<?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-3609346104523755156</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:22:44.266-08:00</updated><category term='i come in peace'/><title type='text'>Sitting, waiting and wishing.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8247343492369835949</id><published>2011-04-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:27:06.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna cry anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8247343492369835949?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8247343492369835949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8247343492369835949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8247343492369835949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8247343492369835949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-wanna-cry-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-711555895740872193</id><published>2011-04-03T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:03:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you to death. Please. I'm having problems now ever since that day. You're suppose to help me not make it worst. I know you hate them. But please.... I am begging you. don't hurt me that way. you're not making me feel better. I'm sorry i hung up on you. I'm just so sick of you doing that to me all the time. I wanna feel save around you. now i feel like i have to be careful in whatever i do because everything i do just seem wrong. I'm sorry if this hurts you. Honestly, it's not meant to hurt you. I see things differently. I just want you to love me. and one of it is to make sure i am calm all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-711555895740872193?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/711555895740872193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=711555895740872193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/711555895740872193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/711555895740872193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1114766267848290095</id><published>2010-11-30T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:03:36.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hello hello!! So far, since last week till today, has been a very stressful week for me. When I say stressful, i really mean exams. I had spent almost the whole week with only RM50. I really don't know how we survived. Anyways, on Monday, Kelvin and I went to Carl's Junior to study. Why did we go there, because there's FREE REFILLS!! We could have gone to McDonald's, but the last time we went there, which was on Sunday, we sort of ad a bad experience. The manager saw a lot of freeloaders, so he cut off the internet. I mean, he can't do that! What about the people who actually bought something? Where is the fairness?? So, back to Carl's Junior, We wanted our usual place because well, they have a plug there. So we waited for that place to be free. Once the place was free, we changed place, and guess what happened? Kelvin thought our drink was already on that table. So he took the cup, and drank from it. When i came later on, he saw our cup and he spat everything out. Technically, he drank another's customers drink without even realizing it. ahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, I had my Pastry and BM exam. Pastry wasn't so good though. I think I'm gonna fail that paper. But honestly, I don't mind re-taking that paper because I had a really bad lecturer. I always liked pastry, but if i had a really bad lecturer, it really takes the fun out of it. On the other hand, I had BM and it was not that bad. All i need was at least 5 marks, and i pass. Oh well. two papers down, three more to go. haih. need to go study now, so bye bye for now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1114766267848290095?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1114766267848290095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1114766267848290095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1114766267848290095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1114766267848290095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-hello-so-far-since-last-week-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-3564145625495722516</id><published>2010-11-25T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:39:38.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina Kuah</title><content type='html'>Sabrina Kuah Swee Ching is my neighbor/best friend/still somehow my girlfriend. Whenever I'm down, she would always be there for me. Especially those days when i really cannot decide on anything. She is somehow exactly like me, except she is way smarter than me. Although she is currently confused, I know that she will have ways to solve it. She does not need to solve it alone because she will have us to help her out. People like Poly/Wern, Wendy, Richard, Miriam, Diane, Ee Von, Kar Mun, Ian Tan, Adrian Chong, Kim Ngiam, Tharma, Adrian Lau and more. She is very special to me, and those who cannot treat her well does not deserve to have her. She needs to be treated carefully. She needs someone to be there for her at all times. She needs someone to be a role model for her because i really don't know who that is right now. She can be argumentative at times, but thats how she is. No one cannot change who she is because she will always be the psychotic best friend i will always have. I know I'm probably the one who made her crazy. I'm even proud of it. Sab, never ever give up. I know you can do so much more:) She somehow thinks the same way like i do. We answered this random questions by Kelvin this one time, and she surprisingly answered the exact same answer. I really don't know why i'm writing this, and my grammar will probably suck. Well maybe it's because I LOVE MY SABBIE!!! I know i don't really reply your text msges. But i really do wish i can call you whenever i can. I think i have more tho say, but it's not coming out. I shall post another one when i know what i wanna say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3564145625495722516?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3564145625495722516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3564145625495722516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3564145625495722516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3564145625495722516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabrina-kuah.html' title='Sabrina Kuah'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-3979560663214949802</id><published>2010-11-23T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:38:46.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm sitting in a classroom, thinking how to study, but i couldn't. I opened my notes tried to read it, but nothing was going in. There i was making the same mistakes over and over again. I need motivations. I can't study without someone else with me. I just feel like sleeping all the time. Last minute studying is not going to work for me this time. I know that for sure. I need somebody to be able to explain things to me when i don't understand. But i don't think there is anyone at all. I mean like come one. Even if i study with the people i know, it's not like i understand a word the say because eventually, they will talk in different a language leaving me behind. Right now, there is no use saying things like " Speak English". It's not gonna work that way anymore because they will be too lazy to translate, and it's like saying it twice. So how am i suppose to study. I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; am the only person who is lazy since last time. I'm not improving myself at all. I need a change in this very horrible attitude because it's bad. I can't afford to fail because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; scared of failing. Dear God, tell me what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; suppose to do. Please. I need hep, and i can't do it alone. Writing this is a waste of time. I just needed to express something out to make myself feel better. I don't even feel better. Just the same. Oh well. I guess it's goodbye then:( I just feel like jumping down a building. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haih&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/3609346104523755156-3979560663214949802?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3979560663214949802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3979560663214949802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3979560663214949802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3979560663214949802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sitting-in-classroom-thinking-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7790117205220198752</id><published>2010-11-21T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:30:44.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Baby... sorry 4 hacking your blog.. but gotta wish you happy 11 months and its just a month away from our 1 year anniversary... I love you so so much.... xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7790117205220198752?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7790117205220198752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7790117205220198752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7790117205220198752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7790117205220198752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-5429545556705037374</id><published>2010-11-16T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:00:18.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hello! I'm at Carl's Junior with my husband! haha. Iknow this post is really lame, so goodbye! haha.Having a really happy time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Btw, I passed my Accounts exam without taking my finals! This is so possible if you're in college:) haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5429545556705037374?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5429545556705037374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5429545556705037374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5429545556705037374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5429545556705037374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-im-at-carls-junior-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1780369899980487051</id><published>2010-10-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:22:21.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!i just realized something. The post i'm posting now is going to be my 100h post! Yay! So for those of you who actually reads my blog, congratulate me! &lt;br /&gt;So anyways,I did something I never thought i would do. I showed my Husband my blog. Guess what he thought? He said that my blog is very emotional. I mean it's not my fault. I'm very different on the outside and on the inside. I think I'm actually a very quiet person. i mean deep down i can be quiet. Or maybe it depends on who i hang out with. If i hang out with noisy people, i can be noisy. To me, I think It's harder for me to hang out with sane people, because i know i like doing things thats really crazy. I mean people like Michelle, Sabrina, Wendy, Rachael, poly/Wern and all my other close friends would know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I think I've changed. I realized that when Kelvin told me that. Then when i think again, maybe it's true. Just yesterday Ben was telling me about it. According to Ben, after my internship when I'm a lot more matured, i would be someone that's quiet. I actually thought about what he said cause i think It's true. I already getting quiet now, what more in the future. What if i can't adapt with anyone anymore? How am I suppose to live in this world? I might as well just die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to think what i shoud say. I feel so lost! today is the day where i realized that i cannot live without Kelvin. I mean I don't really talk in college. Believe it or not, I'm not the super talkative person i used to be. I'm quiet in college. I mean i don't blame my friends for speaking in Chinese because they are used to it. Honestly, I would rather stone than try to listen. What's the point of listening when I don't understand. I distant myself away from them most because i don't want to trouble them. I find it very troublesome for them to translate all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, enough talking. I'm gonna go. bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1780369899980487051?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1780369899980487051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1780369899980487051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1780369899980487051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1780369899980487051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/10/helloi-just-realized-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-979422993875708208</id><published>2010-09-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:34:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if living the life I'm living now is difficult. I am consistently broke, I have to survive with my salary just because I don't get allowances from my parents, my salary per month is about RM 200, I study all the way in KL, I can't really go out because my parents don't trust me and even if i can go out, I won't have any money, some of my friends think I work too much, but that's not really my fault since I have to earn my own money, my grades are not that good, I feel so bad at the fact that Kelvin likes to spend money on me, and he uses up all his allowances on me, and when he's broke, he eats maggi every night just so that he'll feel full and not hungry, even if told him not to, he still would bank in money just so that i can eat, I'm getting sick nowadays, and I don't know what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I feel this way, then how does certain people survive. It's getting harder every month. I feel like I'm living on my own. I have to pay for everything except for my accommodation. My money is mostly spent on food. Is it my fault for getting hungry all the time? I want a life where I don't make another persons life miserable, I don't have to suffer and I wish I'm smart. But looks like all of those can't happen can it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I know I'm not that smart. You don't have to talk to me as if I'm really that dumb. You don't have to talk to me as if I'm not capable of doing anything. I know that i can never be a theory type of person. I am a practical type of person. But i guess most people don't see things the way i see it. I know I'm different. Different is good to me. It really shows that you are you and not someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hate customers who ruins my life just because you are not please with something. If you are not please with something, then go away. Why bother coming in the first place. Don't spoil someone else's dreams just because you don't get something on time. Sometimes you have to be patient and considerate about things. You don't always get what you want. Call me the worst, i don't care. It's not like i give a shit about you. You are just lucky i can stay calm right in front of your fucking face. Don't you dare show up in my store again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You know what? I'm done ranting about other things. Don't really know why i even bother to write all of this shit out. it's not like anyone reads it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-979422993875708208?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/979422993875708208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=979422993875708208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/979422993875708208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/979422993875708208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-wonder-if-living-life-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6056539252340969451</id><published>2010-08-16T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:29:28.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm very emotional nowadays. Sometimes, i feel like stopping college and try to get on with life. I don't feel as independent as i used to those days when i was in high school. I used to be able to survive. I wonder why i just can't nowadays. I feel like I'm alone in college sometimes and that i cannot adapt with anyone. I feel very useless which makes me want to quit even more. I feel betrayed and that someone has something against me somehow. I have a feeling that i might fail, but i don't want to fail. I don't want to fail in a subject that i know i'm good at. Why can't i be good in theory and practical both at the same time? Why can't it be both? I hate to study because i know i cannot memorize things as good as most people. But sometimes it's the effort you put in order for you to succeed. I know i can study. But sometimes, how do you study or try to succeed if people always out you down? Sometimes, i feel like i can do so much better if i had my own house where i can do everything i want to. I can never study in front of  anybody. It's just too hard for me. My suggestion is that if i fail my Advance cuisine and restaurant operations and marketing, i would like to quit college. What do you think? no point studying anymore right? your cgpa will just drop anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6056539252340969451?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6056539252340969451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6056539252340969451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6056539252340969451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6056539252340969451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-very-emotional-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5595846638820715130</id><published>2010-04-25T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:34:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5595846638820715130?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5595846638820715130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5595846638820715130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5595846638820715130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5595846638820715130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-you-i-want-you-i-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-6873171633671011409</id><published>2010-04-22T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:54:09.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a tiring day. Starbucks had an event about world earth day.  A kindergarten had a school trip here and they were all so cute. Sadly, i was opening, so i didn't really had the chance to actually talk to them or play with them. I love kids. They are so cute. Sometimes, i wish i have a kid. But in the future, when i actually have a kid, i bet they would be a pest. Those children that came, they are like angels. They were so obedient. There's this one time when Mabel told me, Khan, my district manager were helping the kids with all their handcrafts, and guess what happened? Khan made a wedding gown for this little girl. You know the part where there's that long thing and the back of a wedding gown, and the flower girl would carry it when the bride is walking own the I can't remember what it's called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;? Well, Khan did that for the gown and went off for a while. When the Khan came back after some time, the girl cut that part right in front of him. Do you how sad it was, yet funny. So heartbreaking. Imagine you were helping a little girl with something, and you went off for a while, then by the time you come back, that little girl destroyed what you made right in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; of you just because she didn't like it. Wouldn't that be super heartbreaking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So moving on, i spend the whole morning and almost the entire afternoon in bar working without any break. I was suppose to go home at 3pm. Instead, i went for break at 2.45. I'm suppose to go for break for at least 50 minutes. So unfair. I don't think I'm even going to get an overtime labor. Oh well. My store does not have enough partners. What to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have to go now. Kelvin is going to pick me up from the store and I'm going to see him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!! i really really miss him. it's been a while. Not really a while, but to me, it feels like a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Btw, JI REN AND YIN MUN WORKED AS CASUAL LABOR TODAY!! Haven't seen them in a while.This time, really a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6873171633671011409?