would want to avoid all chances of getting an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; people mate, the chances are, they would give birth to an extremely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly &lt;/span&gt;individual. This is because of two recessive genes coming together. This would create a vicious cycle, in which in the end would result in a 0 birth rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugliness&lt;/span&gt; would also reduce the working population's efficiency. Therefore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; people should be treated as physically repulsive, intellectually retarded and should be arrested for 1st degree murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-6114638037138898586?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6114638037138898586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=6114638037138898586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6114638037138898586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6114638037138898586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-helen-chew-made-us-write-speech.html' title='Today, Helen Chew made us write a speech about anything. This was what my group wrote.'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-7980623658223210677</id><published>2007-01-23T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:46:54.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keninarbe CHAI Chi Bai!!!</title><content type='html'>According to other classes, we were supposed to do some somersaultings. The guys already went to place those stupid mattresses in position and suddenly, something pissed him off. Which i totally dunno what was it and who did it. Anyway, i am not interested either. He was damn pissed. [i cannot say that his face turned black cos no one will be able to tell] He say that he is going to punish us and that we brought it upon ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;He made us run up and down the stairs [u noe the one leading to the field from the aircon hall?]&lt;br /&gt;Go up come down is counted as once. He made us do 20. OMG 20 fugging rounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then he made us do some lame P.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;made us do 50 sit-ups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;support our entire body with 1 elbow [he brought us to the fitness corner to do this on purpose...he noes that the floor very rough and we will all scratch our elbows...and he succeeded]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made the guys do 8 chin-ups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wadeva. He is a psycho. Tat's the most suitable word for him. No more substitution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A fugly psycho. Fug him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously hopes that he would do something wrong out of lust and get sacked. But leave me out of this. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-7980623658223210677?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7980623658223210677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=7980623658223210677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7980623658223210677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7980623658223210677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/keninarbe-chai-chi-bai.html' title='Keninarbe CHAI Chi Bai!!!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-9144422810422217154</id><published>2007-01-18T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:14:48.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamayog Akun...I think commonwealth sec doing this song for SYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeUE2I38glI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeUE2I38glI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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this song for SYF'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-3493804761171532201</id><published>2007-01-18T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:00:04.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Of Jericho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1zYhwNQkU4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1zYhwNQkU4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-3493804761171532201?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3493804761171532201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=3493804761171532201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3493804761171532201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3493804761171532201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/battle-of-jericho.html' title='Battle Of Jericho'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5120122308160102496</id><published>2007-01-18T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:55:12.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Tambur!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3tZEyayuC4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3tZEyayuC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5120122308160102496?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5120122308160102496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5120122308160102496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5120122308160102496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5120122308160102496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-tambur.html' title='Its Tambur!!!!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-8646384395429048248</id><published>2007-01-18T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:38:42.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pok Pok Alimpako...I think VS did this song during the last SYF</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlqxWMyv7kI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlqxWMyv7kI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-8646384395429048248?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8646384395429048248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=8646384395429048248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8646384395429048248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8646384395429048248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/pok-pok-alimpakoi-think-vs-did-this.html' title='Pok Pok Alimpako...I think VS did this song during the last SYF'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5356869302974038358</id><published>2007-01-18T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:32:16.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmo 150</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77Fqy2hU_bw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77Fqy2hU_bw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5356869302974038358?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5356869302974038358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5356869302974038358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5356869302974038358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5356869302974038358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/salmo-150.html' title='Salmo 150'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-8441023543869929852</id><published>2007-01-18T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:29:53.