<?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-3442165719070915896</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:56.568-08:00</updated><category term='dim sum'/><category term='material girls'/><category term='movie'/><category term='more movies'/><category term='mud'/><category term='slippers'/><category term='precious pants'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='books'/><category term='ewwie leech'/><category term='music music lala whee'/><category term='durians'/><category term='the sims'/><category term='school'/><category term='fear'/><category term='guns'/><category term='swimming gala'/><category term='forest thingy'/><category term='middle finger'/><title type='text'>♥ the life and times of jane lee.</title><subtitle type='html'>boom shakalaka</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8077872197416881701</id><published>2009-10-25T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:16:14.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.deleeberation.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which is kinda still under construction, but that's okay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But feel free to look at my old posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for your cooperation! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3442165719070915896-8077872197416881701?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8077872197416881701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8077872197416881701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8077872197416881701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8077872197416881701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/10/relink.html' title='Relink!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2718393151272679917</id><published>2009-10-02T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T04:22:33.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am actually quite excited that New Moon is coming out.</title><content type='html'>Why is this weird, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because, I never liked the Twilight saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I excited?&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner.&lt;br /&gt;And almost every other guy (other than Robert Pattinson because I don't like him hurr hurr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner gained 30 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;b&gt;muscle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, old news, but OMG MOUTH FOAM OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;The arms. The legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;abs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he's tanned.&lt;br /&gt;But why must he touch Kristen Stewart?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAUGH NO PLEASE. GET HER AWAY FROM TAYLOR.&lt;br /&gt;It's so ew. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO POST ABOUT FOR TODAY OMG I AM SO FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2718393151272679917?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2718393151272679917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2718393151272679917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2718393151272679917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2718393151272679917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-actually-quite-excited-that-new.html' title='I am actually quite excited that New Moon is coming out.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8808856899644688408</id><published>2009-09-26T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:25:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.</title><content type='html'>I haven't touched my blog in.. quite forever.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy. Hmph. Whenever I finally get something to blog in my head, I'd forget it, then I don't blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very ridiculous right.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't even think that people even &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt; my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;So, updates:&lt;br /&gt;This week, Raya holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, had toes painted @ Missy Nail 2, 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;Dark purple, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 1U again. My mom brought me to buy a dress for my aunt's wedding, then went for drums class for a whole hour. Holy shit. Drumming for an hour (for me) kinda makes my brain space out. Too many beats ohshitfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday, 1U, again. I forgot what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to 1U 3 days straight. Great. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that many people are too lazy to blog nowadays. Holidays? Busy? Lazy?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been plurking often. So, updates there lah pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go be lazy and watch TV now. Buuuuhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8808856899644688408?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8808856899644688408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8808856899644688408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8808856899644688408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8808856899644688408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3085209370598410497</id><published>2009-09-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:07:06.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to the H to the K on the 19th. ;)&lt;br /&gt;With my cousin, Abilene. Because we've brought her siblings, Anthony and Anne outstation before, and now it's her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna meet Vivian there too. So yeah, cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna buy shit tons of stuff, because I need shit tons of stuff. What a good reason right? Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school's been fine; there had been a load of drama lately.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say what, because that's p&amp;amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a nerd lately too, I finish my homework on the day I get it. Even if it's due like, what. A week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mr. G is now teaching us Geo &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; History now. What the. Even if he's good looking and all, we still get to see him once a week. I want Mr. Robinson to teach us either Geo or History. Because he's funny. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eh. There's so many people around my house now, doing construction thingies. So noisy.&lt;br /&gt;So, eh. Eh. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3085209370598410497?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3085209370598410497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3085209370598410497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3085209370598410497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3085209370598410497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/09/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3468730987920949135</id><published>2009-09-04T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:29:42.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.. hotpants.</title><content type='html'>Or Mr. Hot Dude With A Fohawk. Whatever suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Mr. G.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his full name.&lt;br /&gt;But it sounds like something from Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teaches us History.&lt;br /&gt;And he's apparently quite strict in class. He gave us homework on the first day of History. :(&lt;br /&gt;But he seems like a nice dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smells like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg punch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously he's pretty hot though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3468730987920949135?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3468730987920949135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3468730987920949135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3468730987920949135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3468730987920949135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-hotpants.html' title='Mr.. hotpants.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1372631618483315756</id><published>2009-09-03T02:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:05:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildfire.</title><content type='html'>School has begun, um, 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's odd, how I like going to school nowadays. I never liked school when I was in KDU.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it's more.. fun. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a really hot teacher that teaches History. He's like, angmoh. And he has a badass fohawk.&lt;br /&gt;But when we saw that he had a ring on his left ring finger, we were extremely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's so damn hot, okay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole bunch of new teachers (*cough* including the hot one) and also a whole bunch of students.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had grown so so much. Like all the boys are taller than us now.&lt;br /&gt;Only a few, which haven't reached that point of puberty yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Lim Yi Ni from KDU is here.&lt;br /&gt;In my class. Which is.. creepy.&lt;br /&gt;She still looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not so sure about their names and all yet. It's just the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;And we're having dancing for PE tomorrow. What the hell. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our classes are separated into 4 groups. 9A, 9B, 9C, 9D. I'm in 9B, with Sabrina &amp; Ji Young and many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groups are for different stuff lah, like 9A goes for DT, 9B goes for Art, 9C and 9D goes for PE.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have two timetables. Which would be pretty confusing, because there's a week one and week two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to post out my teacher's names and stuff. Because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;What a good excuse, right? I've been so like, lazy. I'm a fat lazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oup, gonna have singing class soon.&lt;br /&gt;So. Bye. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1372631618483315756?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1372631618483315756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1372631618483315756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1372631618483315756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1372631618483315756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/09/wildfire.html' title='Wildfire.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8936424572731464384</id><published>2009-09-01T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:21:56.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the D&amp;T lab right now.</title><content type='html'>It's supposedly assembly now, and we don't have assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the DT lab is our class. We don't use the one upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about, so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8936424572731464384?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8936424572731464384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8936424572731464384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8936424572731464384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8936424572731464384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-d-lab-right-now.html' title='In the D&amp;T lab right now.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3272453362212377470</id><published>2009-08-29T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:47:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Hatyai!</title><content type='html'>After the 10+ hour bus ride, my ass hurts, my back hurts, my head hurts, my eyes dry, my face oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here in the hotel, apparently the best hotel in Hatyai - Novotel. It's not so.. high classed, but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Better than some shabby old hotel where old drunk people would come knocking at your door in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went shopping in Central.&lt;br /&gt;Which is just beside our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Before shopping, we went to eat the famous Samurai burger, aka pork burger.&lt;br /&gt;So delicious; can't get it in Malaysia, because it's halal (or non-halal? I never notice these things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the supermarket below Central to get Thailand's special stuff, like toothbrushes and toothpaste. :D&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound ridiculous, but the toothpaste here is really.. pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got the.. face blotter? I don't know what's it's called, but it's like a sheet and you blot it on your face to get the excess oil out.&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of more stuff. My mom just dumped pretty much everything into the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went up to see baju baju. There's this shop, DeFry 01, which isn't that bad. More for youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a shirt there, and bought another shirt at another shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going to go clubbing later with a few other geezers.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;In the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go pester my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to eat japanese buffet later. Not sure whether it'll be good or not, but there are many varieties.&lt;br /&gt;So.. sui bian lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And internet in this hotel costs 500 baht for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;500 baht = 50 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go now. Eat dinner. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3272453362212377470?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3272453362212377470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3272453362212377470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3272453362212377470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3272453362212377470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-from-hatyai.html' title='Hello from Hatyai!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3151728243278984596</id><published>2009-08-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:53:22.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days.</title><content type='html'>Until I get to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone, like homg.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a no-life now. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished a book in less than a day.&lt;br /&gt;I finished it in like.. what. 4 or 5 hours. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It was "Remember Me?" by Sophie Kinsella. She wrote the Shopaholic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the book fair in KLCC/Convention Centre place.&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously pretty fucking huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find like, many books in there.