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6873171633671011409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6873171633671011409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6873171633671011409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6873171633671011409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-568383515611398942</id><published>2010-04-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:35:25.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Close your eyes. Imagine a scene that you would really want to go. Cross your fingers and hope as hard you can. And when you open your eyes, what you hoped for came true. Life can be fairytale. But does it happen to you? Open your eyes as wide as you can. Do you see your life like a fairytale? Do you see everything working perfectly the way you wanted to? This doesn't happen to everyone. This is when i suddenly think i picked the wrong course. Three screwed up paper = failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I don't know why i cannot do things correctly in the kitchen. I'm leading a messed up life. Having a paper that i failed makes me feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; a gone person. It's like there's no point of me paying so much to go to college when i know I'm going to fail. I might as well continue working in Starbucks and making a career out of it. I can aim so hard on being a coffee master, but i can't aim high in in college. What does this make me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-568383515611398942?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/568383515611398942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=568383515611398942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/568383515611398942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/568383515611398942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/04/close-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5563657004919402020</id><published>2010-04-19T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:21:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I don't know why, but I think I kinda live a lonely life. If you look at it  this way, that only people I'm close to are my neighbours, some of my college friends, basketball friends not so so, and my boyfriend. It's like all my high school friends are gone. In a way, I wish I live the life of my high school days with lesser stress with things I love to do. I've seen other people lead a life that is ten times better than mine. I feel like my life is so twisted and so complicated. I don't even know what's right and wrong anymore. I used to say I will never do this and that. But looking at how it is now, I think I broke a lot of rules or promises I made to myself. I'd rather do nothing than do the things everyone does. I mean what's the difference right? Besides, it's my life and not others. So why should I care a lot. Even if I care so much, what am I going to gain from it? Does gossiping make your life better? No. What goes around comes around right? So what am I doing? I gossip about other people, and i feel nothing about it unless i know it's way out of line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Maybe I'm just 'pms-ing'. I don't know. Why am I suddenly talking like this? I'm trying to figure out as well. Well, maybe It's because he's not here. He's somewhere else and i feel so disconnected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Him being around even over the phone feels like the air i breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Being disconnected from him feels like being in an airtight container without any air in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All i breathe is carbon dioxide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Just like how a plant can die breathing oxygen in an airtight container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You once said " Why do humans need oxygen? Why do I need Isabel? Same concept"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well, it's the same thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Why do I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Cause you are like the air i breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Without you, I would wither like the plant breathing oxygen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5563657004919402020?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5563657004919402020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5563657004919402020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5563657004919402020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5563657004919402020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/04/loneliness.html' title='loneliness'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-314325658736116637</id><published>2010-04-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:06:18.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged. I bet if this someone did not ask me why i haven't been blogging, i think i wouldn't even blog or i wont even remember that i even have a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. i don't even know when to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Firstly, i would like to announce something to those who reads my blog. I am now an official coffee master. How did i do it? Don't ask. I'm so proud  of myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Next, i want to talk about this coffee that sort of relate to me. It's called the 80/20 blend, Cafe Verona. It's not the coffee that relates to me, but it's actually the numbering that relates to me. Right now, i only love a guy. He's everything to me now. You can't love somebody 100% right? It shows that you're most probably obsessed with that person. At least that's what i think. i don't know, I'm not god. I'm just an ordinary person. But the second i see this person, i know where the 20% is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's all I'm gonna say for now. I love the both of you, but i love the both of you in different ways. I'm not gonna repeat the same mistakes twice. I can't resist you as well, but I'm trying. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-314325658736116637?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/314325658736116637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=314325658736116637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/314325658736116637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/314325658736116637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-long.html' title='So Long'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2216495150468325323</id><published>2009-12-29T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:02:39.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>hey. I don't really blog nowadays cause seriously, i don't think i have enough time to do it. I had like work, then college, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking scared of my results. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cgpa&lt;/span&gt; so far is 3 and i still think i fail although i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to fail. Work has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; as well because we lack of partners and i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;to work&lt;/span&gt; on days i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna work. Well the good news is that i finally have a boyfriend again, and i really hope he would last. i mean, he will last. starting from today, it's like 9 more days till i can see him. Somehow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always with someone who lives so far away. Why can't they stay nearer? even if he's back from Malacca, the only time i can see him is if he's in college. He lives in the hostel, and it's all the way in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt;. That is super far for me. I've been there, like twice, but it's so damn far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2216495150468325323?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2216495150468325323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2216495150468325323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2216495150468325323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2216495150468325323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5388420973520970301</id><published>2009-10-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:23:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rainedThere's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the carAnd you know I wanna ask you to dance right thereIn the middle of the parking lot, yeahWe're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you knowI'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up nowBut you're just so cool, run your hands through your hairAbsent-mindedly makin' me want youAnd I don't know how it gets better than thisYou take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearlessAnd I don't know why but with you I danceIn a storm in my best dress, fearlessSo baby drive slow 'til we run out of roadIn this one horse town, I wanna stay right hereIn this passenger seat, you put your eyes on meIn this moment, now capture it, remember it'Cause I don't know how it gets better than thisYou take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearlessAnd I don't know why but with you I'd danceIn a storm in my best dress, fearlessWell, you stood there with me in the doorwayMy hands shake, I'm not usually this wayBut you pull me in and I'm a little more braveIt's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'It's fearless'Cause I don't know how it gets better than thisYou take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearlessAnd I don't know why but with you I'd danceIn a storm in my best dress, fearless'Cause I don't know how it gets better than thisYou take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearlessAnd I don't know why but with you I'd danceIn a storm in my best dress, fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5388420973520970301?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5388420973520970301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5388420973520970301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5388420973520970301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5388420973520970301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fearless.html' title='Fearless'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5424309463421179500</id><published>2009-10-28T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:53:51.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seriously, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to play me out. You're one of the reason  why I feel so screwed up now. I've been crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; trying to think, but I cant think. It's getting harder everyday. Don't ignore me just like that. You're being such an idiot. I don't even know what to say. why can't you just respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5424309463421179500?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5424309463421179500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5424309463421179500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5424309463421179500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5424309463421179500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-what-are-you-trying-to-do-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-4837262542034324809</id><published>2009-10-12T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:46:56.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been hypnotized. Walking like a zombie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-4837262542034324809?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/4837262542034324809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=4837262542034324809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4837262542034324809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4837262542034324809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-hypnotized.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2636427613688283894</id><published>2009-10-11T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:29:18.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When I think of it, I get super confused. Why? What do I have? I'm just an ordinary person with no super powers. I always get myself into messes like this. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; the middle person. I felt the guilt for a while, then it felt normal. Like it was meant to be. But I'm not sure. Can this be the time where my horoscope is coming true? I don't believe in those things, but it somehow made sense at that time. You should have told me earlier. If feels like a mistake. But it cannot be a mistake. I tell you everything, and back out for a while. Then you come back. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; anything. The more i think of it, the more I wanna change directions. But I can't. I'm stuck. This is so messed up. I told Michelle about it, it felt good for a while. But then no! I got confused again. What am I? I feel normal. No regrets. Just confused.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2636427613688283894?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2636427613688283894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2636427613688283894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2636427613688283894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2636427613688283894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-4293502627448171517</id><published>2009-10-11T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:10:36.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Updates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey everyone! It's time for a very long update session again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;22nd September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Something happenned at 3am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;30th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My birthday. I've got to admit that my friends are awesome. I had my pracical class on that day. During my break, my college friends suddenly came up to me without me knowing with a cake and started singing it loudly in the food court, It was embarrasing but hey it felt awesome. Watched a perfect getaway where Angie suddenly screamed damn loud. Went back home and had dinner with my dad. I was dissapointed for a while cause my bestie didn't wish me on my birthday. The thing that dissapointed me the most is that it was her sister's birthday, so cannot forget right? She wished me few days later. Well at least she wished right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd, 3rd, 4th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went for my church's OVERFLOW college retreat. It was great. In some retreat you sometimes have to expect the unxepected right? 4th oct was Hee Kar Yen's birthday! Happy Birthday my Malaysian bowler:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went out with Ian P for a while. Was in the car with him, didn't bring my IC, the police came told both of us to come out, blah blah blah. And everything was settled. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to college, ate lunch with Jing Hoong, Angela, angie,Wooi Chyng, Alex and Michelle. Had classes with miss Elizabeth soo. Got food poisoining, vomited went to the clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;While waiting for my bro to send me to the LRT station, I had a very unexpected thing from my brother. He was like " err. here's a belated birthday present for you" he passed it to me and it was Taylor Swift Fearless CD. Like OMG right&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to work, Khin Xian came to my store after that. He sent me home. Picked me up for dinner and we were hangging out like how we used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well that's about it. will be updating again. see ya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-4293502627448171517?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/4293502627448171517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=4293502627448171517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4293502627448171517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4293502627448171517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-updates.html' title='More Updates?'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6949409422557215169</id><published>2009-09-09T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:07:18.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Hey people! The only reason why I'm blogging now is because my precious Wooi Chying and Angie told me to update. Well, Sort of. So moving on, at this particular time, 1.10pm at Berjaya University College of hospitality blogging just so my dead blog is being updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Andrew Lee and Ti Ming. Will update more again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A TOTAL OF 4 ASSIGNMENTS TO DO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6949409422557215169?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6949409422557215169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6949409422557215169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6949409422557215169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6949409422557215169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-1702259959018637070</id><published>2009-08-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:43:46.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Yellow  Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SowBfi_K7KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZZXPzWNnOj0/s1600-h/5336_116576644162_766219162_2277815_6586468_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371670097025494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SowBfi_K7KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZZXPzWNnOj0/s320/5336_116576644162_766219162_2277815_6586468_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the 15th August, hitz.fm "UP" promo was done at Tropicana City Mall. They took So many huge balloons to lift Ean up. I did not think it's possible until I saw it with my own eyes. You want proove? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371666029401274466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov9yx5--GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/b6HgrIK1yO8/s320/Photo0044%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665513791551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov9UxHC9_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/cb4G7zDhFlc/s320/Photo0043%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We even took pictures with JJ and Ean while they were at starbucks. I suggested straganof pie to Ean and he thought it was awesome. Just because i said it was awesome!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1702259959018637070?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1702259959018637070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1702259959018637070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1702259959018637070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1702259959018637070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-yellow-balloon.html' title='Big Yellow  Balloon'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SowBfi_K7KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZZXPzWNnOj0/s72-c/5336_116576644162_766219162_2277815_6586468_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8952380386154717932</id><published>2009-08-19T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:17:31.