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Elijah Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WajCBQUf1j8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WajCBQUf1j8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-8705765892897016878</id><published>2007-01-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:18:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally Found The Luk Luk Lumbu Video !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7Azcy52zww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7Azcy52zww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-8705765892897016878?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/8705765892897016878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=8705765892897016878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8705765892897016878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/8705765892897016878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-finally-found-luk-luk-lumbu-video.html' title='I finally Found The Luk Luk Lumbu Video !!!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-309994930448536633</id><published>2007-01-16T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:51:32.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstandings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A misunderstanding: when someone does not understand something correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see that the 2 posts in red and green has brought much arguments and controversies within a certain group of people. Well, i must say that maybe you all are too sensitive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relax...i was not talking about you guys!!! Did you read my disclaimer? I told readers to take it that i was crapping away or just telling a story right? So do as say. I knew that such things would happen. That is what the disclaimer was there for. But I see that it was not able to prevent what I did not want to happen from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So guys, let it go. It was nothing about you. Maybe it sounds or even look similar to the situation but there is something known as coincidence right? Yup...so I have explained my post and returned it its qing bai. Hope that this did not affect our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smiling or even laughing always. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-309994930448536633?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/309994930448536633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=309994930448536633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/309994930448536633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/309994930448536633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/misunderstandings.html' title='Misunderstandings'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-6554589784087487298</id><published>2007-01-16T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:57:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!! I am back just to continue scolding her .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello!!! If u think that after using red to scold u i will be sastisfied and i will stop. Sorry to disappoint u. Today, i am back to thrash u again. And as long as u continue ur actions, these thrashings will go on forever. Trust me. and today, it is going to be in green. [which represents ur jealousy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am going to suan u all i can today. Dun worry. I will do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;According to other people, u are a girl with thick glasses and braces. What do u call that? MONSTER!!! and the problem with u is that u stop none stop. Loudly somemore. "Is it possible for you to shut up for 10 secs?" and when u say something, im like "Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;U have nothing but a head full of air. Dun think u in the com then very big okay. Come in to the music like got feng like tat. I tell u arh, actually it was people farting at u hor. I always love it when you come into the room. I just sit back and watch how you make a total fool of yourself. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your face, your ass, what's the difference? And u want to use ur ass to woo a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dream on! Get a life! And stop making terrible misakes that u have been all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Want to get laid? Crawl up a chicken's ass and wait. U are such an irritating person. 2-sided. I cannot stand u. But i also cannot sit you. Lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Based on the type of life u are leading, u got to get use to disappointment. U got to let it go. But don't go away mad, just go away. You are totally confused again aren't you? I'll explain. And I'll use small words that you'll be sure to understand. You are one pathetic loser. So I typed pathetic down into a search engine and your name popped right up. You are also exceptionally stupid. I wonder if u are being natural or putting in lots of effort. Did your IQs just drop suddenly while I was being absent from the welcome party? Well I'm smart, you're dumb, I'm right, you're wrong and there is nothing you can do about it. I wish I was a witch. I'd shove my broom stick right up your ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brains aren't everything. In fact in your case they're nothing. You are not obnoxious like so many other people - you are obnoxious in a completely different and far worse way. You are proud and obnoxious. But now u are the exact opposite. Obnoxious and proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd rather clean all the bathrooms in the school with my tongue then spend one more minute with you. You are the kind of person whom, when someone first meets you, they don't like you. But when they get to know you better, they hate you. I treasure every moment that I do not see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And u are also amazing. Amazingly ugly. I don't want you to turn the other cheek - it's just as ugly. Every girl has the right to be ugly, but I'm afraid you've abused the privilege. I were as ugly as you are, I wouldn't say hello to people, I'd say boo! If I had a face like yours, I'd sue my parents. I've came across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are. You're a habit I'd like to kick - with both feet. And you're a good example of why some animals eat their young. If you don't like my opinion of you - improve yourself! But i am telling u, ignorance can be cured but stupid is forever. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you are morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humour and you smell. U are the type of person that when i see u, i would say:" Hi! I'm a human! What are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Riddle of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has a tiny brain, a big mouth, and an opinion nobody cares about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:) Don't thank me for insulting you - it was a pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;* DISCLAIMER: I WAS JUST T&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;LLING A STORY. YOU CAN JUST TA&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;E IT THAT I WAS CRAPPING ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUT!!! U CANNOT USE ANY OF THE MATERIAL ON MY BLOG AGAINST ME. THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-6554589784087487298?