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, obviously. It's a book fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold chinese, malay and english books. And there were.. tech stuff I guess. Printers, cameras, all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had cramps. Bad ones where you can break into cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Which really suck. I always get cramps every month. :/&lt;br /&gt;Ate medicine, and all that shit before my time of the month, and still. Cramps that can make you just curl up like a fetus and punch your own stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;So, at the book fair, I had to walk from the chinese department to the english. Because of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids under 18 and seniors over 60 get free admission, so people in between had to pay 2 bucks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to pay, and my dad too. My mom had to pay, so it was funny lah. We were all, HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was alll, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had badass cramps, I just grabbed like, 6 books and begged my mom to go home. &lt;br /&gt;6 books, for less than 150 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, that's a pretty good deal.&lt;br /&gt;There was 50% off on most of the items, so that was pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgisoundlikesuchanerdnow.&lt;br /&gt;I like book fairs. :D&lt;br /&gt;I finished a book in 4 or 5 hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg books books books books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3151728243278984596?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3151728243278984596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3151728243278984596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3151728243278984596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3151728243278984596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3246780503954037281</id><published>2009-08-24T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:00:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for..</title><content type='html'>..random facts you don't have to know, but you should know anyway in case you want to sound like a smartass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to research;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More than 50,000 Americans get injured by jewelry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world can you get injured by jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sure. There are sharp parts.. but how can you possibly jab your earring into your eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is self injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Famous billionaire, Howard Hughes, stored his own urine in large bottles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;That's just disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Does he think that his &lt;i&gt;pee&lt;/i&gt; would cost a kazillion dollars when he dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who Howard Hughes anyway. So, um. To the next fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actor Mark Wahlberg has a third nipple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only if he was a woman, he would have extra nutrition for his baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adolf Hitler has only one testicle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gorilla gorilla gorilla is the scientific name for the animal, gorilla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;You learn something when you read my blog! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy puasa-ing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3246780503954037281?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3246780503954037281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3246780503954037281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3246780503954037281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3246780503954037281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time-for.html' title='It&apos;s time for..'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4645723891204580359</id><published>2009-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:49:16.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from my.. deadness.</title><content type='html'>Also back from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was.. alright. Four Seasons (Bangkok).&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; grand as expected. The grander ones are in Chiang Mai, or at the Golden Triangle somewhere else around Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was rated 4 and a half stars, according to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was great. We got upgraded to a suite for a thousand baht (around 100 ringgit).&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't huge-ass huge. I'm afraid of huge rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, service was good. Breakfast was great, if you were there for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;Because at the second or third day, you get sick of it, because it's the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about staying in Four Seasons is, well. The shopping complexes are pretty far away.&lt;br /&gt;And Thailand has really bad traffic jams, so that's bad too. So we just.. walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought my DSLR to Thailand, but I didn't take any pictures. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing to take pictures of because because because we don't go sightseeing in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Thailand many times, so everything there is.. normal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought pretty much anything I saw.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on hiatus now, trying to get off the computer more.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna go to bed early. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nighhht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4645723891204580359?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4645723891204580359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4645723891204580359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4645723891204580359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4645723891204580359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-my-deadness.html' title='I&apos;m back from my.. deadness.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1634841793993952487</id><published>2009-08-16T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:29:07.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5am.</title><content type='html'>That was what time I woke up today.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I slept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 or 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Jane, you just screwed up your sleeping time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1634841793993952487?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1634841793993952487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1634841793993952487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1634841793993952487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1634841793993952487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/5am.html' title='5am.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7024960691264990189</id><published>2009-08-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:55:25.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, it just passes so damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's been around a week, and my brother is already on the plane back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before he left, I got beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;It was shit. Hurt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:48PM right now, so I'm kinda tired and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my brother left, my dad cooked up delicious yummies, because my brother wasn't going to come back in like, I don't know. A year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he cooked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I SPOIL THE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, I might be going to Paris/London/Scotland during the December holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna travel between the three places by a superfast underground train called Eurostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rode it before, and I remember taking snacks and stuff. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the details for the trip yet, but it's sure gonna be awesome and extremely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's like, GO TO SLEEP SDSDKAMSDLKMSDLKMSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-7024960691264990189?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7024960691264990189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7024960691264990189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7024960691264990189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7024960691264990189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3072649291922142118</id><published>2009-08-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:21:30.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf.</title><content type='html'>Hnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm interested in golf.&lt;br /&gt;It might be another 5-minute hot sport, like every other sport I play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm such a fatass during the holidays, might as well go do something right?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah; since my dad goes to the driving range to hit some balls (no pun intended) in Tropicana.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to follow to try it out one day, and I got kinda interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard kor kor, who is my cousin, taught me the basics and tricks and all that. I was crappy at first lah.&lt;br /&gt;But then a few tries and I got kinda used to it, so it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 4/5th time I played golf, and the furthest I hit was 70 meters.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeey, 70 meters is considered good enough okaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, golf makes me sweat, hahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to run the treadmill because I'm fucking lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion; golf is an interesting sport and it's interesting when you get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;Fo'sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY. (: &lt;br /&gt;Jane loves you long time okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on &lt;strike&gt;my life&lt;/strike&gt; my holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My brother came back from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;2. I started playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;3. Me and my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5. My brother is going back on Thursday. The house is gonna be quiet again. ):&lt;br /&gt;6. I am also relieved that my brother is going back, because I won't have any bruises again.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost 2kg. FUCKYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;8. There is still like, what, 3 weeks until school reopens. :(&lt;br /&gt;9. I haven't bought my books yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am pissed off because Streamyx isn't here. Crap service. FUCKING. CRAP. SERVICE. FUCKER.     ... FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;11. I can't believe that I'm watching Naruto on Cartoon Network and the dubs are shit bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am so lazy, I don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go beddybye.&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3072649291922142118?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3072649291922142118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3072649291922142118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3072649291922142118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3072649291922142118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/golf.html' title='Golf.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5632704791882656810</id><published>2009-08-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:51:00.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer bummer.</title><content type='html'>I know right, what a stupid title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, summer is a bummer; because there is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when I look forward to the holidays, then when the holidays come I want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Also, when you're super bored, time passes by fucking slow, and when you're having fun, time seems to fly like thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying. And we can't even ask God why or something, because he can't communicate with us.&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite alright now, because (finally), the Streamyx people are finally going to finally fucking fix the effing internet.&lt;br /&gt;But I could only get a 1MPBS connection, because apparently, the 4MPBS connection has a bloody waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan has a 10MPBS connection.&lt;br /&gt;Which is fucking &lt;b&gt;fast&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download something that's 3 hours here in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you readers have a super fast ass internet, but if you do, I am going to haunt you in your sleep because I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Maxis broadband shit isn't helping me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my brother came back from Japan, I have been getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad's all, OH LET'S GO OUT AND EAT TONIGHT AND TODAY AND THIS AFTERNOON OK.&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to go out, because if I don't my dad would nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all sfsdfsdfsfdsdfsfgtwlkrwlkemrlwemrlwmekr FAT.&lt;br /&gt;My diet plans are ruined and stomped at and and and.&lt;br /&gt;SOILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're thinking that exercise and stuff is the right way of getting thinner, it's all very true.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have ONE teensy tiny issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! And that's what you get if you combine Jane + treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;Jane + treadmill = dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stressful. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random side note:&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at 3am now.&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up at 11-1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to screw up my school sleeping time when school reopens. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't really take pictures nowadays because I have nothing to take pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;BOO ME. BOO BOO BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, her name has many names.&lt;br /&gt;She can be called Lilian, Michelle, or Chee Leng.&lt;br /&gt;I just call her &lt;a href="http://www.the-so-called-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilian&lt;/a&gt;. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's weird is, there is a Lilian, Michelle and Chee Ling (with the exception of "i" there) in my linklist.&lt;br /&gt;So I was kinda lost on which name to put, so I just put Lilian lah. Apa pun boleh.&lt;br /&gt;She's a fan of Boys Over Flowers too. Which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small world it is. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm getting kinda tired already. It's only 11:50PM, which is bullshit early for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's because of the medicine I ate.&lt;br /&gt;I have rashes on my arm. And it's effing itchy.&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5632704791882656810?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5632704791882656810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5632704791882656810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5632704791882656810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5632704791882656810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-bummer.html' title='Summer bummer.