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing in the past months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aloha everyone who still reads this blog. I know I'm not blogging as much. More like never, so i shall tell you all my long grandmother stories now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Once upon a time..... hahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fine.. I don't think I can remember the things that have been happening. But lets start with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've been a really naughty girl lately. Wasn't really my fault, but still. How can you resist certain temptations. So anyways, I think I was closing that night and I couldn't sleep, so I was messaging Ian p throughout the whole night. He was sleeping over at Ashtons house that night. So at 3am in the morning, he told me to go out. Which parent would a allow their kid, especially girls, to go out at 3 am in the morning? So i told him, the earliest I can come out is at 6am. And he said, 3 hours early only mah. I told him i'll try coming out at 4am instead. And I did. Ashton picked me up and send me home at 5 or earlier than that. The best part was, I did not bring my IC with me. Went into the house without anyone noticing me missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Daniel kow's birthday. That part is blah blah blah. Now skip. Went out to play pool with Ian, Ashton at first. Then more people came, and they played more pool. Headed to Tropicana City Mall to watch G.I. JOE. went for shisha at alsafa then went home nearly 5am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th august&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went to Sungai congkak with Bear. It was fun. Water is freezing!! Rained most of the time. And I think I slept a lot too. Thanks to closing the night before, and Bear making me wake up at 5.30am cause she said she was picking me up at at 6.30. So here's part of the pictures. Part of the pictures will be up soon I hope. By the way, we went there with sbux partners from everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371662077679505442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov6MwmGECI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DkBa0yhop_M/s320/5368_134868647585_753182585_3367050_2941185_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were doing our very lame cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371661878357176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov6BKD8r6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iLZ08nYggUo/s320/5368_134868637585_753182585_3367048_3476796_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bear stuck somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371661502416755058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov5rRkxGXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CTFYCVYaLHw/s320/5368_134868622585_753182585_3367046_5779501_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were on someone's shoulder trying to balance :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8952380386154717932?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8952380386154717932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8952380386154717932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8952380386154717932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8952380386154717932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-have-been-doing-in-past-months.html' title='What I have been doing in the past months'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/Sov6MwmGECI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DkBa0yhop_M/s72-c/5368_134868647585_753182585_3367050_2941185_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-2150904387250198146</id><published>2009-05-09T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:30:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belllll,&lt;br /&gt;I got the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; flu&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after drinking your caramel cream that day!&lt;br /&gt;gahhh&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2150904387250198146?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2150904387250198146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2150904387250198146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2150904387250198146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2150904387250198146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/05/belllll-i-got-flu-from-you-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/Seldw1_LN3I/AAAAAAAACl8/5pL36yJwgRs/S220/IMG_4782..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8044298179187407540</id><published>2009-05-02T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:08:16.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I"m dying!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been like one week since I've had my cough. It's not even a normal cough, it feels weird.and after my closing shift on 30th April,  I went back home, went straight to bed, forcing myself to sleep and somehow got myself a flu. At first i thought it was the normal flu you get when you wake up. But it went worst. I had to call my store manager to take an off day cause i look like I'm crying with my face all red. So here i am sitting right in front of the computer, still feeling not so good, writing this post, sweating like a pig trying feel better. What scaring me is that stupid virus that's been spreading around. What if i have it? i could die. Besides, I'm always around customers that i don't know. They could be the cause of all this......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8044298179187407540?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8044298179187407540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8044298179187407540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8044298179187407540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8044298179187407540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-dying.html' title='I think I&quot;m dying!!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-3448111913229298208</id><published>2009-04-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:15:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalulu</title><content type='html'>Aloha:) I know my blog has been really dead lately, but at least i have an excuse for it. Although it's not an excuse though. Right now, I'm at Ashtons's house and since Sabrina thinks I've abandoned my blog and it looks so dead, i decided to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, yesterday to be exact i accidentally stapled my hand. It hurts though but knowing me, I'm that clumsy. Tell me a day where i don't injure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, at least I did blog right? Having Starbucks second community connections board game day today again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3448111913229298208?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3448111913229298208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3448111913229298208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3448111913229298208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3448111913229298208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalalulu.html' title='lalalulu'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2411170901650358082</id><published>2009-04-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:25:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days/months without updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Firstly, i would like to say sorry for spelling Jason Mraz's name wrongsly(thanks to someone at work). Secondly, I've been too busy at work that i don't bother updating my blog at all. I've abandoned my blog for quite some time now, so i decided to finally update it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Starting with of course work[23/03/09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I had closing shift at that time, and it was a Monday. My manager on duty told me to clean the merchandise wall, and that was what i did. As i was wiping all the dust, the shelf was not fixed properly, and you know how cllumsy i can be, so i accidentally broke two merchandise item, the Kl city mugs worth RM80 together. After that day, i became so depressed over it. I even teared. Later that day, I decided to go to the toilet, and on my way back, i decided to immedietly clean the table, and an african guy initiated conversation with me. Me being a barista must be welcoming. I wasn't wearing my apron at that time and my name tag was on it. So i introduced myself to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: I'm Isabel By the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Customer: I'm Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So we shook each others hand, and he held it for quite some time. He then said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"You look nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I've been looking at you for quite sometime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And i would obviously go blank. So I went behind put the mugs and plates behind. Then, when we were about to close, I helped Ti ming sweep the floor at that side. As he was leaving, he shook my hand and said nice meeting you with a piece of paper. he said &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"read it. Don't throw it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hi, I know it would be wrong to ask for your num while at work, but there's something about you that interest me. I would like it if you sms me, my num is ----------. I would like to know you more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                                                                             thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                                                                           kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then just recently, on a Saturday, I was closing again, and on my way back from again the toilet, a regular customer, this french guy, walked towards me passed a resit that i printed out while serving him and said&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"do whatever you want with it." I went behind, opened the resit read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*name*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;017-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Like Omg!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I finally restraighten my hair, and i now have bangs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2411170901650358082?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2411170901650358082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2411170901650358082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2411170901650358082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2411170901650358082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/04/daysmonths-without-updating.html' title='Days/months without updating'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-308253429308047939</id><published>2009-03-20T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:43:56.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>522612</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-308253429308047939?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/308253429308047939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=308253429308047939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/308253429308047939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/308253429308047939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/03/522612.html' title='522612'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1061799649413154696</id><published>2009-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:28:09.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunno know of a title to write=D</title><content type='html'>I'm now at Sabrina's house using her comp, transferring songs to my phone. I started my day by walking all the way to ashton's house to supposedly wake him up. But when Sabrina called him, he said that he was awake like a ling time ago. But when we reached there, he looked like he just woke  up. he looked like he was half dead, but he uses positive words such as I'm half alive instead of half dead. We then went to 7-11 to try to get something, but they don't have the particular thing that i wanted, so we walked to watsons. There, i finally g ot condoms. it's not like i wanna do anything with it, but i just want to keep it for the sake of keeping it. Haha. So after that, we went to bank then went straight to Mcd to have breakfast. So that  how i ended up there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEW MORE HOURS TO JASON MYRAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to Jason Hong, i manage to get the tickets to go to JASON MYRAZ's concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-1061799649413154696?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1061799649413154696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1061799649413154696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1061799649413154696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1061799649413154696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/03/dunno-know-of-title-to-writed.html' title='dunno know of a title to write=D'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-8476600969019330367</id><published>2009-02-20T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:41:17.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SZ9ptUnzuII/AAAAAAAAGs4/cChyKnM4B4U/s1600-h/2009-02-20-43809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SZ9ptUnzuII/AAAAAAAAGs4/cChyKnM4B4U/s400/2009-02-20-43809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305075113416439938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking of youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8476600969019330367?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8476600969019330367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8476600969019330367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8476600969019330367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8476600969019330367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-youuu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SZ9ptUnzuII/AAAAAAAAGs4/cChyKnM4B4U/s72-c/2009-02-20-43809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8433758742734180096</id><published>2009-01-30T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:29:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story - taylor swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SYMUQsoticI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dvt3JMrKVJw/s1600-h/P1100343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SYMUQsoticI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dvt3JMrKVJw/s400/P1100343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099863810214338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony of summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights,&lt;br /&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they know&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you please don't go and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knealt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8433758742734180096?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8433758742734180096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8433758742734180096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8433758742734180096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8433758742734180096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-story-taylor-swift.html' title='Love story - taylor swift'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SYMUQsoticI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dvt3JMrKVJw/s72-c/P1100343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-7882459700704391762</id><published>2009-01-30T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:18:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Having friends that cares about you is a good thing. But sometimes, if they care about you too much, it gets a little out of hand and on my nerves. You know what they try to do is to help you more. But sometimes, telling them not to do things is what makes them do it more. I have a really bad temper that most people don't know about. They think I'm a happy go lucky type of person, but in reality, I'm not. I may not have people that left me in anyways yet. I might not know how it feels, but what i know is that i don't have a perfect life. I don't have things where parents always give it to me. I believe in earning to get what you want. Not be so spoiled to always get things your way. I have to work to earn the things i need. Not the things i want. I explore things to discover.  I don't traumatize myself thinking about what might happen. I do things that i know is possible. Although i know it's crazy, but at least i use my brains. Tell me one thing that i said i really wanted to do and had the chance to do or go. I never had the chance to do what i want to do. I listen to what people say. I like knowing their perception about the things I'm about to do. I didn't say you don't listen. I would have mentioned it in our conversation if you don't. I know there's  a lot more in the world i can do and achieve. I want to be a good influence to other people. I want other people or parents to looks up to me and not look down to me. I know I'm not the study person. But at least i know I'm good at other things. Don't underestimate me just because you don't know what I'm capable of. Don't judge me just because i act differently. Don't back stab me just because you can't tell it to me straight to my face. Don't think I'm the perfect type of girl who's always living very happily just because I'm always nice, smiling and always doing people favors. If you see someone getting frustrated over the subject, just drop it. You're not helping. Only making things worst. I lost my patients today just because you can't stop talking about the subject I'm trying to end. I know crying and walking away won't help because it's not worth anything. I'm not being perasan or anything, but i can definetly bet that the both of you asked each whats wrong with me today and all those other kind of questions. Me walking away is better than doing other stupid things that might just make things worst. I like the part where we enjoyed our day throughout the whole day. But what i dislike is the fact you brought up the subject. Everything about me is not about running. What makes you think I can take the distance? I haven't been training at all. My stamina went down. With that type of stamina and running all by myself without anyone there can just last me through the round about. What i normally say don't always happen. It's just a feeling that i want to take an adventure. I'm quite sure that after reading this, you might want to say more, blog about it, bitch about me, or maybe drop the fact this whole thing ever happen. I've known you for so long, and you're like a sister to me. Having an arguement or a fight is a good thing, cause it's what makes us closer. I'm really sorry about what happen today. After you've read this,  let me know when you're free so i can say it face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: To the both of you if you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-7882459700704391762?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7882459700704391762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7882459700704391762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7882459700704391762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7882459700704391762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-friends-that-cares-about-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1067541759096702803</id><published>2009-01-25T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:55:28.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY, Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week w/out seeing you sure is weird. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishie you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1067541759096702803?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1067541759096702803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1067541759096702803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1067541759096702803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1067541759096702803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8762138602917137392</id><published>2009-01-24T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:32:35.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bellll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Heart heart you a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8762138602917137392?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8762138602917137392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8762138602917137392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8762138602917137392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8762138602917137392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/bellll-happy-chinese-new-year-3333.