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/6554589784087487298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=6554589784087487298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6554589784087487298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/6554589784087487298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-am-back-just-to-continue.html' title='Hello!!! I am back just to continue scolding her .'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-5548259681729241761</id><published>2007-01-15T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:25:18.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreadful Welcome Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Choir..&lt;br /&gt;Today I did not go for the welcome party. But i heard from Binghao, Deborah and Chermaine[the victim]. The com has obviously been abusing their authority. They were out to zhen Chermaine. Her group had Zheng Zhi, Jesse, Hong Zhe, Shipei and 4 china scholars. Wad shit is this man?!!! Ur claim that it is a welcome party but there isn't a single sec 1 in her group. Wad is this? Is not that i dun like the people in her group so i say that it is SHIT but some groups have 2 china scholars and some dun even have a single one. If the organization team had learnt their mathematics well in primary school, u would noe that this is not properly divided. The propotion is wrong. My emphasis is on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. I dun care whether u did it on purpose or accidentally [which i dun think so cos u are a bunch of triple science students], &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too bad!&lt;/span&gt; i come to a conclusion that u did it on purpose. If u have any personal things u are unhappy with me and my group of frens, or that u are just jealous that we are very bonded without u, u settle it with us personally. Not abusing ur authority. I repeat: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT ABUSING YOUR AUTHORITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And by the way, dun keep thinking that because u are jealous so u can use despicable ways to deal with us, like ostracizing us. And for ur information, it is the other way round. We are ostracizing u because of ur irritating, obnoxious and hateful actions. If u wanna play games with me, I will play with u. But i make it a point that eventually i will win. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL WIN!!!&lt;/span&gt; IF u mess with me and my frens... i will screw u till u wish u were not even born in ur last life!!&lt;br /&gt;And dun think that just because i did not go for the party means that i dunno the situation and i have no right to comment. It is not necesssary to understand things in order to argue about them. Life is a long lesson in humility. If u &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; to continue doing such things to us, i will bring u shame!!! I will humilate u!! I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers. So if u are clever enough, stop all ur naive actions and be fair to ur enemies. If u want to mess with us, u do it at a personal basis. But I think that u will not stop because there are more fools in the world than there are people and i believe u are a fool. If I had a hammer, i would use it on you! I will pass the hammer around for people to hit u until it eventually disintergrates. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u continue ur actions, u will get loads of bad luck from me...sincerely from me. Because I believe in luck, or how else can you explain the success of those you don't like? [us] U are the one at a losing end. Not Us!!! And if u want to continue acting as the good guys in front of us and others to portray that u are the angel while we are the devil, i will act with u!!! I love acting. It is so much more real than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So whatever u doing that irritates me, stop them before i do something to forcefully stop it. If u want to play games with me, I will Feng Pei Dao Di but i will eventually win, because all the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or things i do to make u breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Its that simple. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* U CAN GET SOMEONE WHO IS A PRO IN ENGLISH TO PICK THE MISTAKES OF THIS POST BUT I AM TELLING YOU... IT WILL NOT WORK. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY POST. U CANNOT USE IT TO DO ANYTHING TO ME. TRUST ME. U DUN WANT TO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-5548259681729241761?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/5548259681729241761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=5548259681729241761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5548259681729241761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/5548259681729241761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/about-choir.html' title='The Dreadful Welcome Party'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-9119673040614312411</id><published>2007-01-15T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:23:59.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Day For Me...Really Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a totally bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go for the welcome party cos i have go for dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Got lots to tell today so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet my mother straight after school and it was pouring heavily. [Im like: must u do this to me? i only want to go for my dental!!!]&lt;br /&gt;And i entered the train drenched. wadeva. I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Den, i went to this food centre near the hospital to have my lunch. That place is a wierd place. Filled with wierd people everywhere. The food tasted wierd too. I saw this student snapping his fingers and walking at the same time. [wierd no 1]. Den i saw this old uncle standing at the corner of the food centre talking to himself. [ wierd no 2]. I also saw this aunty walking and suddenly stop in the middle of the pavement. I was walking right behind her and i bumped into her. I said sorry to her but she did not respond. Not even an expression on her face. She just stood there and stone. Staring into blank space. [ and that is wierd no 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was having my lunch, my mum when to look at some stuff and i was alone with these wierd people all around me. Suddenly, this man holding a poster with the words xxx cancer society approached me. Immediately i knew he wanted me to donate some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal Conversation With Man&lt;br /&gt;Man: I am from xxx cancer society. Sorry to bother u but please look at the picture. She is a 7 year old girl suffering from [ i not sure lar...some eye cancer i think].