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3752113668853482035</id><published>2009-08-03T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:04:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one wants to listen to bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Random post title - just typed in what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't been blogging in. I don't know how many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I decided to blog, mainly because I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st of August, I turned 14.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me. *celebration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a party with my friends or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because nowadays, I just don't feel like having parties or something.&lt;br /&gt;So instead, my parents invited relatives. And asked them to bring food to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, my brother came back from Japan for a visit, for around.. 2 weeks or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potluck + birthday = very full until you feel like vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;And it's great, because it's all homemade and yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got presents. Oh me.&lt;br /&gt;My mom ordered a Haagen Dazs cake, and it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my aunt had to use a butcher knife to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious though; ice cream cake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to post about now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;And tired.&lt;br /&gt;And hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, now I play golf at the driving range. To keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;And I signed up for drum class.&lt;br /&gt;And I still continue to have singing class on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the rest, stay at home and laze around like an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at my cousins' house, stealing their internet to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;Because the Maxis USB broadband thing I use is pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx people said that they would install the WiFi shit in our house today, but they never came.&lt;br /&gt;I would sue them if I were an adult with shit tons of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9PM. I'm stuck here, using internet, with no food, and I haven't shower yet.&lt;br /&gt;The fuck. I should've brought clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the air conditioning is bloody cold.&lt;br /&gt;And when I switch it off, it's bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Solution: switch it off and on as pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is filled with whining and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's because I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3752113668853482035?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3752113668853482035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3752113668853482035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3752113668853482035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3752113668853482035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-wants-to-listen-to-bullshit.html' title='No one wants to listen to bullshit.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3239929196119685228</id><published>2009-07-26T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:30:23.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilepsy.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm so bored already.&lt;br /&gt;It's the summer holidays; a whole month, &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means time to *cough*exercise*cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Bangsar Village to shop. (:&lt;br /&gt;Not in the shopping complex there, but the boutiques near the shopping complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sizes in the boutiques are tiny. I am huge, so it was hard to find my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a T-shirt and I-don't-know-what-it's-called.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up pictures if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;But most likely I won't, because, uh. I don't know. Don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just realized my aunt has Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And she reached the max level in Pet Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, jealous!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm going to go watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm shit bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3239929196119685228?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3239929196119685228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3239929196119685228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3239929196119685228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3239929196119685228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/epilepsy.html' title='Epilepsy.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3582777867695322612</id><published>2009-07-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:06:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography.</title><content type='html'>Go check out my &lt;a href="http://jane-lee.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantArt&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jane-lee/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing, actually. Only on different websites. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=94049&amp;amp;id=686957866"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=94048&amp;amp;id=686957866"&gt;Chloe's&lt;/a&gt; pictures too; on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check them out, and feel free to comment &amp;amp; critique! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3582777867695322612?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3582777867695322612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3582777867695322612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3582777867695322612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3582777867695322612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/photography.html' title='Photography.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5504306873551629915</id><published>2009-07-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:21:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see.</title><content type='html'>Let's a-go blog about &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 23rd July 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mufti Day yesterday. In case if you didn't know, Mufti Day is when you wear anything to school. But our school made us pay 1 ringgit or more to wear our own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Mayer paid for our class for Mufti Day, so thank you, Ms. Mayer. We'll miss you loads. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, started off with French. I think we watched Confessions of A Shopaholic. Idk, I have a bad memory, sooorry.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the drama room for Math, because the other students were cutting cakes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was break, forgot what I ate. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was PE, after that. There was a "pool party", and people played water polo. Me, Vivian, Sheryl, Sabrina, Nadhirah, Ji Jie, Laura, Corinna, Vila and Chloe didn't swim, so we were filling blow-up balloons with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't pop when you throw it at people, because it the rubber was so thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhm. Anyway. When it hits you, it hurts. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being hit with a steak. Not like I know how being hit by a steak before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE was English. 8E and 8T went to the drama room instead, to have a party. There were so many snacks and food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ashley (Foo) made these really cute cupcakes. (:&lt;br /&gt;She made every one of the students of 8E and 8T. There was the face and the name on the cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;But it's super sweet. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Twister. Actually, the others played Twister. I was holding that spinning thingy. For some reason, it &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; ended at the right foot, blue. So annoying lah, so we just simply said, to make the people really get twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch. Who the hell can still eat after so many snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was finally Science. Science, we just.. played lah. Chloe was being a retarded hobo, all 'drunk' and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;She was high on sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home, showered, stole my mom's sash/belt thing and went to Vivian's house. Wore my dress there, and went out at around 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jam like shit lah, that time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, reach school. They didn't allow me to bring my DSLR in, so I was all, what the fuuuug man.&lt;br /&gt;So I left my camera in Vivian's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, jalan-ed for a while because it was still quite early. There was pizza and stuff, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;Danced the night away. It was seriously fun, I didn't know how much fun a dance could be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nadhirah, you have to cheer up, and get over him, okay. 50 percent left!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, yeah. I was dancing, jumping, screaming, singing. Like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;With Vivian, Chloe, Vila, Laura, and the SNJ crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vila danced with Faris, and she enjoyed it. Wowee. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Chloe with Wayne, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I've had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 12 when I went home. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 24 July 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day. ):&lt;br /&gt;I brought my DSLR, but didn't take much pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was afraid that I might "ruin the school's image". Oh, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with form period in Ms. Mayer's room. We got back our reports, and our yearbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Math. Ms. Kuok had to have an assembly with the lower primary students, so we went to watch. It was.. eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was BM, Ms. Ana wasn't here. She supposedly got dengue, but who knows. I don't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;We used BM time to let people sign our yearbooks. We went to the advanced class to take their autographs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My signatures include:&lt;br /&gt;"Have a great holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;"Have a good summer!"&lt;br /&gt;"See you next &lt;strike&gt;ye&lt;/strike&gt; term!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, special ones for special friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, was break. Drank Milo.&lt;br /&gt;We had the final assembly after that, and they awarded certificates, merit things and some subject thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised that I won a prize, which was for PSHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize was.. a 20 ringgit voucher for Borders. :D&lt;br /&gt;And our class, 8T, won the best assembly. Go 8Ters! (;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was the performance by the winners of TGT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Ms. Kuok said that our next year classes are posted up outside her office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up in 9N, with Chloe, Laura, Faris, Benedict, How Yi and more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've gotta go. I blogged more just now, but my internet died, so it got crappier towards the end. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5504306873551629915?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5504306873551629915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5504306873551629915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5504306873551629915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5504306873551629915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s see.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2608197371785599706</id><published>2009-07-22T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:37:10.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet, another sad attempt to exercise.</title><content type='html'>As I said on Plurk, my exercise equals to 5 flights up the stairs and 12 sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;Sad case. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Tomorrow is going to be a rather happy day, I hope. Mufti day - which Ms. Mayer paid for all of us, because she's leaving, pool party - for 8E and 8T together, and last but not least - the school dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically going to the school dance to watch people like a creepy stalker, and to take pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants me to be their paparazzi, I'd be happy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you be in the center of attention - but you have to wear huge sunnies, because my huge camera flash might blind you, and therefore resulting you to hurt your eyes and wince in pain. Then, I'd run away and hide in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, okay, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would probably be dancing, and since I have 2 left feet, I will try to twist my other foot to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't dance, for shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gut feeling that nobody would dance, like everyone would be all awkward and all. But I'm no fortune teller, so let's just see what happens tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in dire need of a belt or a huge necklace thing. Because I'm just wearing a black dress. I am a plain Jane. Boo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's talk about school today, hm. Since I am.. apparently, in the mood of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, went to Ms. Mayer's for form period. Went for Music, we did nothing but play. There was supposed to be a &lt;i&gt;partial&lt;/i&gt; solar eclipse happening, but either we couldn't see it, or we missed it. So yeah, it was the longest solar eclipse in this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, unless if you're gonna live until your a hundred or more years old, then only you get to see another 6-minute solar eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case if you don't know what a solar eclipse is, it's a natural phenomenon that happens when the Earth, Sun and Moon are in a straight line. This was believed to be an omen or a spiritual thing in the past, but now it's just the spiritual thing. If you don't know how it looks like, you know in the series Heroes? Yeah, the solar eclipse is that "O" in the logo. Or better yet, just Google it. So, apparently, today was the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch the longest solar eclipse, which lasted 6 minutes. Somehow, I'm very interested in all these Sun and Moon stuff, and also constellations. These things make me feel so fascinated. You can only see a partial eclipse in Malaysia, which really sucks shit. Plus, it was raining this morning, so it was all cloudy and the Sun wasn't that much in sight. When the Sun came out, there was no bloody shadow or anything blocking it. I was like, OMG WHAT SHIT IS THIS. At least there's gonna be YouTube videos of it, right? &lt;i&gt;RIGHT&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh god, someone slap me. I am really becoming a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my grandmother is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps barging into my room without knocking.