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/Seldw1_LN3I/AAAAAAAACl8/5pL36yJwgRs/S220/IMG_4782..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-3824406495016376697</id><published>2009-01-17T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:14:41.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you, babi.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3824406495016376697?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3824406495016376697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3824406495016376697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3824406495016376697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3824406495016376697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-missing-you-babi.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-3589943739147027597</id><published>2009-01-11T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:10:37.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!! I don't know if you miss me, but i know i miss myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. I kinda just came back from one of my Starbucks classes at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Berjaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Time Square. I know that you're thinking, that all this classes should be a waste of time and all. But to me, it's actually quite fun. Mostly depending on the lecturer you get. Working in Starbucks is a really really good experience. You get few benefits from it. You get to know more about coffee than most people. An example, yesterday we had this classes titled communicating about coffee. One of the activity we did was comparing the difference between commercial coffee and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; coffee. We compared the two coffee, and it tasted completely different. In order for you to do a coffee testing, there are few simple rules to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;1. - cover 3 1/4 of the cup, then you smell the coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    - Why do we smell it? Because 90 percent of our taste, comes from out nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2. -We slurp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;     - Why do we slurp? Because by slurping, the coffee can spray evenly on to the pallets of             our tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3. - We locate the taste of the coffee on where it hits you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;     - Why? Because it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;identifies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; the acidity of the coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. - Next, we describe it in our own words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;To describe the the coffee, all you need is to consider the aroma,acidity, body, and flavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Commercial coffee: Aroma - very plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                       acidity - super low acidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                       body - do they even have body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                        Flavour - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Tasteless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Starbucks coffee :            Aroma- Herbal and earthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; pacific(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sulawesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;)]  Acidity - Low acidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                Body - Full body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                Flavour - Bold first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                                 - hints of herbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                                 - Buttery ( smooth, rich flavour&amp;amp;texture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;See, now you see the difference between these two coffee's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, classes today was awesome. I made and drank two espresso, 1 latte, 1 caramel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;macchiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, 1 cappuccino, and 1 mocha. So the total of espresso that i drank is 6. We all had fun today, and I found out that Alvin, my lecturer lives near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. And he's really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. He Walked me home from Paramount!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, I shall try to sleep after all those espresso I've drank. I shall also share my experience about coffee later. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3589943739147027597?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3589943739147027597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3589943739147027597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3589943739147027597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3589943739147027597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-8277860756058739272</id><published>2009-01-08T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:40:01.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;It's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8277860756058739272?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-7471807015496867375</id><published>2009-01-05T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:57:39.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My sweet sweet girlfriend is working in Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The one in Tropicana City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A girlfriend that knows how to make Mocha for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Woohooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't have to buy my Mocha from Starbucks anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7471807015496867375?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7471807015496867375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7471807015496867375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7471807015496867375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7471807015496867375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sweet-sweet-girlfriend-is-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-5303680508026839738</id><published>2009-01-05T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:23:02.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since it's already a new year, YOU should change a tinny bit of yourself, for example, you should STOP letting people walk all over you and pretend that you're fine with it and it doesn't bother you much. You and I both know that you're definitely NOT OK with it. We are already considered &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; since we are no more in secondary school. Speaking of secondary school, remember how you let people bring you down and let them do whatever they want to do to you like a dummy and being all bruised all over by how they used you, and also how your mood swings are after that and the next day screaming at people all because you're annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always keep things to yourself and never let out how you feel because you're scared that it might ruin your friendship or whatever with that person. Belle, I've been always telling you to tell someone how you feel, but you never listen, so since it's a new year, you should change that part of yourself for the better. Hiding your feelings is not healthy and it wont bring you anywhere. You let it build up in you and throw on to everyone in class last year, especially me! Ask you one small thing, you shout back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you should not let what other people think or say about you affect you. If it bothers you just smile, nod and say ok. LOL! Or just think that they're jealous of you. Just be you, act who you are and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DON'T EVER LET ANYBODY STEP ALL OVER YOU!&lt;/span&gt; Be strong and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long essay. hahahahaha. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michelle Gomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5303680508026839738?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5303680508026839738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5303680508026839738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5303680508026839738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5303680508026839738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-43379273013415553</id><published>2009-01-05T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:55:26.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulala~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chicken is a Barista at Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-43379273013415553?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/43379273013415553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=43379273013415553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/43379273013415553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/43379273013415553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hulala.html' title='Hulala~'/><author><name>Wendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/Seldw1_LN3I/AAAAAAAACl8/5pL36yJwgRs/S220/IMG_4782..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-9201700281653137715</id><published>2008-12-31T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:25:03.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008-2009</title><content type='html'>I miss the year 2008. Well obviously! Its like my last year being in school. My life began there and now it ended there. I'm gonna miss a bunch of people, more like a whole lot of people that was in school with me. Although i only met some of them in later, but it still feels as if I've known them few years back.&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE RUNNING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE CHEER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least there's still Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year/ yesterday, i was 17. And now I', turning 18. I'm getting older every year, and i have to face things that are so much more challenging. Well, now that I'm already in 2009, i might as well live with it. I'm so gonna miss my schooling days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-9201700281653137715?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/9201700281653137715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=9201700281653137715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/9201700281653137715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/9201700281653137715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-2009.html' title='2008-2009'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6572024310538308660</id><published>2008-12-28T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:46:51.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony of the year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is the last day of youth church. Everyone was suppose to tell a testimony of something. If you have one. I think i should have stood up and went up and testify about how blessed i was this year. Throughout my whole 17 years worth of living, I know I've been blessed. He's been there throughout my up and downs when i needed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I've been really busy this year. I've got cheer and running and studies to worry about. I think I've been through a lot, and I thank god he's been guiding me all the way, although I didn't notice that in the beginning. I've been training really really hard to achieve my goals in running. I didn't exactly achieve it, but i know god helped me get through to the next level. I always wanted to go up to the next level. From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. When i finally got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;, I wanted more. I wanted so much to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. I knew it was impossible for me to go for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; with my normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;events. But for the road run, I knew it was possible. I thought I could make it through. But I wasn't good enough. I cried on that day and i still could not believe I lost. After all those training &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; been through, all those runs I went to improve, It was not good enough. From that day onwards, i came up with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;" When you lose, It's not because you're not good enough. But because you lost to someone who is better than you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Secondly, Cheer. Cheer basically took all of my time. I had no time time to join any other activity, and that pulled my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; marks lower. Cheer was really tiring. My captain was so eager to win best newcomer that we practice day and night. During cheer clinic, we saw other teams, and we got scared because they were better than us. My captain got scared and we had practice on the night itself. We went to school by 7.25am and we departed at 9.30-10am. we were there since then, all the way to 6. And we immediately went for practice. A lot of things happened the day before the competition and we were really upset, but god kept us going. We thank go we had a reserve that could replace her. She, by the way, tore her ligament. The girl who replaced her was good and we went through the competition with a smile on our face. We prayed and prayed, and although we didn't win, we know that we did our best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Thirdly, Studies. I'm not the study type. I'm a bad at memorizing and no matter how much I try, I still cannot do it. So during Spm, for my Bm paper, I studied as much as I can. the next day, the day of my paper, I didn't bother reading anything. I read a verse from the bible, and it relaxed me a lot. A verse from the bible then came into my head as I was praying in the car on the way to school. I began reciting it over and over again. "I can do all things through Christ who Strengthens me." When the teachers were briefing us at he lawn, I prayed. Before I entered the exam hall, I prayed. The second I sat on my desk, I prayed. When the test paper was on my table, I prayed. And lastly, before I opened my test paper, I prayed. In a way, my prayer was answered. The things I studied, came out and i could actually do the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoever thinks i'm really lucky are so wrong. In my opinion, I'm not lucky. I'm just Blessed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6572024310538308660?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6572024310538308660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6572024310538308660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6572024310538308660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6572024310538308660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/testimony-of-year.html' title='Testimony of the year..'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-8186360187189319813</id><published>2008-12-27T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:46:47.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babeeeeeee, update.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-8186360187189319813?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8186360187189319813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8186360187189319813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8186360187189319813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8186360187189319813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/babeeeeeee-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-7468074288365892090</id><published>2008-12-21T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:41:55.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1u,curve,ikea,ikano shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On the 18/12/08 Me, my sister and my two cousins went out shopping for throughout the whole day. Firstly, we started shopping at 1u. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9HX1MwWDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GXOdMSXsq2k/s1600-h/Image%28286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9HX1MwWDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GXOdMSXsq2k/s320/Image%28286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282519362672023602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want the turquoise colored one. The one with the darkest feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9Icjdpb1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hFl4hy9iFpo/s1600-h/Image%28288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9Icjdpb1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/hFl4hy9iFpo/s320/Image%28288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282520543322009426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Christmas decoration. Alice in wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9JJfv-LVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hBu40K0TORk/s1600-h/Image%28291%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9JJfv-LVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hBu40K0TORk/s320/Image%28291%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282521315419237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;From right: Rachel, Abby, Krystle and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9JsR4aLjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H3xWwJtDybc/s1600-h/Image%28300%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9JsR4aLjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H3xWwJtDybc/s320/Image%28300%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282521912991952434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Check out what we bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9KWQcoAZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j8Jx7TTlBXk/s1600-h/Image%28304%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9KWQcoAZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j8Jx7TTlBXk/s320/Image%28304%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282522634161488274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Moving on. We ate at sushi king and left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;. Going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; is actually not that bad. Being around furniture's. We made a deal among us cousins, that if we do not get married, we would all stay together in the same house just like my two aunts. So, when we were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;, being lifeless, all four of us planned our future dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what we would become in the future, We decided to snap pictures on how we might become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9LlkrlYuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iOwhAP0hqpQ/s1600-h/Image%28305%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9LlkrlYuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iOwhAP0hqpQ/s320/Image%28305%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523996802605794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rachel, Future lawyer in our chilling room, drinking tea after an interesting case at court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9MfyR2PdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a6V0PhEJ_5k/s1600-h/Image%28306%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9MfyR2PdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a6V0PhEJ_5k/s320/Image%28306%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282524996885167570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Abigail, future manager in a firm, handling things in our computer room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9NXgYExKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ECDcbWNlaeo/s1600-h/Image%28312%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9NXgYExKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ECDcbWNlaeo/s320/Image%28312%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282525954152121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A really blur picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Krystle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and I in the kitchen, stating us as future cooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; you think out kitchen looks awesome? * wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9OGPbjMhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3YjSLLvKCj8/s1600-h/Image%28307%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9OGPbjMhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3YjSLLvKCj8/s320/Image%28307%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282526757057147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, our bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Krystle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and Abby's bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9OfCo5OmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FC2Hb0Pn064/s1600-h/Image%28308%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9OfCo5OmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FC2Hb0Pn064/s320/Image%28308%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527183120185954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rachel and my bed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9O2KgCQzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x6weCY5Zox8/s1600-h/Image%28309%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9O2KgCQzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x6weCY5Zox8/s320/Image%28309%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527580367504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Our dressing mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9PK_5zX3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/rnUas9QsWzA/s1600-h/Image%28310%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9PK_5zX3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/rnUas9QsWzA/s320/Image%28310%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527938300043122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Our fabulous bathroom, complete with a spa :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9PmLm21ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ryw4UI-XsyE/s1600-h/Image%28313%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9PmLm21ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ryw4UI-XsyE/s320/Image%28313%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282528405298271634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Our dining room. Small, well because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; just four of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9QNISCihI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FnCzyVG5yGY/s1600-h/Image%28315%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9QNISCihI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FnCzyVG5yGY/s320/Image%28315%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282529074420550162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Our living room, complete with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; comfortable couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9QvpFW7JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aetk6idHtWk/s1600-h/Image%28314%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9QvpFW7JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aetk6idHtWk/s320/Image%28314%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282529667341282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Our maid/laundry room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We did took more pictures on that day though, but knowing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; too lazy to upload it. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; it for now. ;D&lt;/span&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/3609346104523755156-7468074288365892090?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7468074288365892090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7468074288365892090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7468074288365892090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7468074288365892090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/1ucurveikeaikano-shopping.html' title='1u,curve,ikea,ikano shopping'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SU9HX1MwWDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GXOdMSXsq2k/s72-c/Image%28286%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-3620277059727313334</id><published>2008-12-21T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:26:31.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 17/12/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It was suppose to be great day. Well, it started out well at first. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt; in the morning to jog. i manage 2 huge rounds. One all by myself (sad), and the other, with Adrian (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dontneedtorunalone&lt;/span&gt;). So after that, Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt;, Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt;, some other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; guy and i went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; to have our breakfast. Ian then join us at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; and we went to sea park pet shop. He wanted to get this two very adorable hamsters for someone. On the way back, this snatch thief took Adrian's shoe bag sped off. And the best part was, we were talking about it at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;. We called the police men and and they turn up few minutes later. The second they came, they turned into this junction that were not in. Ian had to run after them. They finally came and brought us the  police station. And it was so cool being in the police car. At one point, the police man on the siren to escape traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Malaysian policeman are very useless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3620277059727313334?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3620277059727313334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3620277059727313334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3620277059727313334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3620277059727313334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-17122008.html' title='Friday 17/12/2008'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2101853411692925623</id><published>2008-12-19T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:09:22.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I finally confessed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna see you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IMYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MWAKSS MWAKSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;IsABeL Is OnE oF ThE mOsT RaNdOM PerSON oN eARTh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sHE iS 1o0% cRAZy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wHAt dO YoU tHiNK hAPpENEd tO hER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WaIT.. I sHOuLD kNoW tHe ANswER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Am tHE oNE wRiTING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;liSTENING TO : TAYLOR SWIFT - LOVE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-1706072915055182773</id><published>2008-12-18T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:54:35.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjt2ojxaI/AAAAAAAACW0/LunvgfqilO8/s1600-h/IMG_6860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjt2ojxaI/AAAAAAAACW0/LunvgfqilO8/s400/IMG_6860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143152456222114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjtpJFUBI/AAAAAAAACWk/N4nXBTG4M80/s1600-h/IMG_6845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjtpJFUBI/AAAAAAAACWk/N4nXBTG4M80/s400/IMG_6845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143148834541586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjtunMknI/AAAAAAAACWs/Upfnbz8Dy3A/s1600-h/IMG_6832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjtunMknI/AAAAAAAACWs/Upfnbz8Dy3A/s400/IMG_6832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143150303023730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1706072915055182773?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1706072915055182773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1706072915055182773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1706072915055182773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1706072915055182773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehe-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/Seldw1_LN3I/AAAAAAAACl8/5pL36yJwgRs/S220/IMG_4782..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/SUpjt2ojxaI/AAAAAAAACW0/LunvgfqilO8/s72-c/IMG_6860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-1603891708709909976</id><published>2008-12-18T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:34:34.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaya one 16/12/08</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I really want to talk about my night out at Jaya one. It was suppose to be Sabrina's "Birthday." Wern told her mom that we are going out to celebrate Sabrina's birthday. So her mom actually went to the room just to wish her. LOL!! So before we went there, we were all dressed up with eye liners and took PICTURES!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpQH0fRp9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yjyMfFu890E/s1600-h/IMG_6714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpQH0fRp9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yjyMfFu890E/s320/IMG_6714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281121608324458450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpQtClH0MI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t2hAVSP-n5g/s320/IMG_6731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281122247762235586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And once we reached there, We took more pictures. We first went to...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpRZUkhi9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FCkzZffXN6E/s1600-h/IMG_6737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpRZUkhi9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FCkzZffXN6E/s320/IMG_6737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281123008505809874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had dinner there and this really annoying dude that likes me destroyed my dinner. I told him i have a girlfriend. So Sab tried convincing him that she was my girlfriend. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpSnYo0cxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_TsMxr1z6AM/s1600-h/IMG_6760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpSnYo0cxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_TsMxr1z6AM/s320/IMG_6760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281124349627364114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It worked in a way. But he wanted to smash her head if he ever gets knows who she is for talking rudely to him. We then took a picture of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpUp6m34tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ylm10eAElrw/s1600-h/IMG_6759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpUp6m34tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ylm10eAElrw/s320/IMG_6759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281126592129000146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annoying guy: What are you laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Sab: I'm laughing at how stupid you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finally finished our food and headed towards "STARBUCKS" because Sabrina wanted "MOCHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpV9CkhsQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/14y9FfeIxDg/s1600-h/IMG_6821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpV9CkhsQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/14y9FfeIxDg/s320/IMG_6821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281128020195782914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpWca218kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DLiWv7wNQ-w/s1600-h/IMG_6822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpWca218kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DLiWv7wNQ-w/s320/IMG_6822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281128559291003458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we went to starbucks, we cam whored.. at 7-11, christmas decorations and many more...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpXm6GO6iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jv6Kw64pCMs/s1600-h/IMG_6769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpXm6GO6iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jv6Kw64pCMs/s320/IMG_6769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129838987373090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpYLpX6ZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QDKGl7WWtN4/s1600-h/IMG_6774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpYLpX6ZrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QDKGl7WWtN4/s320/IMG_6774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281130470153283250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpZD4Q5hfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4X64Q5mjjus/s1600-h/IMG_6779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpZD4Q5hfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4X64Q5mjjus/s320/IMG_6779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281131436223071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpaBlnWeOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wDSOc-xFi_k/s1600-h/IMG_6781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpaBlnWeOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wDSOc-xFi_k/s320/IMG_6781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281132496368859362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpapporhBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bu80WGHtyA8/s1600-h/IMG_6789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpapporhBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bu80WGHtyA8/s320/IMG_6789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281133184642941970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpa32Ak3WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XtJuFUISe7w/s1600-h/IMG_6790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpa32Ak3WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XtJuFUISe7w/s320/IMG_6790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281133428482563426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpb8T6xLcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_LU9Qs9mJNg/s1600-h/IMG_6792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpb8T6xLcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_LU9Qs9mJNg/s320/IMG_6792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281134604742372802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpcZ0sRs0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JfECe3rspxI/s1600-h/IMG_6794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpcZ0sRs0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JfECe3rspxI/s320/IMG_6794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135111756165954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpcsMc9QqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k6xZOGRcfnY/s1600-h/IMG_6795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpcsMc9QqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k6xZOGRcfnY/s320/IMG_6795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135427372008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpdD0Ycv5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FC_u4Vqvgrk/s1600-h/IMG_6810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpdD0Ycv5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FC_u4Vqvgrk/s320/IMG_6810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281135833227509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpdkmJrZDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/J7cuuV-mjWg/s1600-h/IMG_6818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpdkmJrZDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/J7cuuV-mjWg/s320/IMG_6818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281136396343141426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took more pictures of that night. But i'm too lazy to upload them. Well at least you roughly know what we did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpZD4Q5hfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4X64Q5mjjus/s1600-h/IMG_6779.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1603891708709909976?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1603891708709909976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1603891708709909976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1603891708709909976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1603891708709909976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaya-one-161208.html' title='Jaya one 16/12/08'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SUpQH0fRp9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/yjyMfFu890E/s72-c/IMG_6714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-3686098820742259986</id><published>2008-12-17T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:24:38.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wanted to tell you something so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But i couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wanted to tell in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I had a second chance in the evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have the guts to tell you what I wanted to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's either I had too much distraction, or I think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I had everything in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i know what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I remember every word I wanted to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;just a short simple one sentence of confession,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and yet, I couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I"m not coming out tomorrow, so I just blew another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know you read this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I never thought you would, but you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Looks like whatever I'm trying to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you just have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And hopefully I do remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm really sure i would though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-3686098820742259986?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/3686098820742259986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=3686098820742259986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3686098820742259986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/3686098820742259986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-couldnt.html' title='I couldn&apos;t'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6468339538443119951</id><published>2008-12-15T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:22:28.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I finally got to know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The truth is good though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The truth came in a letter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And it was super sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know how much most girls would kill to get a letter like mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But they don't. Which makes me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm glad i met you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're not like those typical kind of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I like you just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm glad you came even when you have something else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm glad Someone pushed me to that side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I'm glad i fell asleep in that particular spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I felt comfortable when i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're the only reason why i feel different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're not the type of person i thought you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now the only thing I'm looking forward to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is to see you every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not gonna play you like what i did to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll just see where it takes us to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can't tell you this yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But in time i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6468339538443119951?