&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...I am not asking u to donate ur eyeball but i hope that u would donate some money to let her see the light again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry.. i dun have money left... i am so sorry that i cannot help.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Its okay...next time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;[man walks away]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was what i did&lt;br /&gt;Man: I am from xxx cancer society. Sorry to bother u but please look at the picture. She is a 7 year old girl suffering from [ i not sure lar...some eye cancer i think].&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...I am not asking u to donate ur eyeball but i hope that u would donate some money to let her see the light again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go away!&lt;br /&gt;Man: I just hope that u would donate some money to help them.&lt;br /&gt;Me:I dun have any money. Go away!&lt;br /&gt;[man walks away]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really feel very bad cos i noe these people usually fake ones. If that one was real, I hope that the little girl will recover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, i went for my appointment. I waited a while before it was my turn. I came for an X-ray cos the school dentist suspects that 2 of my milk teeth dun not have permanent teeth. The X-ray was very simple. The dentist [who was damn chio!!! OMG!!!] asked me to rest my chin on something and bite onto something. Den the X-ray thing went around my whole head and it was done. After 10 minutes, the X-ray picture thingy came out. When the dentist saw it, she smiled. I tot that maybe got permanent teeth so dun need to do braces of bridge. Den she say: Oh...both of ur milk teeth dun have permanent teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I DUN HAVE PERMANENT TEETH!!! OH NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;She also say one of it the roots shrinking already and it is going to drop in 2 months time.&lt;br /&gt;Den i will have a gap...den 2 gaps!!! oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;braces [lasting but very ex]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bridge [less ex but not so lasting]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dentures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wadeva. Enuf of my teeth. I will see what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-9119673040614312411?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/9119673040614312411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=9119673040614312411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9119673040614312411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/9119673040614312411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-day-for-mereally-bad-day.html' title='A Bad Day For Me...Really Bad Day'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-3424888595416288413</id><published>2007-01-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:44:48.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Insults And Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>I came across these websites that were talking about mean insults that u could use again mean people. I think it was quite amusing and rather useful so I decided to share.[for the very first time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh at you or pity you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone's looking at an object (e.g. his wallet) and laughing, u say:"What, does your wallet tell jokes? "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone says, "I feel so stupid"u say:"It's okay to feel what you are."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone is spelling something aloud, u say:"Are you taking part in a spelling bee? "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone is counting random numbers aloud,u say:"Playing BINGO? "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looks like I overestimated the number of your brain cells. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone has a weird or funny name, u say:"Gee, your parents certainly have a weird sense of humour." [ i personally love this]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone asks, "What's happening?!", u say:"With your IQ, I don't think you can understand. "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone says:" I've got nothing better to do", u say:" den why dun u get urself a haircut? u look like a chrysanthemum!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a friend... if you have one."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This isn't a classroom. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I throw a stick, will you leave? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bible was written by the same people who said the Earth was flat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, this date was a total waste of makeup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress is when you wake up screaming &amp;amp; you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch my stuff?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also came across this RANDOM INSULT GENERATOR which i think will come in use somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheezus.com/mean/index.cfm"&gt;http://www.cheezus.com/mean/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E.g.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;acne-fingered shitmuffin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wart-faced guttercake &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fish-assed piepicker &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rubber-assed bungbaby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monkey-fried bananahole &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that these will help u in dealing with ur worst enemies :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-3424888595416288413?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3424888595416288413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=3424888595416288413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3424888595416288413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3424888595416288413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-insults-and-sarcasm.html' title='The Art Of Insults And Sarcasm'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-365433755760732579</id><published>2007-01-05T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:04:06.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day of School</title><content type='html'>Today's timetable to super boring.&lt;br /&gt;I will show it to u.&lt;br /&gt;Math,English,SEL,SEL,SS,English,English,Chinese,Geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Monday will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;Chem,Chem,Chem,Math,Math,Chinese,Chinese,Geog,Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the person who set the timetable dun give a damn or the one who set it is a complete retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wish to say much today so this is it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-365433755760732579?