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how seriously &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to bear with it, since she is my grandmother. And, she really needs a hearing aid, because when you speak normally within 1.2 meters from her, &lt;i&gt;she can't hear you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get pissed off very easily, because I have to keep repeating my words LOUD AND CLEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god. Please do not make me deaf when I get old. I don't wanna be deaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2608197371785599706?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2608197371785599706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2608197371785599706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2608197371785599706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2608197371785599706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-sad-attempt-to-exercise.html' title='Yet, another sad attempt to exercise.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5462277401161197409</id><published>2009-07-18T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:58:43.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I now look like a poodle.</title><content type='html'>A very badly groomed one.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, poodles are &lt;i&gt;waaaaay&lt;/i&gt; more adorable than I am. Ptooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to perm my hair &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, because after a few days, my hair went back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Looks normal, but it's very hard to comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's because my hair is too "healthy".&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I screwed my hair up.&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;And I got to re-perm my hair for free.&lt;br /&gt;With the treatment, altogether it's 35 bucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least my hair looks permed now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just lost my mojo for blogging, because I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;And it's only 10, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5462277401161197409?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5462277401161197409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5462277401161197409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5462277401161197409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5462277401161197409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-now-look-like-poodle.html' title='I now look like a poodle.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2258916672318302815</id><published>2009-07-16T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:34:49.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Une, deux, trois, quatre.</title><content type='html'>Jane Lee Re Tard is back in school.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been missing out a whole load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going to the school dance, and me.. I lived under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;So I might consider going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog about today, because that's what blogging is all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started with form period with Ms. Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving Tenby this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but I kind of well, miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's just so understanding.&lt;br /&gt;She might have her PMS mood &lt;strike&gt;all the time&lt;/strike&gt;sometimes, but hey. We all have our bad moods sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After form period was French. 8E had to practice their assembly for tomorrow, so there was only 5 people in class.&lt;br /&gt;So we did exercises. Which was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After French was Maths, and we did more exercises. I didn't really do anything, to be honest. I was just chatting around with Vivian, Nadhirah, Sabrina and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about marriages. It was kinda hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maths was break, ate sandwich. Gosh damn, I was &lt;i&gt;starving&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After break was PE. We were given 3 choices - badminton, basketball and track&amp;field.&lt;br /&gt;Girls played badminton, boys played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all fooling around in the sports centre/auditorium/sports hall/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vila were dancing and singing like retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retards to the max wei. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE was English, borrowed Vampire Knight from Nicole Liew.&lt;br /&gt;Cliche. Hmp.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed it because I didn't bring a book. I finished all my books already, jeez. &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; a nerd after all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After English was lunch. Ate a whole lot like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Milo, jelly, and biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for Science.&lt;br /&gt;Science is.. Science la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about that, aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home and ate nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I'M SUCH A GLUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;But that's how I roll. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the Simpsons now, so goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2258916672318302815?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2258916672318302815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2258916672318302815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2258916672318302815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2258916672318302815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/une-deux-trois-quatre.html' title='Une, deux, trois, quatre.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-933023283022182922</id><published>2009-07-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:41:07.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to punch your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So hard&lt;/i&gt;, until it bleeds; because you're just too ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tomorrow, since I'm recovered. :D&lt;br /&gt;Still have a little sniffles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My brother is coming back on my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;- I permed my hair on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- My hair isn't so curly anymore. Need to go back to the salon to re-perm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perming your hair isn't so fun.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time, and your neck hurts, because of those.. curlers on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it after it was done. Surprisingly, I didn't look as much as an auntie!&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. It's not as curly anymore, and my mom paid a heck for it. &lt;i&gt;*cough*&lt;/i&gt;around 400 bucks&lt;i&gt;*cough*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat there, reading NYLON magazines, and my butt and neck hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I also had to squint at the words of the magazine, because I had to take out my glasses. Grandmother much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting smelly. I just exercised, haha. 15 minutes of the crosstraining machine, which is considered as good for me ohh-kaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go take a bath now, so, ciaao.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in school tomorrow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-933023283022182922?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/933023283022182922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=933023283022182922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/933023283022182922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/933023283022182922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-punch-your-face.html' title='I want to punch your face.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1142726832179022734</id><published>2009-07-13T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:39:46.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when you're sick?</title><content type='html'>1. Lie down all day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cough and sniff and sniff.&lt;br /&gt;3. Feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feel even more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;5. Skip school for 2 days, because I might give everyone my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1142726832179022734?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1142726832179022734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1142726832179022734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1142726832179022734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1142726832179022734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-do-when-youre-sick.html' title='What do you do when you&apos;re sick?'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2944176079994024004</id><published>2009-07-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:41:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New banner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; it animates. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was put up yesterday, but I was too tired to post.&lt;br /&gt;There were drunk uncles, and I was pulled down to sing the karaoke for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want a banner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Talk to me in schoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2944176079994024004?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2944176079994024004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2944176079994024004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2944176079994024004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2944176079994024004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-banner.html' title='New banner!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5179992160367297944</id><published>2009-07-09T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:24:54.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a short post.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've finally decided to get my lazy ass off and blog.&lt;br /&gt;Because, my blog has been dead for quite a while now, and I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about:&lt;br /&gt;My diet plan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm copying Vivian! Waha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I can't type right now because my back and arms are sore like shit.&lt;br /&gt;If I try to sit straight, my back feels like someone jabbed it a thousand times with a butcher knife.&lt;br /&gt;I am practically like my grandmother now, only &lt;i&gt;worse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why my back and arms are sore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wii&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;That, and me not exercising.&lt;br /&gt;When you just start exercising, and you have never exercised in a long time, this happens.&lt;br /&gt;Muscle pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue if Wii is considered as exercising, but it sure makes me sweat.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of WiiSports (Boxing) is seriously tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just.. bash the living shit outta your controllers.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really, but you need to hold the controllers and bash the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to sweat, you can't have the air con or fan on.&lt;br /&gt;And a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you punch your butts out.&lt;br /&gt;My dad joined in a couple of times, and he simply bashed my character.&lt;br /&gt;And my character fainted. Bloody cheating okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the Wii is better than nothing lah.&lt;br /&gt;So don't insult me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another attempt to help me lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat dinner, instead, I drink Milo or eat fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat when I come back from school, which is either meehoon noodles or something light.&lt;br /&gt;Then exercise a little (Wii/lunges/squats/punches), then shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I come home from school, EAT, dinner, EAT MORE, and then maybe roti canai, EAT MORE AND MORE.&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda disgusts me now, because I'm such a &lt;i&gt;fatass&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people said, "love your body".&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that, I ain't happy with my body, mm-hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my spare tayars.&lt;br /&gt;And having spare tayars and &lt;strike&gt;thunder&lt;/strike&gt;fat thighs means less clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that you can't wear when you're fat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;  Tank tops. It makes the arms look &lt;b&gt;HUGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;  Skinny jeans. I've always wondered how in the world can you squeeze into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or anything tight, gosh! Fat people wearing tight tight clothes just end up having muffintops or extra tayars for a Range Rover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I want to get thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a despo. Gosh. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I won't turn bulimic or anorexic. I'll just.. uh. Work my way through my fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people said that exercise is the best way to lose weight. Of course it is, that's why so many fat people hate exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone enter me in "The Biggest Loser" thing they show in Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I'd have my own success story. Yeah, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired, so I'm gonna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose my voice for drama tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are many of us out there,&lt;br /&gt;Different faces, different colors..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something else. I forgot, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;Can't help my cacat memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5179992160367297944?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5179992160367297944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5179992160367297944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5179992160367297944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5179992160367297944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-short-post.html' title='Here&apos;s a short post.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5879030116700466311</id><published>2009-06-28T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:59:17.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo,</title><content type='html'>I hope you get well soon. I hope you don't die, even if you probably have only 20% chance of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awfully sad right now, and depressed. Heck, I even cried.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of one teeny sugar glider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo probably got mauled by my cat, Louie while I wasn't at home - most likely in school.