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6468339538443119951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6468339538443119951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6468339538443119951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6468339538443119951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-4584263054989329845</id><published>2008-12-13T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:48:36.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Every day i see you, you seem like you're just a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;A friend.&lt;br /&gt;everyday the time spent with you feels like you're one of us.&lt;br /&gt;We all Blend in well.&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays things just gets different.&lt;br /&gt;Another day spent without you is just hard.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i feel now&lt;br /&gt;but everything just changed for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to accept what you're about to offer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person someone can hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that committed&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i can be really talkative, crazy and fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;but it's not suppose to attract anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And now..&lt;br /&gt;you're stuck in my head and that i can't.....&lt;br /&gt;can't........&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking about about you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-4584263054989329845?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/4584263054989329845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=4584263054989329845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4584263054989329845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/4584263054989329845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-you-think-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What do you think is wrong with me?'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6357792826031073757</id><published>2008-12-10T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:27:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my schooling days, my English teacher made us do this fun activity. She gave us a sentence, and we have to do the rest of the sentences. 1 person will write a sentence. Once they're done with it, they have to fold the paper. The next person will only get to read the last line that the first person wrote and continue the story. So as we were playing, It turned out to be a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Upon arriving an island, we straight away headed to the hotel which was located next to the beautiful beach.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; On the way there, we had played a singing game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We had a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;All o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;f  a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sudden,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;the hottest dude in town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sinclair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; came with a box of cockroaches that scared us to death&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. However, someone with  a stinky armpit killed the cockroaches.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;After that, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cockroaches came alive and started haunting that stinky armpit, and the armpit became a place for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cockroaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; to live.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We then saw pigs bouncing around the rooms..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;FAntasy suddenly became a reality, Tom cruise and Superman came to save our day! YEAH!! XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6357792826031073757?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6357792826031073757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6357792826031073757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6357792826031073757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6357792826031073757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-my-schooling-days-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-235045438448531081</id><published>2008-12-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:06:36.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4A2/5A2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I really miss the people in 4A2/5A2. They're like the best classmates I've ever had. I think we can be nominated as worst class in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Assunta&lt;/span&gt;. Firstly, Every single teacher walked out of our class. why? Cause they cant stand our noisiness. Few teachers cried, and the rest complained to the discipline teacher. Secondly,  my class have this little spot near the drain behind the art room, where we usually eat. We don't eat food such as buns and sandwiches. We eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt;, chicken rice, noodles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tosai&lt;/span&gt;? And the best part is, we never get caught. Thirdly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vandalism&lt;/span&gt;. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; out favourite part. We write our names everywhere with the dates on it. My school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;principle&lt;/span&gt; found our once though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is like a family to us. Whenever we do naughty things such as eat in class or blast the music from our phones really loud, and if the prefects gets in trouble for it, we cover up for them. Saying things such as they were not in class or something. We take full responsibility for the mistakes we do. Not only that, some of us even nearly got suspended for doing such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-235045438448531081?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/235045438448531081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=235045438448531081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/235045438448531081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/235045438448531081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/4a25a2.html' title='4A2/5A2'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6714915771610358396</id><published>2008-12-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:22:34.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O HAIL QUEEN ISABEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well at least some people agree :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6714915771610358396?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6714915771610358396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6714915771610358396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6714915771610358396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6714915771610358396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-hail-queen-isabel-well-at-least-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1964074376315732961</id><published>2008-12-06T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:07:51.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>I'm finally updating because someone asked me to update. So anyways, I manage to go out to four different malls this week.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunway Pyramid- Ai Wei, Michelle serious&lt;br /&gt;2. Mid valley- Ai Wei&lt;br /&gt;3. One utama- Adrian, Sabrina, Krish and Ram&lt;br /&gt;4. Curve- RACHAEL WATFORD JANSSEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1964074376315732961?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1964074376315732961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1964074376315732961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1964074376315732961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1964074376315732961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7594459730306246032</id><published>2008-12-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:57:07.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7594459730306246032?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7594459730306246032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7594459730306246032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7594459730306246032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7594459730306246032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/12/updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-682079321297609196</id><published>2008-11-30T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:52:51.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at Wern's house!!!!!!!!!!!!! With Wendy&lt;br /&gt;And chatting with Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;the fun time is over&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-682079321297609196?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/682079321297609196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=682079321297609196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/682079321297609196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/682079321297609196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-at-werns-house-with-wendy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2990903526747558691</id><published>2008-11-28T21:16:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:19:07.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at Wendy's place!!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna enjoy my self with sab, Wendy and Wern at Pyramid later!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoooo!!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2990903526747558691?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2990903526747558691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2990903526747558691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2990903526747558691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2990903526747558691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-at-wendys-place-and-im-gonna-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7838235560325269935</id><published>2008-11-27T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:32:54.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Russel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SS6cv2SFJOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K3iV-fGstxQ/s1600-h/P1090861+copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SS6cv2SFJOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K3iV-fGstxQ/s320/P1090861+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324559536563426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Daniel and Abigail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's funny i don't have a proper picture of him.Well anyways it's his birthday today!! He's finally 19. You're finally old Daniel! Anyways word of advice, don't keep long hair. Your hair is longer than Abigail's. I don't think anyone can tell which is the boy and which is the girl.Anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Why is it that i don't have a picture of us? Don't worry big brother, I'll upload one tomorrow. When we were kids of course. Anyways study hard at MMU!! Hehe. ever thought i'd say this but ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3609346104523755156-7838235560325269935?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7838235560325269935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7838235560325269935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7838235560325269935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7838235560325269935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/daniel-russel.html' title='Daniel Russel'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SS6cv2SFJOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K3iV-fGstxQ/s72-c/P1090861+copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-7001280003108170665</id><published>2008-11-27T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:37:45.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isabel Russel is in pain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7001280003108170665?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7001280003108170665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7001280003108170665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7001280003108170665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7001280003108170665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/isabel-russel-is-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5404030050765524318</id><published>2008-11-25T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:02:29.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What the hell is your problem? What happen to us ended on the last day of tuition. It's not my fault you ignored me 100%. I did things i know I'm not suppose to do, you gave me something that cannot be removed for a week, and yet the next time we meet, you ignored me like i don't exist? Honestly, What is your problem? You're such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt; and you should know that.I can't help to think that you actually have the guts to ask me whether i want to do what we did again. If i were to do that over and over again, It'll be an addiction. what we did was really stupid and i really wished you would just drop it. Fine I'll admit, i liked the feeling at that time. But when it's over, the guilt in me was taking control that i couldn't do anything right. I had the thirst for it and it was hard. I just wished i could do that again, but i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5404030050765524318?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5404030050765524318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5404030050765524318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5404030050765524318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5404030050765524318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/wth.html' title='Wth?'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-5405796257888105146</id><published>2008-11-24T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:02:23.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAMOUS &lt;strong&gt;AMOS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You know I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;wendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5405796257888105146?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5405796257888105146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5405796257888105146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5405796257888105146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5405796257888105146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/famous-amos-d-you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLsF4r1GLJ4/Seldw1_LN3I/AAAAAAAACl8/5pL36yJwgRs/S220/IMG_4782..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-6779447249359908866</id><published>2008-11-24T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:05:23.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Bellio. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6779447249359908866?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6779447249359908866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6779447249359908866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6779447249359908866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6779447249359908866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-bellio.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04512704354334042219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ObW3_RVa0uI/SeXsdvQdlMI/AAAAAAAAG2w/0-gmBUyTRx4/S220/DSCN2826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-6794979382086653888</id><published>2008-11-20T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:54:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SSVxcaov6qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xkBr9hOR_3M/s1600-h/DSCN3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SSVxcaov6qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xkBr9hOR_3M/s320/DSCN3700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270743671907543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the craps we always do together? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well i do. We had our good times and bad times. But no matter what, we somehow overcome it. Through hard times, sad times, bad times and all the fights we've been through, were still as close as peanut butter and jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wendy, I've known you longer than anyone in this neighborhood. Although you're two years younger than me, we're still like super duper close. You're like my running buddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; when i cry, you're the one who was there to lighten my day.  I'm glad i made you crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sabrina, you're like my short super duper cute loud crazy friend. Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; together, go lunch together, we've been everywhere together. And i will never forget the traumaticness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in your house when your mom comes home and i had to stay in your cupboard for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Krish, I've never seen anyone so perky and always smilling like me. Although you can be very paranoid at time, but it doesn't matter to me. i'll scream with you in a park, go all the way to your house just to cook you an egg. You're like super whacky all time. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Poly, I still prefer calling you Wern because i'm already used to calling you that. You're like the first reason why i started dancing in the first place. Without you, i'll never be that super perky cheerleader that i am today. I like your dying laugh. you know.....=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY!!!! Me like being whacky with you guys!!!&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/3609346104523755156-6794979382086653888?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6794979382086653888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6794979382086653888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6794979382086653888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6794979382086653888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SSVxcaov6qI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xkBr9hOR_3M/s72-c/DSCN3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-5862351222143837217</id><published>2008-11-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:59:07.