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/365433755760732579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=365433755760732579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/365433755760732579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/365433755760732579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/3rd-day-of-school.html' title='3rd Day of School'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-2394190826982115308</id><published>2007-01-03T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:59:15.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Of School</title><content type='html'>We started off with going to our respective classes. Boring. Same faces that I dread since the last hoilday. Anyway, 1 face is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected a long talk in the school hall as it was the first day of school (lots of briefing) but I did not expect it to be THAT LONG!!!!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was irritating, disturbing, boring.&lt;br /&gt;I did not understand why they did the practice.&lt;br /&gt;It was not meaningful and it was not helping at all. [pouring ice on snow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverend Loh started out with the dedication service. Fortunately, I managed to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang " Bless This School" [which i was so reluctant to bless it]. I pity Ms Lee alot. Every year without fail, she will have to "tiu lian" on the first day of school. In front of the newbies. Luckily, today she did not go out of tune. I was trying to pick her mistakes. :) Slightly sharp or flat. But to no avail !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Booney started to talk about the 3 pillars, self-awarness, relationship managment, blah blah. To me, it went from the right ear and came out from the left. It was pointless. If she really thought that this will help and bring us to GREATER HEIGHTS....she is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She was wrong, She is wrong, She is going to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den CCP talked bout discipline.&lt;br /&gt;He started off with some bible verses.&lt;br /&gt;Den this was what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Attire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;earstick [ one per ear] if you have more than one i will remove and throw it away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no more drawstring for girls. [ur blouse has to be tucked in. If you use the               drawstring, that will counted as MODIFICATION of school uniform/vandalism.--3 demerit pnts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skirts cannot be too short--above the knee cap, I will send u home to change and u come back. [ if i was sent back, do u think i will be returning???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hairband all black&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fringe must be pinned up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fringe cannot be below eyebrow. [ or i will put a bowl on ur head and cut]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No wax, gel, hairspray or any hair styling products. If I catch u, u will cut of the part of the hair with the wax.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*The rest I dun want to remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; CLIMAX : The Marble Story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The marble floor: It's so unfair!!! People all over the world come hear to look at you and step on me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The marble statue: Actually we started off as the same block of marble. But when the sculptor started carving on you, you shouted :" NO ! NO! Its too painful for me! and so he gave up. When  he started carving on me, there were times I wanted to shout out :" Stop ! Stop!" But when he finished carving on me, I was amazed at what he had done to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story: Discipline maybe painful at the beginning but in the end, u will think that it's worth the effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion: Lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate the first day of school. I dun want to noe or rather accept the fact that I actually got moronic teachers for moronic subjects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Reminder: If u mess with me, I will screw u up till u wished that u were never born :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-2394190826982115308?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/2394190826982115308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=2394190826982115308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2394190826982115308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/2394190826982115308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day Of School'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-3519844522202375492</id><published>2007-01-01T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:47:41.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st of January so it means that it is 01.01.07.&lt;br /&gt;I heard from someone tat there will be a disaster on 07.07.07. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to write about the important dates of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.01.07--Buy me a New Year's Day present&lt;br /&gt;02.01.07--Buy me a Hari Raya Haji present [ ketupat also can]&lt;br /&gt;03.01.07--Buy me a school reopening/welcome present&lt;br /&gt;17/18/19/20.02.07-- A Hongbao A Day [tat will keep depression away]&lt;br /&gt;06.04.07--Good Friday [ Pray For ME!!!]&lt;br /&gt;01.05.07--Labour Day [ Free from destructive noise produced from construction sites!!!]&lt;br /&gt;31.05.07--Vesak Day [ Go vegetarian; Save The Animals!!!]&lt;br /&gt;01.08.07--Nurses' Day [ The Day When Doctors Go Solo]&lt;br /&gt;09.08.07--National Day [ Fireworks!!! And Just Pray That One Will Hit Someone That You Dun Like]&lt;br /&gt;28.08.07--OMG!!! This is the most important day of the year.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!!! YOU NOE WHAT TO DO RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.09.07--We can forget about this date :)&lt;br /&gt;01.10.07--Children's Day [ time to take out books on nursery rhymes :); indulge in chocolates and sweets! forget about slimming]&lt;br /&gt;01.11.07--Deepavali [ Change all fluorencent lamps to oil lamps]&lt;br /&gt;20.12.07--Hari Raya Haji [ again]&lt;br /&gt;25.12.07--Christmas [ Day when the tooth fairy will deliver presents to all the naughty children]&lt;br /&gt;26.12.07--Boxing Day&lt;br /&gt;31.12.07--New Year's Eve!!&lt;br /&gt;01.07.08--New Year's Day!!! [ very fast right?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: This post is lame. I did it cause i was bored. I just did not want to do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-3519844522202375492?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/3519844522202375492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=3519844522202375492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3519844522202375492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/3519844522202375492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-996105552086047650</id><published>2006-12-30T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:24:58.