&lt;br /&gt;I only found out today that he was very weak and couldn't climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pained my heart to see him struggle, so as soon as my mom came back, we straight away went to Ikano to check what's wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we thought he was just sick and weak, but in reality, he got injured. He was bleeding around his privates, and well. He was extremely weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Pet Safari in Ikano, but the clinic there was closed &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the doctors there don't take care of exotic animals.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse recommended us to a pet hospital in KL, which specialized in exotic animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see, Taboo was really weak and looks like as if he was about to die. His mouth was open, and gasping for every air he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rush of guilt and depression just welled inside me when the dude who sold us the glider told us that he was probably mauled by an animal (definitely Louie). I couldn't help but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the huge WAH WAH WAH cry, but there were definitely tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt extremely sad because I made so many wrong decisions, and not thinking about our cat when we were buying Taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decisions were;&lt;br /&gt;- Putting it outside my room, where it was vulnerable to anything&lt;br /&gt;- Getting it a wired cage. If we had gotten a glass aquarium-like case, our cat wouldn't be able to try to maul it.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting a red pouch for it to sleep in. If we had gotten a different color, maybe we would be able to see the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, Taboo. Even if you're just an animal and even if I only gotten you for a less than a week, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had asked me to buy another glider to "replace" Taboo, but I just don't want to get another tiny pet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;If you're laughing at me right now for writing this whole blog post dedicated to an animal, then you probably don't have a heart. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5879030116700466311?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5879030116700466311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5879030116700466311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5879030116700466311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5879030116700466311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/taboo.html' title='Taboo,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2091575394580149074</id><published>2009-06-25T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:14:10.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello bello mello cello.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably gonna die halfway anyway, since I always do that on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo, my sugarglider, is sleeping beside me in his pouch thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's not as aggressive anymore. Maybe it's because he had adapted to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Let's talk about the MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MacBook Pro is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The only cons are, you can't download pirated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've heard from my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't tried it yet, so who knows, hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the 13-inch Macbook Pro, and it's portable and downright beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to the dust collecting in between the keyboard holes, because the MacBook has no holes to keep the dust in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keys are a pretty awesome black, and nicely spaced so that it looks awesome + looks cool + won't collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has Bluetooth and all that shit that you have in a computer. :D&lt;br /&gt;Except Microsoft Word and Powerpoint, which is total BS because you need to buy the RM599 one. 8|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Photoshop, I wanted to buy it today.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It's only for college students. MFCS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which seriously sucks lah!&lt;br /&gt;Because, it's at a superduper discounted price of RM399.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, OH MY FUCKING GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, I went to 1U to get it, but I wasn't old/smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Apple.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fdfdfdfdfdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever has Photoshop CS2/CS3/CS890900000000000000000 pleasseeee tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just ask my cousin to buy. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need photoshop, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Mayer's probably gonna kill me if I don't finish the class certificates. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Tata. Gotta find a way to get the damn Photoshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2091575394580149074?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2091575394580149074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2091575394580149074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2091575394580149074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2091575394580149074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-bello-mello-cello.html' title='Hello bello mello cello.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8358991216118550488</id><published>2009-06-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:24:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>I've many things to blog about, but I just can't be damned to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just something small;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a sugar glider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Taboo. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he's really agressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he's just not used to it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I'm going to get a MacBook Pro later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is super awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my mom wants my laptop, and she wants to learn, since my cousin brother is a computer pro and he's going to England soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, voila! Macbook for moi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love bragging. Sh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8358991216118550488?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8358991216118550488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8358991216118550488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8358991216118550488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8358991216118550488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5365723432530935895</id><published>2009-06-20T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:15:40.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh.</title><content type='html'>There are many cars near my house.&lt;div&gt;And it's because someone is making a film at the house, next next to mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awesome 'kay. There are so many (guy) angmohs and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go there and peek a little, but don't want lah. Later they kick me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paiseh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I felt so jakun when I saw the film crew and all! And I even saw police and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it must be important, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I saw an old dude smoking a pipe. In a tux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awesome 'kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I passed by the place to my house in my car, I saw that that house had like.. Butlers and waitresses lined up in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got all curious and jittery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels really cool when you see so many people, with the film crew and all, making a movie/film/advertisement/idk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgjakuntimejakunjakunjakun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen people filming in New York before, and it was pretty cool too, because many people were huddled around the actress to make the scene of.. crowded people in New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5365723432530935895?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5365723432530935895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5365723432530935895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5365723432530935895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5365723432530935895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooh.html' title='Ooh.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6634124381920918432</id><published>2009-06-20T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:48:19.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see a list of thing I want/have to do.</title><content type='html'>1. Get my hair cut.&lt;div&gt;I want real bangs now, because these bangs are really retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might get a light perm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Buy hamster stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian, you owe me two hamsters, dude. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a cage and all that hamster stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A new laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a really spoiled brat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom said she's going to learn on how to use the computers, since she said she was really outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, since we have no fixed line at home, and the desktop computers are stashed away, dying, and collecting dust, in the store room.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might get a new laptop! Hoozah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this one is a tad heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a light laptop, maybe a Macbook Air? Or something? -nudges mom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's only a slight chance, so I could always dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sims 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, it's the new thing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it would probably be a 5-minute hot thing, and I'll just get bored of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe Sims 3 would be the last of my.. priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to go Pavilion today, but my mom woke me up at 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you wake me up at 10am on a Saturday, I would be one grumpy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stupidly refused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumb, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is not 3:43pm, and my mom's not back yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Crack my iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to beg my cousin for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Summer holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it's summer all year in Malaysia, Summer holidays are for lazing around for a month and a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I'm probably gonna get sick of staying at home for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. For 6 months to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really wanna wear these retainers forever day and night. 8(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6634124381920918432?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6634124381920918432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6634124381920918432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6634124381920918432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6634124381920918432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-see-list-of-thing-i-wanthave-to-do.html' title='Let&apos;s see a list of thing I want/have to do.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7247338689521198206</id><published>2009-06-19T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:40:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Let's see.&lt;div&gt;I still have many stuffs to blog in my brain. But I just can't be damned to recall because it's already 12:11 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Friday anyway, so who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog post is going to be a cacated post, since I'm usually half-dead during midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's blog about yesterday, which was a Thursday. But since it's already 12am, I guess it was the day before yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough blabbering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, Thursday was the day of my audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, since I'm always a nervous wreck and all, I panicked and became brain dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My audition was at 1:25. So I went there at 1:10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know, retard much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes. Thank you to everyone who supported me and make me feel calmer. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sang, and yeahhhh. I was shaking my butt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But instead, it was the good type of shaking and that lead to a good comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I sang, which I thought was pretty alright considering I had a flu on that day, this was (around) Mr. William's comment;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You did great, and you could control the vibrato voice that most kids your age can't do. The song is a little too high for you, so maybe if you manage to go into the finals, you should consider changing your song into your voice range."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I might stand a chance of getting into the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's going to be tough, since there's the song stealer and everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might not be important to win this Tenby's Got Talent thing, but I just really want to gain my confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna wilt and die in my own fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds cliche and stupid, but yeah, it's my goal now to gain confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't go into the finals, I wouldn't really too pressured about it. I could try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're laughing at me right now for writing stupid shit, you should just close this. Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in the middle of the night, and I get moody sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, let's see what we did today. Or yesterday. Or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period. We were supposed to go to bs' class, but she didn't come so we went to Ms. Mayer's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Math. Ms. Kuok wasn't here, so Mr. Williams replaced us and he was gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Ms. Kuok isn't that strict kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was BM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bs still wasn't here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Ms. Ginn's class and played Uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won twice. Hehh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Break, ate mihun/meehoon/mihoon/whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Break waaaasss English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was.. English lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was PSHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discussed the Class Awards thing. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was lunch, drank Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that is Drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama, we had to do this weird thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we all had to dance. I didn't really move, so I don't care. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were grouped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was with Vivian, Faris and Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had to make weird movements with sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First it was "flicker", then "grow", "dart", "spread", then "devour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno how to explain it, but it was kinda weird lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Drama finished, mom and dad fetched me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to airport to fetch an aunty from Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for mamak at Kayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went home, etc etc showered and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out at 6:30 to Bangsar for Yang Kor's farewell party, even if he's leaving in August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben "kor" got braces, while Anthony and I got ours off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody slimmed down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so fat in front of everyone. 8(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm getting tired. And I'm still very full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see that this blog post is getting sloppier and sloppier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-7247338689521198206?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7247338689521198206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7247338689521198206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7247338689521198206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7247338689521198206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4382477387142091162</id><published>2009-06-17T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:07:34.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, I need a wake up call.</title><content type='html'>My confidence isn't going into my brain.&lt;div&gt;It's trying to peel itself off me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have much to blog about, but I just lost my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4382477387142091162?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4382477387142091162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4382477387142091162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4382477387142091162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4382477387142091162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-i-need-wake-up-call.html' title='Please, I need a wake up call.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2420490620200328414</id><published>2009-06-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:55:18.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what.</title><content type='html'>I decided to blog, wah-oo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether this would be a long post of not, but I'll try my best to make it, uh. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm waiting for my parents to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did they go, you ask? Even if you're not asking, who cares. I'm just gonna answer anyway like the arrogant loser I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to Shanghai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know you'd probably be expecting something great and awesome like a trip to Bali with a stay in Four Seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, they went to plain, boring, Shanghai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I don't like China - even if I was originated from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father's side grandparents came from China from boat to Malaysia many many many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so I am a China girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But please, I don't spit on the floor and sit with my legs wide open with a skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And flick my noseshit while I'm driving a motorbike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be offensive to people from China, but I've seen that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. My parents are coming back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that my mom bought me a new wireless mouse and a new 16GB pendrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno whether it's fake or not, blerh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it works right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's um. Talk about today, since I have nothing else to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I need a topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me suggestions and I'll try my best to blog it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period, which is basically stoning in class for the first (?) minutes of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to go to the tennis court, to do the Tennis Court Oath. We had to wear red + white + blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up first, and yeah. It was pretty shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then everybody else did theirs, and everyone improved a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, Ms. Mayer was a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After History was French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French, we learned about.. I forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh goodness, I'm the most useless person ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was break. Changed into my school uniform, and that took 90% of break time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ran down to get a sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copied stuff and blahblah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the average English lesson lor. Nothing much to talk about there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Ms. Mayer called me out to help her do something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science was.. fun, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas Thong used red pen ink on a tissue and made it look like period blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was.. ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played the human body again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, Vivian took out the brain and couldn't put it back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Lee continued going "OI, OI YOU."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Science was lunch, ate fries and drank vitagen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahaha, I'm so unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe also ate half a sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all, OMG CHLOE'S EATING HOOOMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after lunch was D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh, didn't really do anything, because I finished my project already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, after class, we (me, Vila, Chloe and Laura I think) stole Mr. Bryant's lollipops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, bought Milo, then went for choir with Chloe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were singing "Barbara Ann" by.. dunno who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's an accapella song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually sounded good when everybody sang together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But saying "Barbara Ann" numerous times is a mouthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went home, and read newspaper, like a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabrina and me are supernerds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we even have a signature dance called.. the giraffe flip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to see us to know the dance. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had meehoon soup with fishballs for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the 3rd time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I Plurked, then I'm stuck here, blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super ridiculous lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently watching Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spongebob is going to get asskicked by Flatts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Spongebob is a sponge, so when Flatts hit him, it doesn't hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, I'm such a retard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2420490620200328414?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2420490620200328414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2420490620200328414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2420490620200328414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2420490620200328414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-what.html' title='Guess what.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1801988166427141223</id><published>2009-06-13T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:16:45.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the scenes.</title><content type='html'>Hello. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from Nadhirah's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I was back a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a long long long story to blog about, but I'm so tired and.. malas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read &lt;a href="http://www.madeofheartbreak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;'s blog about Nadhirah's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a lazy day for me, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update when I find the mood to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1801988166427141223?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1801988166427141223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1801988166427141223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1801988166427141223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1801988166427141223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind the scenes.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2739200186491603024</id><published>2009-06-08T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:05:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and put your money where your mouth is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking Up in Vegas&lt;/span&gt; by Katy Perry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big fan of Katy Perry, but yeah. I think the song and the video's pretty interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm extremely bored, so I'm watching Chart Attack on MTV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Ho (You Are My Destiny)&lt;/span&gt; by the Pussycat Dolls are on now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it weird that the dude who sings JAI HO! just stands there and.. Jai ho's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty creepy smile and he goes, "JAI HO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Mayer said Ms. Kuok praised our class page, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no mistakes&lt;/span&gt; had to be corrected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which makes me really happy, because I've gone through a load of trouble to make that class page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, Jane Lee worked her ass off for this class page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History was.. meh. We're going to do the Tennis Court Oath next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wear French colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After History was French. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Perin didn't come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Mr. Crombie came in for relief. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat next to Nadhirah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she was damn excited because of someone. It was funny lah, cuz she was hyper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw her camera. It's another Canon camera. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that means.. it's only me and Sabrina that has a Nikon DSLR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, nerds will always be nerds, aye. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After French was break. Ate a sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to eat curry noodles, but I was all, oh man don't want. Feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeeeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was English. Julius got swapped with Daniel Ng by Mrs. Clayton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care, we're gonna make a fashion magazine, like Seventeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't play with the human body today. Instead, we camwhored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Lee keeps going "OI! OI!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we (me, Nadhirah, Sabrina, Vivian) camwhored with Nadhirah's new camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun. The camera was timed for 10 seconds, so it was all, ditditditdit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Science was lunch. Drank Milo. WEEHEE. They finally sell it, after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the basketball court with Vila, Chloe, Benedict and Laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sat around lah, talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&amp;amp;T was.. meh, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done with my.. box square thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it should be called, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno what dado joint lah, mitre joint lah, shit joint lah etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after D&amp;amp;T, went home because no choir today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I hate blackshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having class with her tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stupid blackshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2739200186491603024?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2739200186491603024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2739200186491603024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2739200186491603024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2739200186491603024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up.html' title='Shut up,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3052153216774986972</id><published>2009-06-05T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:51:53.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid retainers.</title><content type='html'>Or, shhhtoopiiit retainershhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. As told by the dentist, I have to wear these &lt;strike&gt;dentures&lt;/strike&gt; braces, day and night, for 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I only have to wear it at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, I am.. brathhesh fasssshe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more annoying is, I have to take it out when I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking water is fine, but other stuff like Milo tastes just plain weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked brownies just now. It's alright lah, for beginners like yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks more like a cake, to be honest.