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I kinda got this from someone, and it somehow relates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's surprising how you managed to sweep me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Unlike some other guys who I'd call them hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's funny how you somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Manage to make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The way you got me the way you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Always feeling weak and flattered whenever you're around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The way you make me so special inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You keep me wanting for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Just by that smile and attitude of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Every smile of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Sweeps me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's such an incredible feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;That I'd find in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I choose to believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I choose to have faith and trust in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;So far in distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;But so near in heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The way you got me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's so funny that your name just slips out of my mouth all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Without realising it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How you got me thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Day &amp;amp; night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Never fail to put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Make me smile at my sweetest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;You're too special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp; I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Whether my decisions are right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wished you knew that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-5862351222143837217?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/5862351222143837217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=5862351222143837217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5862351222143837217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/5862351222143837217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/someoneh.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-6667980391223430116</id><published>2008-11-11T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:35:49.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spm day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know I'm suppose to be studying, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; still blog anyways. Today i had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; paper1 and 2 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; paper1. Exams are like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. So anyways, Whatever i predict for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; did come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. that is so cool. So now, instead of me getting worried of passing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; aiming for a credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; is kinda hard. I mean for an objective paper? like come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. Its not like the whole world is interested in that subject. Anyways i've got to like study for Sejarah paper 2 like mad. Although i know i might flunk that paper, but no harm studying right? its better to know something than to not know anything. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-6667980391223430116?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/6667980391223430116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=6667980391223430116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6667980391223430116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/6667980391223430116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-day-1.html' title='Spm day 1'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-899736187890823520</id><published>2008-10-31T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:37:26.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My day was not what i expected. Getting your hopes high is something everyone should not do. Don't get so excited cause you'll end up being disappointed. Went to school talked, joked and studied. Met Sab at the lrt station. Left to Bangsar, tried to go for this thing but it didn't work out. I know when I'm not wanted. Went home dead tired. Had cell at night. The person that i was so looking foward to see wasn't there. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-899736187890823520?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/899736187890823520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=899736187890823520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/899736187890823520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/899736187890823520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1808657133195181032</id><published>2008-10-23T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:31:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think most guys are jerks. It's so rare to find guys you really can depend on. Some guys think they can just use you, and just dump you in the end. Well I think I've learned my lesson. There's just so many things in the world that we need to learn.We should not take advantage of life. Learn from the mistakes we do. Not repeat it again. Anyone agrees?? I've seen people being used by their so called best friends or boyfriends or girlfriends. Don't be too desperate just because you want it so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1808657133195181032?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1808657133195181032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1808657133195181032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1808657133195181032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1808657133195181032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-most-guys-are-jerks.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1781553687966741422</id><published>2008-10-23T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T04:32:47.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krish's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SQBbKr_nLuI/AAAAAAAAADk/_qf10i_pQU4/s1600-h/2911+%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SQBbKr_nLuI/AAAAAAAAADk/_qf10i_pQU4/s320/2911+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260304603935092450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krish Birthday was interesting. As in starting from where i saw her. She called me and asked me whether i wanted to go Taman Aman. So i went. Took a one round run and met Wendy and Krish. Camwhored at Taman Aman for a while, then went for a walk. Later, we i decided to randomly play on the slide and thats what i did. I banged my head on the slide and got up so confidently. I walked for about two steps and i slipped and fell. My leg bleed and i started limping. Later that day, i realized something. Wendy, Krish and I had leg injurie and William thinks he's next. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1781553687966741422?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1781553687966741422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1781553687966741422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1781553687966741422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1781553687966741422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/krishs-birthday.html' title='Krish&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SQBbKr_nLuI/AAAAAAAAADk/_qf10i_pQU4/s72-c/2911+%2823%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-8380028133360429191</id><published>2008-10-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:45:27.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Informasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBIhAb0SyI/AAAAAAAAADc/yimSh1tNTeg/s1600-h/P1100526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBIhAb0SyI/AAAAAAAAADc/yimSh1tNTeg/s320/P1100526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255780497030925090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBIclq7paI/AAAAAAAAADU/1e3jgUtKav4/s1600-h/P1100525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBIclq7paI/AAAAAAAAADU/1e3jgUtKav4/s320/P1100525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255780421127087522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanna, Tracy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBGYwyIISI/AAAAAAAAADM/3yxTi5JzUgA/s1600-h/P1100506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBGYwyIISI/AAAAAAAAADM/3yxTi5JzUgA/s320/P1100506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255778156367323426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worst bus service in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBFQW18x7I/AAAAAAAAADE/mpivQleuewE/s1600-h/P1100495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBFQW18x7I/AAAAAAAAADE/mpivQleuewE/s320/P1100495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255776912453453746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBEeU19JkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OCUhSN0rOXQ/s1600-h/P1100494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBEeU19JkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OCUhSN0rOXQ/s320/P1100494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255776052923147842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evanna camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBDFs08MaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yFL1mhf5oVs/s1600-h/P1100486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBDFs08MaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yFL1mhf5oVs/s320/P1100486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255774530352984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBCM5VH3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVnXmynA0R4/s1600-h/P1100482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBCM5VH3BI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVnXmynA0R4/s320/P1100482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773554456648722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was actually pissed of at my teacher for not letting me go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBBgwlY8hI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gjd1peq9tyE/s1600-h/P1100481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBBgwlY8hI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gjd1peq9tyE/s320/P1100481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772796194714130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA_LcBgDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/lKMrlFF6qcg/s1600-h/P1100478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA_LcBgDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/lKMrlFF6qcg/s320/P1100478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255770230874967794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneaking out of Komplex Sukan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA68ZSzjvI/AAAAAAAAACU/En6ek332Xt0/s1600-h/P1100477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA68ZSzjvI/AAAAAAAAACU/En6ek332Xt0/s320/P1100477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255765574397693682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sab and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA5PYmEX2I/AAAAAAAAACM/YdV1WVdyDLM/s1600-h/P1100474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA5PYmEX2I/AAAAAAAAACM/YdV1WVdyDLM/s320/P1100474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255763701604310882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA4PUVxQ0I/AAAAAAAAACE/lJsqkTQQzmU/s1600-h/P1100473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA4PUVxQ0I/AAAAAAAAACE/lJsqkTQQzmU/s320/P1100473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255762600950580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blurrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA3jBtj_1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2g1KOgjR2ls/s1600-h/P1100470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA3jBtj_1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2g1KOgjR2ls/s320/P1100470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255761840035856210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ezza, Rabia, Evanna and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA26rBXPdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gA9DQyAuB-0/s1600-h/P1100469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA26rBXPdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gA9DQyAuB-0/s320/P1100469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255761146750123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ShaSha, Cik Nadia, Evanna, Ninette and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA0D35U3XI/AAAAAAAAABs/XpXdOiwHmYA/s1600-h/P1100449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPA0D35U3XI/AAAAAAAAABs/XpXdOiwHmYA/s320/P1100449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255758006290013554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evanna, Ninette and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPAzlJpdlTI/AAAAAAAAABk/BmfebDETIvk/s1600-h/P1100445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPAzlJpdlTI/AAAAAAAAABk/BmfebDETIvk/s320/P1100445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255757478479369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misha choo and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3609346104523755156-8380028133360429191?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8380028133360429191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8380028133360429191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8380028133360429191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8380028133360429191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-informasi.html' title='Hari Informasi'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SPBIhAb0SyI/AAAAAAAAADc/yimSh1tNTeg/s72-c/P1100526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-894691356202634571</id><published>2008-10-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:09:24.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i go out a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have like about a month more to Spm and i'm going out too much. Anyways, lets start with Tuesday. Went to Ian's house. Had lunch there with Kim and Ian.(Ian's mom  by the way cooks yummy spaghetti)Then Studied with Ian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday, I went to amour at ss2 with Sabrina and Abby drove. Bought this pretty tube top and camwhored.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8YX97PN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/nhvvL8wHOiM/s1600-h/P1100424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8YX97PN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/nhvvL8wHOiM/s320/P1100424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255446090203740082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of us in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8Y6xauEnI/AAAAAAAAABc/Bk_mOTVTBlQ/s1600-h/P1100426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8Y6xauEnI/AAAAAAAAABc/Bk_mOTVTBlQ/s320/P1100426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255446688141546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8XT7kNxmI/AAAAAAAAABM/-2cAWWh10Ig/s1600-h/P1100423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8XT7kNxmI/AAAAAAAAABM/-2cAWWh10Ig/s320/P1100423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255444921339201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty and the geek(sab is so gonna kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-894691356202634571?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/894691356202634571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=894691356202634571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/894691356202634571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/894691356202634571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-go-out-lot.html' title='I think i go out a lot'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIsC-lciTyk/SO8YX97PN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/nhvvL8wHOiM/s72-c/P1100424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609346104523755156.post-1491436084208530146</id><published>2008-10-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:59:13.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I knew you when I was young. We practically grew up together. We used to do really whacky stuff and you've got to admit it was fun. And we grew up to be someone. Whether were a cheerleader or a runner it doesn't matter. Some of us may have change. But it does not matter cause we know no matter what happens we still have each other. But now that you have overly change I feel like I don't know you anymore. How can someone know so much about me and I don't know anything about them. The only reason I can put up with you is because I'm really patient. I've never fought with any of you before. All I have been doing all this while was just to fix things like friendships between you and them that you keep on tearing apart. You know there's an a really common saying where you 'LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKE.' Looks like thats really hard for you. When are you gonna stop doing things that is wrong. Saying is so much different than doing. Try getting that into that thick skul of yours. There's so much in this world that we can learn. Try listening to the little voice inside you. Even if you see something could work out, try thinking again. I'm sick of telling you everything. I know you'll have a great life after this. That is if you don't ruin it like you always do. Now there's a wall between you and US. Think of what you're doing. I like the childish me. If you think i'm overly childish try looking at yourself. I think what you're doing is childish. Stop using people. You're the worst liar in the world and you just don't know that because we don't make things obvious. I really can't trust you anymore. How can someone trust you when we know you're gonna do the same thing again? You just lost all OUR trust. You want that trust back? Earn it. Don't just sit there and do nothing. Just imagine someone like me cannot put up with you anymore. I wonder who else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can't be the bad person unless you make yourself like that*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-1491436084208530146?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1491436084208530146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1491436084208530146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1491436084208530146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1491436084208530146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-769988031430203989</id><published>2008-10-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:25:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I don't blog that often because i don't really have the to go online. Right now I'm gonna update you people before getting to the point on what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30September2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday. The second the clock strikes 12am, I was already asleep, and I've been getting a lot of birthday messages. Some called, but they end up messaging me again cause they said i started talking rubbish over the phone. I couldn't really sleep that night but at the same time i was glad that people actually remembered when i was born. In the morning we ( Poly, Sabrina, and Wendy) were suppose to go for breakfast at 8.45. In the morning i woke up at 8am, took a bath and washed my hair. So halfway while i was brushing my teeth, Sabrina called and told me she decided to go for breakfast earlier. It took me some time before i went out. when i went out of the house, i couldn't stop talking and behind my neighbors cars a group of kids jumped out yelling "SURPRISE!!" i actually got surprised okay.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, i went to pyramid with my friends and had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post my pd trip picture later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-769988031430203989?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/769988031430203989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=769988031430203989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/769988031430203989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/769988031430203989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7964030761332733730</id><published>2008-09-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:22:59.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my last post till I'm done with my trials. I feel so stressed out. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;05/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Kesusasteraan Inggeris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Moral&lt;br /&gt;Ekonomi Asas 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Seni 1&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Seni 2&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Ekonomi Asas 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Sains 1&lt;br /&gt;Sains 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/09/2008&lt;br /&gt;Matematik 1&lt;br /&gt;Matematik 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well basically thats my timetable for trials. See you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7964030761332733730?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7964030761332733730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7964030761332733730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7964030761332733730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7964030761332733730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-post.html' title='Last post'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7082559659451371524</id><published>2008-08-31T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:20:35.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Guess What? My Mummy just discovered MSN. The second she saw someone online, she immediately chat with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so DEAD now.  How can you people study? Studying can be easy. At times. But if you've got too many distraction, god help you. I'm going to do a presentation on "PELACUR" for BM tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mr. hott guy. He used to have a crush on me. Not anymore i guess. I've been chatting with him since last week on Saturday. A day without chatting with him is like a day without food. I'm not Falling for him. I hope. I never did. And i hope not now either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS LIM TAO SUAN, RACHAEL WATFORD JANSSEN, CHONG YING WEI!!&lt;br /&gt; Those were the people who i loved and left. Wish they were back here. It's just sad to cry over and over again just because all your closest ones are leaving you. Soon after form5 everyone will be going their own way. I'm gonna lose every one of them. Every day in High School will be the last for me. I'm glad i did not waste my time in high school doing nothing when i know i could have done something. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-7082559659451371524?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7082559659451371524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7082559659451371524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7082559659451371524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7082559659451371524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/08/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7088794371590659133</id><published>2008-08-31T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:17:02.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!!</title><content type='html'>I really need to blog more often. So anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA. It's history time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAGASAN MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cadangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; pembentukan Malaysia pertama kali dikemukakan oleh Lord Brassey, Pengarah Syarikat Berpiagam Borneo Utara untuk menggabungkan negeri-negeri  Selat dengan Sarawak dan sabah. Sir Malcolm Macdonals mencadangkan agar Tanah Melayu disatukan dengan Sarawak, Sabah, Singapura dan Brunei. Pemimpin Singapura seperti Lim Yew Hock dan David Marshall juga membuat cadangan yang sama. Dato onn bin Jafaar mencadangkan nama Malaysia untuk Tanah Melayu yang merdeka kerana percaya di masa depan British akan menyatukan tanah Melayu, Singapura, Sabah, Sarawak dan Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wanna know more? Go look through a form 5 text book. haha. Chapter 6- GAGASAN MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-7088794371590659133?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7088794371590659133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7088794371590659133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7088794371590659133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7088794371590659133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7883116720453309609</id><published>2008-08-06T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:54:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well here I am again. Whats the point of blogging when sometimes I'm just too lazy to blog? Well I'm finally blogging again. I'm sure some of you don't bother visiting my blog now because I don't update. I practically update my blog once in a blue moon when I have the mood to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So I met this Guy. His name is DK. He's good looking. He's chinese mix chinese. He can come up with the most stupid thing on earth. An example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;1. My father's father, which is my grandfather is chinese and my father's mother, which is my grandmother is a chinese. That shows that my father is chinese. My mothers mother, which is my grandmother is a chinese and my mothers father, which is my grandfather is chinese. That shows that my mother is chinese.&lt;br /&gt;2. DK: If you were to ask a girl for her number, do you ask her for her name first or number first?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Ask her for her name first than her number.&lt;br /&gt;    DK: Isabel, what your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I mean like isn't that dumb? but the dumbness is the one that got me attracted to him. Like Omg. It was his birthday yesterday. It was so confusing. But at least i now know when he's born. After so long, he finally asked me for my number yesterday and he actually messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well. The thing that i should do now is not get my hopes too high for it will be really heart-broken again. Some guys just like getting your hopes super high that sometimes it looks as if it's possible then just tear it down just like that.&lt;br /&gt;*I so got over you. You're not everything just a pet bro to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-7883116720453309609?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7883116720453309609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7883116720453309609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7883116720453309609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7883116720453309609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored.html' title='Bored!!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7961591489794067606</id><published>2008-07-22T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:36:57.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I haven't updated my blog in a super long time. Haha. I'm basically doing it once in a blue moon. I'm at Sabrina's house now. According to her, i always blog in someone's house. Well my internet is very slow. what to do? So anyways, i shall update for those who reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28th june 2008&lt;br /&gt; Smk Assunta, Sri Aman and Bukit Bintang's school carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12th and 13th june 2008&lt;br /&gt;CHEER 2008!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This year is like the best cheer year of my life. Thunderz rocks! During semi finals, we did like our best but we didn't get top 15 but instead we were so close. We got like number 18. I mean like damn close right. For a team that does a really last minute job. Day before cheer day, one of my teams base, Melissa tore her ligament. I mean like wth right. We had to change the whole thing and therefore train one of our reserve. Thank god she was sort of a fast learner, a good base and thank god she knows how to do a cartwheels. We added more stunts and practiced at night outside Carrie's house, in the middle of the road. We slept like damn late. It was fun though. On the second day, we performed so much better than the first day, but unfortunately we lost to a gay team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, i lazy type and eloborate. haha. Till then. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-7961591489794067606?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7961591489794067606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7961591489794067606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7961591489794067606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7961591489794067606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-havent-updated-my-blog-in-super-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-888063665220787231</id><published>2008-06-27T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:48:56.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hheheheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for a very long time. Haha. So time to update a lot. Firstly on Monday, 23rd June, this junior in my  school,  form 3 , has no respect for seniors. She went and whacked my hand so hard that it turned blue. It actually turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Before that, on Sunday, 22nd June, i went to sepang for this Gt thing. Is's quite fun in a way. Phoenix and Thunderz didn't really suck, but the crowd did. We did a three story formation, all  the crowd said was oooo.  Damn annoying. My supposedly two manager, did not do what they were suppose to do, so the event coordinator did not pay her the amount she was suppose to be paid. So one of my manager went to the coordinator and started yelling at her. That was super scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So anyways, I'm at Richards house with Sabrina, and she's kinda rushing me. So until then.. Muahahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-888063665220787231?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/888063665220787231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=888063665220787231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/888063665220787231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/888063665220787231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/06/hheheheh.html' title='Hheheheh'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-7101305635569897970</id><published>2008-06-06T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:06:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn tiring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today was a super tiring day. It was also my first day home alone. Well sort of. With my two brothers which is not at home so often. I started my day with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheer practice&lt;/span&gt;. Richard tried to prank call me, but it didn't work. hahah.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In your face Richard&lt;/span&gt;. So anyways, Carrie and Pearly kinda tortured us with loads of toe touches. The worst part was when Nik Izlina came. I know her dance steps are usually amazing, but sometimes it's very painful. She tortured us by doing scorpions over and over again. Damn painful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Moving on. After cheer practice i went to Sabrina's house to.... I always go there lar. Its meant to be. Hahah. So anyways, we went there to eat. Apparently Richard and Wendy was already there. So i went to Sabrina's house with Wern and QM met all of us there. Before he came, Richard prank called him, and it didn't work. So&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lame!!&lt;/span&gt; We ate fried chicken that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wasn't even cooked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, Sorry. Don't blame you guys. At least it tasted good before we microwaved it. =D Wern and Qm went back, Wendy busy doing her Kajian Geografi Tempatan (KGT), and Sabrina and Richard was busy guessing songs. Since i was bored and tied, i went and sleep. Richard however, thought my butt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[which happens to be very cute]&lt;/span&gt; was comfy and took a pillow, put it on my butt and laid down on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In the evening, we went jogging. Richard played basketball and someone scratched him on him face, near the eye.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ouch!!] &lt;/span&gt;I love bart!! He make all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lame jokes&lt;/span&gt;, that can actually make you laugh. He talked crap lar. He likes talking crap about Thiv.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHHHH AMMMM GEEE!!! &lt;/span&gt;I just found out that Brandon is going for summer splash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-7101305635569897970?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/7101305635569897970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=7101305635569897970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7101305635569897970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/7101305635569897970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-tiring.html' title='Damn tiring!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-8320537014724924572</id><published>2008-06-01T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:14:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GONNA GO FAT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Went out for dinner today. Ate so damn much. I had like three tires on my stomach, i had to suck up.  It's like a never ending  of eating. Can't even describe. I ate like seven or more dishes at oriental Pavilion in Jaya33. I'm so bloated. You know whats the best part? When i went back home, I ate fruits and drank this ginger beer thing(imported from god knows where) then i ate potato chips. Like oh am gee right? A small girl like me can eat that much? Haha. Does that just sound like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways. I miss someone. The way we used to talk on phone for hours, message for like 24 hours. I shouldn't have let you go. But you had to leave. I regret  everything that had happen.  I should have spent  most of my time with you.  I always think of myself more than you.  Ditch you for my friends, ditch you for cheer and all just because i was too busy.  How can i replace someone like you with someone else? They wont be like you. But when i finally found someone that actually know me and liked me, i had to waste that one and only chance on someone who is not worth it just because i fell in love with him during msss. The people i really love and care about always leave me. It's not fair at all cause i always end up in tears. And now the person i have a crush on will never like me the way i do to him. Perhaps in the future i will find someone. Just not yet. If i had the chance to turn the clock back to the past, i would never fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thats so random of me. Who reads this blog anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-8320537014724924572?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/8320537014724924572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=8320537014724924572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8320537014724924572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/8320537014724924572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gonna-go-fat.html' title='I&apos;M GONNA GO FAT!!'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-2573099779334981540</id><published>2008-05-29T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:55:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today i woke up damn late. Normally i wake up around 8 something because i go mamak with Sabrina, Wendy or Wern. But today, they all have something to do.  Wendy went to University Hospital to accompany her grandmother, Sabrina went to cut her hair, and Wern went out. Since my bestie neighbors weren't at home, i had nothing to do, i woke up at 2pm. Very bored day. Went to mamak to buy myself lunch, came home took the clothes in cause it was going to rain, then mopped the floor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I went to tuition at 4. Ai Wei picked me up. We went to tuition quite early. blah blah blah...... came home, then my parents said they saw Raphael. that happens to be Rachael's brother. i wander if Rachael is here. She said she's going to come back from Ipoh. I'm so anxious. I shall go call her until i get her. I MISS RACHAEL!!. To prove it to you i wrote an English essay during exam and started crying. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. BORED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609346104523755156-2573099779334981540?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/2573099779334981540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=2573099779334981540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2573099779334981540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/2573099779334981540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-woke-up-damn-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</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-3609346104523755156.post-1240079582870948768</id><published>2008-05-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:42:43.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i come in peace'/><title type='text'>My blog once and for all</title><content type='html'>i finally created a blog once and for all. I hope it last though. I normally create a blog, then forget the password or create a blog then totally ignore it. So anyways, this blog better last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i went to seksyen14 with Sabrina and Wendy today. Went over to Sabrina's house and met Wendy there at 9am sharp. We were suppose to go there for breakfast before Sabrina goes to tuition. We were kinda high before going there and continued being high when we reached there. The first place we went was Mcd since Sab wanted to go eat there. Sabrina and I ate Big breakfast which didn't taste so good. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When Sabrina went for tuition, she called me and ask me to run down stairs as fast as possible. I thought it was urgent at first. When i went downstairs, I looked at her and she smiled at me. I looked on my right and started stoning. It was Lee. I said hi and went out to Sabrina and whacked her head. haha. She chased me for that and Lee stared. haha. i ditched Wendy for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;While i was at mcd, i realized that majority mcd upstairs was filled with BB students.  After that went to Digital Mall to look for thumb drive with W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;endy. We went round and round waiting for Sabrina. We went to Kings confectionery and when we were walking out to Sabrina's tuition we saw a blind man trying to cross the road, so we helped him get to his destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;After Sek14, we went back home, had lunch then Wendy and I went to Sabrina's house to watch movies that she bought. At first we watched this show called Jane Austen Book Club. It damn nice. Right after that, we watched a horror movie called the orphanage. It was damn scary. Wendy, as usual scared  of  horror movies hugged me a lot. Before the movie even started, she was damn scared. haha. You should have seen the look on her face. I bet she wished someone was there.haha. when it was nearly 5 like that, Sabrina's mom suddenly came home and Wendy and i quickly ran to the back of the house. Wendy and i was damn scared. I kena so many times already. Well this wasn't the worst of all lar. The worst one was when i had to stay in Sabrina's cupboard for so damn long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In the evening i went out to play basketball. So long never play until i can't even shoot in. my skills are gone. Need to start practicing again. Besides, it's where i got my Running stamina from. Anyways, Bart crapped a lot as usual. Thats about it. My day was so long right?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3609346104523755156-1240079582870948768?l=loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/feeds/1240079582870948768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609346104523755156&amp;postID=1240079582870948768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1240079582870948768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609346104523755156/posts/default/1240079582870948768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudcrazychildishme.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-blog-once-and-for-all.html' title='My blog once and for all'/><author><name>Isabel Russel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03659552377240931479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