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year and Happy School Reopening</title><content type='html'>I left 3 jian bao, e-math, english project etc. to finish within 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Still have to minus 12 hours for TV&lt;br /&gt;3 hours for meals&lt;br /&gt;16 hours for sleep&lt;br /&gt;2 hours for bath&lt;br /&gt;1 hour for day-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;1/2 hour for laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Tat leaves me wif 13 and 1/2 hours to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Actually enuf hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is reopening and I fear to noe my new form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She or he must not have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a long black face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ugly hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most importantly: A DISLOCATED JAW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teachers are the most horrible things on earth. They are the most disturbing organism on this planet. I have been praying for the society ever since teachers were created. Anyway, I dun need someone to teach me what to do and I dun need a superior. They suck. I noe I should not be talking bout this on new year's eve but for your information, this is their new year's eve present. Take it or leave it. At least I was totful enuf to give u one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Their present, our hell. These are the hell guards.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*SEC4 FORM TCHERS 2007&lt;br /&gt;4A: Lim Siok Hong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4B: Ng Shan Shan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4C: Eugene Ong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4D: Lam Siok Hiang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4E: Huey Jy(Mrs Jain)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4F: Tay Keng Wei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4G: Kanjana(Ganesan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4H: Ng Puay Khim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4J: Ong Peng Geok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4K: Helen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4L: Chen Hong Ming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy suffering people. Let us burn for eternity!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yar...I forgot! 2006 was a great year. had loads of fun but definitely not with the teachers. anyway i hope that 2007 will be better. Farewell 2006! I will miss u!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-996105552086047650?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/996105552086047650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=996105552086047650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/996105552086047650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/996105552086047650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year-and-happy-school.html' title='Happy New Year and Happy School Reopening'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-4499143423362369283</id><published>2006-12-25T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:08:50.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RY-PHhkIqQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zxPS-Yr8qY/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012382269718440194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RY-PHhkIqQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zxPS-Yr8qY/s320/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas and I wanted to be a little more creative in what I write. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;5 Things you SHOULD do during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;1. Arrive at Orchard MRT station at around 10-12 pm and try walking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Play hide &amp; seek in Wisma and attempt to find all your frens.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Tangs at shout "BOMB!"&lt;br /&gt;4. Run around the Christmas tree in Taka and count how many rounds have ran before you got caught.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy 10 Packets of cotton wool and pour them down from the highest floor&lt;br /&gt;of Taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things you SHOULD NOT do during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing Carols&lt;br /&gt;2. Send Christmas Cards&lt;br /&gt;3. Exchange Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;4. Wish everyone "Merry Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;5. And "A Happy New Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What should I do If I see someone dressed in a snowman/elf/santa and any other costumes related to Christmas ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: Strip Him/Her/It naked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What should I wear out to Orchard Road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: A blue striped shirt with a yellow 3/4s, pink shoes with high purple socks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Best is to go out with a pumpkin on your head, holding the Grim Ripper's blade thing shouting "Happy Haloween"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What should I do if I see Santa's sleigh fly across the sky ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Option 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call the UN and report about a suspicious object with a red dummy on top holding dozens of sleigh bells. Tell them to blast it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Option 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Why is there no snow in Singapore ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: Go Away!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-4499143423362369283?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/4499143423362369283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=4499143423362369283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/4499143423362369283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/4499143423362369283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas To Everyone!'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wLhBNRuv-b0/RY-PHhkIqQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zxPS-Yr8qY/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22490560.post-7840895481671827048</id><published>2006-12-19T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:16:35.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Farewell</title><content type='html'>Well? Farewell!!! Just go and don't come back. Ended up only 5 sec 4s came. How interesting. When I got to the hall, I started laughing at the place. Pathetic. I asked my band fren:" you know this year our farewell where or not?" that person replied:" ritz carlton?? I thought you all every year hotel one wat?" And I told her that it was the air-con hall that we borrowed from dance. Anyway, its over. I just treated it like a choir celebration/party. JUBILATE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-7840895481671827048?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/7840895481671827048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=7840895481671827048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7840895481671827048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/7840895481671827048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterdays-farewell.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Farewell'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-116635566934002519</id><published>2006-12-17T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:41:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmr's farewell</title><content type='html'>I will be going to e farewall ( reluctantly) . Most importantly is i dun want to waste money okay. Nothing else. No such thing as " i miss my seniors and meeting them e last time" i go there for e sake of e food. i will go home straight when i am full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-116635566934002519?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/116635566934002519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=116635566934002519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116635566934002519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116635566934002519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/tmrs-farewell.html' title='Tmr&apos;s farewell'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-116625493074639245</id><published>2006-12-15T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:44:36.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 4 Farewell</title><content type='html'>Do you seriously think I will be going???&lt;br /&gt;I bet many of e sec 4s also not going.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;They complain bout e location lor! Air-con hall wat! No high class enough for them wat. They think cheapo wat. But I tell you hor, we never give them 85 market or Tanah Merah underground already very good already okay? At least you all have air-con.&lt;br /&gt;Last time only noe wat to treat us like shit....committee always stick together....outcast certain level de juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Now you get air-con hall den you complain...Complain somemore lar! I think they deserve it all right?! Its not like as if we ill-treat them wat. We save money on location to buy better food they also not happy. You have to understand that nothing is perfect in this world and you will not always get what you want okay? You get something, eventually you will lose something. As simple as that. So stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this is wat I call KARMA!!!! "Ying Guo Lun Hui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Bad! You treat us like Shit!? You get AIR-CON HALL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-116625493074639245?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/116625493074639245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=116625493074639245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116625493074639245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116625493074639245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/sec-4-farewell.html' title='Sec 4 Farewell'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-116609249498032838</id><published>2006-12-14T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T03:28:45.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back! haven blogged for a long time:) almost forgot that i own a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I noe its been long since the Malacca trip but I still have to say somethings about it. But first of all, i have to state that we, choir members paid $289 to sing and kena diarrhoea. The food there sucks lar! some kind of buffet style like serving for hungry ghosts one lor! the food is left in the open without anyone tending to it and there are flies everywhere. Unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateva, dun want to talk about that already.&lt;br /&gt;Day1, we assembled outside the general office and I saw many of my frenz parents. Now I noe that "Like father like son" is true. Monsters give birth/lays eggs to monsters and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;That's like obviously!!! What more can you expect from a freak's parents?&lt;br /&gt;We boarded e bus bout half hour later and e journey to the custom is like looooooooooooooooong&lt;br /&gt;After we reached e custom&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;we soon reached Malaysia. There, you will see people taking out there handphones calling their precious parents. " Mummy, I'm in Malaysia already...yar dao liao le!" (reply):" Zi ji yao xiao xing arh? Take care of yourself arh! Dun eat too much heaty food okay?".. blah blah blah:)&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for some homesick sec1s to start crying over e phone. hehe...so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...den e trip to Watercity resort from e custom was even longer. We should have taken a plane there.We've got nothing to do on e bus except for looking out the window staring at plantations. Lame. E people in e bus were noisy, damn noisy. Around 150 decibels.&lt;br /&gt;My butt was aching when we finally reached the ULU resort. Damn! I think it turned purple:)&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on the bus for Sim to give out the room keys and announce the rooming.&lt;br /&gt;Me and BH were elated when we did not get who did not want in our room. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after tat also quite xian...whole day only practise twice den stay in room slack already.&lt;br /&gt;Den we have to go eat dinner wif e stupid winter clothing...but we were not e worst. Others ate wif e santa claus hat on their head. We all looked like goondus...people will think that Malacca is very cold when it is so near e equator. HELLO?! DUN MAKE SENSE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang white christmas and i'll be home 4 christmas. I hate these songs. I hate carols. It's like 3 weeks to christmas and we are already in e mood. What will happen during christmas eve??? We will juz ride a buffalo to greenland thinking that it's actually a reindeer. Rudolf e reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;Wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;Warm up was cancelled so we had free time until our free time on our schedule. We went Jusco. Den we also went to F.O.S to buy clothes. I bought something. Yar something. I needed a latte so we went to the Coffee Bean! I soon realised that i was obsessed with caramel latte ice blended. So? So I bought it again lor!&lt;br /&gt;We went back for lunch and headed for Dr Wong Su San's workshop. E only thing I remembered was :" I am ur puppet! You control me! It's very tiring u noe?" and that's it. I can't really remember wat we did next so just assume tat that's e end of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic day.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it" day.&lt;br /&gt;"Screw you" day.&lt;br /&gt;Practises and workshops lined back to back.&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop. Continuous. Neverending.&lt;br /&gt;We were training for tonight's SYF choice song presentation and i dun want to lose face. Especially in front of Cat High, VS and TKSS.&lt;br /&gt;We will be singing Kasar Mie La Gaji and Meplalian. Hehe... i love these 2 songs. Power songs. But we not enuf power to power up e songs. Too bad. Only can kena own lor. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arwin Tan's workshop.&lt;br /&gt;" Can you all pronounce ur Ja properly? Clear sound. Not JazzzzzzJa. Ja Ja Ja Ja Ja"&lt;br /&gt;"U all have to be more happy. Like you are dancing. Kasar Mie La Gahiiiiiiiiiii!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Tat's bout all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habermann's workshop.&lt;br /&gt;The end. I dun remember a thing.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our presentation sucked. Lousy. Cos alot of us losing our voice. So i dun want to say much bout it. Partly cos I lazy to type. In conclusion, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night3.&lt;br /&gt;Tis was e best night. There were no lights out, So we play. I got sam, deb, bing, cher, pam, bella, sarah and jess in e "play group" and we when to e swimming pool to soak our feet. Den we when to e playground. E playground looked very nice. Even at night. BUT!!!!!..... looks can be deceiving. You will not like tat place. E see saw, can send you flying back to Singapore. And e swing. OMG!!! E whole swing was shaking when we sat on it. It looked like it will give way anytime. And lastly,........ e TERROR SLIDE!!!! it was horrible. E steepness of e slide was too much. TOO MUCH!!! i did not expect it to be like tat. The slide looked short but it was not. When i when down, i freaked out. I counld not control my speed and e slide was not ending. Den i saw a ray of light at e end of e slide n I was relieved. But then, WALAH!!!! BOOM! i landed flat on my butt. My tailbone hurt. Even up till now. That was e worst ride of my life. Say no thanks to second round or you will regret.&lt;br /&gt;We also saw people from other school attempting e slide. But we did not warn them. We wanted to have fun watching them. ...and then " BOOM"! another butt was injured. I cheered and I clapped. Hehe! Who ask you all to sing so well??? you deserve it. Soon there will be a butt-shaped trench in e ground with a piece of paper there saying:" this is where ur butt should land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine...&lt;br /&gt;E lightning flashed across e sky n e thunder roared. You turn back and you see e evil playground. Bats flew across. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" and den an evil scream. You see a light in front of you. Quite a distance away. tat's a safe place. You started to run towards it, away from e evil playground. But everything was in slow motion. " NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" you screamed. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And you hear devil children in e playground saying:" Come!Come and play wif me!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Snap!" Okay, come back to reality. tat will be your impression of e playground after you played in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4.&lt;br /&gt;When shopping at Mahkota Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Bought alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;On e bus, we watched Over E Hedge and Madagascar. I slept during e first one like everyone did and woke up just in time to watch e ending.&lt;br /&gt;Wait!? Why am I talking bout this??? Okay forget it.&lt;br /&gt; I reached Singapore, went home and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-116609249498032838?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/116609249498032838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=116609249498032838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116609249498032838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/116609249498032838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/12/malacca-trip.html' title='Malacca Trip'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-115409122265396111</id><published>2006-07-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T05:53:42.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>All that i have stated on my blog is only part of my opinion. Readers have no right and are in no position to comment or complain about anything if you are unhappy. And what i have said is definitely impossible to be used as evidence on court against me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-115409122265396111?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/115409122265396111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=115409122265396111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/115409122265396111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22490560/posts/default/115409122265396111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/2006/07/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Some Sort of LUNATIC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496096482826589883</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-22490560.post-115382258598811937</id><published>2006-07-25T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:18:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn This School</title><content type='html'>Burn This School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn this school, oh lord we pray,&lt;br /&gt;keep it burning night and day.&lt;br /&gt;Burn these students everyday,&lt;br /&gt;keep them burning in evil's flame.&lt;br /&gt;Burn the teachers lord we ask,&lt;br /&gt;may you burn them in their task.&lt;br /&gt;Burn all homes and parents too,&lt;br /&gt;may they burn and be burnt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we by thee burn to be,&lt;br /&gt;burn us till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Burn us who belong to thee,&lt;br /&gt;may we continue burning.&lt;br /&gt;Never ending just burning,&lt;br /&gt;letting god's flame in us burn,&lt;br /&gt;Burn us all that we may be,&lt;br /&gt;burn us till eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Burn us all that we one day,&lt;br /&gt;may burn for eternity!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22490560-115382258598811937?l=hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysteria-induced-nervous-breakdown.blogspot.com/feeds/115382258598811937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22490560&amp;postID=115382258598811937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Yomama so fat that when she went bungee jumping, she went straight to hell.&lt;br /&gt;2.Yomama so fat that she needs to go to the underwater world to get baptised.&lt;br /&gt;3.Yomama so ugly that she made an onion cry.&lt;br /&gt;4.Yomama so stupid that when she got locked in a grocery store, she starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;5.Yomama so ugly that when she threw a boomerang, it never came back.&lt;br /&gt;6.Yomama so short that when she sneezes, her head hits the floor.&lt;br /&gt;7.Yomama mouth so big that she speaks in surround sound.&lt;br /&gt;8.Yomama so stupid she tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;9.Yomama so stupid she tried to wake a sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;10.Yomama so fat that when she fell down the stairs, she rocked herself asleep trying to get up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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