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll improve the next time I ever bake. Hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Thursday, was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Vivian, Nadhirah, Sabrina and Nicholas Thong were playing with the human body at the back of the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started with me poking the inner boob (it was a woman figure) -- then everyone started touching it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took out the intestines and saw a fetus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we put it back in, then everything started collapsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we're all, OH SHIT SAVE THE BABY SAVE THE BABY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn fun lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eyeball keeps coming out and scaring the shit outta us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we're all focusing on saving the baby, and the eyeball just WOOSH-ed down at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Lee just kept going OI DON'T PLAY WITH THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we continued "saving the baby". :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took out the chest/boobs and wore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was yesterday, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started out with Math. Math was okay lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Kuok had to leave at the middle of the class because she was bringing Year 4 students to somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ms. Mayer took over, I showed her the class page, and she was happy. Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was BM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg blackshit ewwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't cried in a while. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I officially hate her more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's so sexist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sexy. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sexist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She likes boys better than girls. Pilih kasih. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After BM was break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break.. ate nasi lemak. omg im gonna be fat omg omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a group with Vivian, Julius and Gnaegi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're thinking about making a Seventeen-ish magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dress Julius and Gnaegi up in dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was alright lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that is Drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama is.. ehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Drama is lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, drank Milo with my retainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regretted it so much. Tasted like shit. Not like I know how shit taste like. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to music room and Mr. Williams made me sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mic sounds so retarded with the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was PSHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to do some child rights thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And had to do a play -ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Vivian, Russell, Vin, Benedict &amp;amp; Benjamin were in a group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Mayer grouped us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're the extra group. Others have 4 people, we have 6. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did a really retarded thing lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to blog, because my mom wants me to type in more than 200/300+ contacts into the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE BY ONE, ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3052153216774986972?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3052153216774986972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3052153216774986972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3052153216774986972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3052153216774986972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-retainers.html' title='Stupid retainers.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4553011235072294407</id><published>2009-06-02T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:36:36.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma mia,</title><content type='html'>here we go again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I know I've been extremely lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, I have zero mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know it's a stupid excuse and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm eating lesser each day. Surprise, surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just drink a can of soya bean or something, and I'm already full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch, just had a sandwich. I was full also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the school's a bitch now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stopped selling Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need my daily dose of Milo, damnit. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nooooo. Tenby wants me to suffer and die without the glorious Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm talking shit now. So I'll shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, Ms. Kuok is teaching us Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Kannaparan is teaching the Y9s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Ms. Kuok is fine. If she's in a good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of moods, Ms. Mayer has been in a bad mood these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she got her period, tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done my hardest on the class page, and she was happy with it -- but she wanted further changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm like, uh, okay fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said that the class page was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt; to decide, but yet she's kinda.. bossing us around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already finished the newer version yesterday. Go look at my Facebook, if you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thoroughly exhausted. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school is making a big big fuss over the prince dude coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, he isn't even young and hot. He's old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's just like any one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just.. has a higher status, richer, and will own part of the country next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... nevermind. He is important after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to take a nap. I can already feel eyebags forming, but I'm not sleep deprived or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4553011235072294407?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553011235072294407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4553011235072294407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4553011235072294407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4553011235072294407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/06/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma mia,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4764298989796261742</id><published>2009-05-29T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:31:02.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I wanna watch.</title><content type='html'>- Star Trek&lt;div&gt;- Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ghost of Girlfriend's Past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Land of the Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Night at the Museum 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tons more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some isn't (obviously) out yet, but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go buy pirated CDs. &gt;:I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4764298989796261742?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4764298989796261742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4764298989796261742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4764298989796261742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4764298989796261742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/movies-i-wanna-watch.html' title='Movies I wanna watch.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2684750844300197794</id><published>2009-05-28T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:02:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to brag about having braces-less teeth.</title><content type='html'>Yes. If you dislike me bragging, then you may not read this.&lt;div&gt;If you do like me bragging or if you have nothing to do, you stumble onto this blog and read this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I dunno what am I talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Let's start from this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up around 9am. Then ate chee cheong fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I ate half of half my mom gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, oh shit wtf is wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it's a good sign, hmmmmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not anorexia. I'm not close to anorexia yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating chee cheong fun, went on to the computer and watched pointless Youtube videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for time to pass lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went out at 1330 hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yeahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took.. I dunno how long. 30-40 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah. It was shitty. I hated the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the vibrations and that really ear-piercing screeching noises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to die in the dentist chair thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BZZZTBZZZZTBZZZZZZZRTTT then rinse. BZZZZZRRRTTT FFFFFRRRRRRRRRR then rinse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the last part, the dentist polished it or something. I DUNNO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was the shittiest of all shittyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted fucking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;. And she had to do the insides and out of the teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the verge of puking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, to all people with braces; you know, before like. A week or two? The dentist does a mould of your teeth to show you how it works and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that. I despise that. I.. I dunno. It is the worst thing ever. Especially when they have to do the top part of your teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have sinus problems, I usually can't breathe out of my nose (hence I always open my mouth). So, when I do that thing, it's not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd start squirming in my seat and try to gasp for air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. After the dentist finished cleaning my teeth and all that shit, yeah. She had to do the mould thing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she did the bottom part, no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top part? I almost puked. Really. It was something like shoving fingers down your throat in order to breathe. That = bulimia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god I didn't eat much during breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to do another mould because it was for the retainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get them next week. :/ And I have to wear it day and night for a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the few months (?), I'm just gonna wear it at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. After she finished doing everything, I was relieved. Very relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theeeen, Uncle Maniam came to pick me up with my dad. My dad was all, WOAH. SO PERFECT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad went home, and my driver drove me to Ikano/Ikea. That was where my mom &amp;amp; grandma was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo yeah. I bought a cabinet thing from Ikano. When I went home, I managed to fix it up with the help of kakak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my mom for help, but she's like, "DONWAN, DO IT YOURSELF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ah well. I did better without her anyway. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;HAHAH JK I LOVE YOU MOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Back to the story. After shopping in Ikea, bought the supercheap hotdog &amp;amp; icecream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hotdog = RM2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice-cream = RM1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they taste delish. Even if it's plain and all, but it's nice, for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the first thing I ate after taking out the braces was the ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't hurt or anything. I can still eat normally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went home, fixed up the cabinet thing lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had singing class, and practiced the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I'm a nervous &lt;strike&gt;wreck&lt;/strike&gt; person now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I don't mess up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After singing class, had a simple dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to finish the class page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Ms. Mayer doesn't stab the living daylights outta me if I don't finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna look at a picture of me without braces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=686957866&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; or something, I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you could find me in school next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2684750844300197794?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2684750844300197794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2684750844300197794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2684750844300197794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2684750844300197794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-brag-about-having-braces-less.html' title='Time to brag about having braces-less teeth.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-9052908679656462578</id><published>2009-05-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:38:47.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I..</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged in a while.&lt;div&gt;I have been Plurk-ing, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the holidays, and I can't be damned to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one great event is happening tomorrow.. my braces are gonna be bye-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the dentist doesn't go all, OH SORRY JANE, YOU CAN'T TAKE OUT YOUR BRACES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take out my heart and stick it back together again after it has been crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it? My heart getting crushed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Jane. You are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really. I hope the dentist doesn't say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not feeling that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom spread her sickness to my dad, then he spread it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, joy. My nose is leaking like nobody's business now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I'm on a real diet now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what's my dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some kind of powdery vanilla shake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's going to be my dinner for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it really works though, because I am in desperate need of slimming down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am heavier than almost everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me feel.. weird. Because I'm like, what. Fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I need to go to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose is leaking like.. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'night. Before and after pictures tomorrow, I guess? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-9052908679656462578?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/9052908679656462578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=9052908679656462578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/9052908679656462578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/9052908679656462578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html' title='I..'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1826736907892344195</id><published>2009-05-22T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:23:48.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays.&lt;div&gt;Hope you &lt;strike&gt;guys&lt;/strike&gt; Tenbians have a great one; can't wait to see all of you again. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir, darlings. Too lazy to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1826736907892344195?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1826736907892344195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1826736907892344195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1826736907892344195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1826736907892344195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4868791135893991193</id><published>2009-05-21T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:36:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsatisfied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I am right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Updates when I feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4868791135893991193?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4868791135893991193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4868791135893991193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4868791135893991193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4868791135893991193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/unsatisfied.html' title='Unsatisfied.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8045338697079233547</id><published>2009-05-20T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:53:46.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like everyone says,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt;, blackshit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;but nobody wants to fuck you&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. You blame people for making you look stupid alone, but yet you, yourself leave us alone everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, you should just learn to &lt;u&gt;stfu&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; bs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; going to have any regrets on quitting netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curse you, bs. I hope &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fail at netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;ruined netball for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;OTHERWISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I got my Nokia XpressMusic. wooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;But blackshit ruined my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'll be happy later. :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8045338697079233547?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8045338697079233547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8045338697079233547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8045338697079233547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8045338697079233547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-everyone-says.html' title='Like everyone says,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1154762991285542363</id><published>2009-05-19T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:47:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddydaddydaddy.</title><content type='html'>He says that I'm gonna get the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;teeeeeheeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:D&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-insert spoiled brat here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1154762991285542363?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1154762991285542363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1154762991285542363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1154762991285542363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1154762991285542363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddydaddydaddy.html' title='daddydaddydaddy.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4411300252788571753</id><published>2009-05-19T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:43:41.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly,</title><content type='html'>nobody likes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Directed to a certain someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask me in school if you wanna know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with Assembly. I won the easter eggs newsletter thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prize = 1 packet of Cadbury white chocolate eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only ate 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe ate 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian ate 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura ate 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vila ate 1, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole Liew ate 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole Chin ate 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin ate 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a couple of more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot who. Sorry. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science, was fun, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Mr. Lee doesn't give a shit about us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geo, Mr. Muru didn't come. Which was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to use the computer, but the internet was shitass slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math, boring. Didn't bring my protractor again. :I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My posts are getting lamer and lamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because nothing much happens in my life. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohohoh, and after school, went in the jacuzzi with mom and dad. We were talking about our lives. .____.;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ate yummmy "baoyu" noodles. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahmg i'm a spoiled bitch ahahahhah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I'm getting hungry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta force myself to exercise tomorrow. woweee.&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/3442165719070915896-4411300252788571753?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4411300252788571753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4411300252788571753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4411300252788571753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4411300252788571753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/honestly.html' title='Honestly,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4282892881195586012</id><published>2009-05-18T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:21:20.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeeahgraphee.</title><content type='html'>Mr. Muru didn't come today.&lt;br /&gt;So we're all doing our own thing in the ICT lab. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian likes the happy song.&lt;br /&gt;"Cartoon People" / "Ka Tun Ren" by Kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian is crazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a slow day. ):&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be Friday, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play Pet Society when I go home. :D&lt;br /&gt;Like some siao person. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4282892881195586012?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4282892881195586012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4282892881195586012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4282892881195586012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4282892881195586012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/jeeahgraphee.html' title='Jeeahgraphee.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7710181782558649414</id><published>2009-05-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:57:48.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Liverpool.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for beating West Bromwich, 2-0. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nokia XpressMusic 5800, here I come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was.. meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Spongebob Squarepants now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had History test today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate History. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached school, crammed some History stuff into my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was like, panicking, because nobody studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After History was French. Ms. Perin said we had a photoshoot for French students on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to wear blue, white and red -- the colors of the France flag. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in, blue on top, white in the middle, red at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened today lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't bring my pencilbox. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT IS ALL. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a useless post, sdsfdf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-7710181782558649414?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7710181782558649414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7710181782558649414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7710181782558649414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7710181782558649414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-liverpool.html' title='I love you, Liverpool.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2345295148685555831</id><published>2009-05-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:10:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sg-pe2kkwxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wZ956VDG64U/s1600-h/randommmmm+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sg-pe2kkwxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wZ956VDG64U/s400/randommmmm+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336670430967415570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope this enlarges. Or whatever word it's called. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might stand a chance to get the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia XpressMusic 5800&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-snicker-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom wants the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iPhone&lt;/span&gt; back already. And she said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane, which phone you want again ah?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My master plan is falling into place&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyek &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nyek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; nyek&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/3442165719070915896-2345295148685555831?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2345295148685555831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2345295148685555831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2345295148685555831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2345295148685555831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sg-pe2kkwxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wZ956VDG64U/s72-c/randommmmm+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7149246431136883509</id><published>2009-05-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:56:05.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen,</title><content type='html'>to the song here in my heart -- a melody I start, but can't complete.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Listen" by Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sg1zNXtLI0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/PVDxOiKq3Xs/s200/randommmmm+024.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336047807042888514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey look, it's IKEA advertisers. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too bad I couldn't be in the photo because I was red. &gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L-R; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vila, Benjamin, Celine, Vivian, Laura, Sabrina, Sheryl, Julius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I blogged with the iPhone during Science, aka previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Vivian and Nadhirah were hiding behind Science class, blogging/listening to music/tap-tap revenge-ing/something. And Mr. Lee didn't even know. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding from the teacher in class is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadhirah and Vivian were laughing like mad when Mr. Lee almost caught us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kwok Xiong came, trying to sell us bracelets made with.. wire, Nadhirah was like ohshitohshit go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she threw 5 bucks at Kwok Xiong, and Kwok Xiong was one happy guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Nadhirah, for the bracelet. hahah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class Kwok Xiong gave back the change to Nadhirah. :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo todaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to give a card to Ms. Mayer for teacher's day, but she didn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to BS' room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First period was Math. Math was boring, like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're learning pie charts now. I didn't bring my protractor and compass, so I had to borrow from numerous people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, BM. BM was also stupid. With BS, it's always stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to go to Mr. Hasny's class to listen to syarahan-s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During break, I was buying sandwiches lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Mark was like, "OH, JANE, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA EAT! SANDWICH AND MILO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sheryl knew also. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring also. We finally finished Flour Babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg finally. after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really listen anymore during English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.E.E. blaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point, evidence, explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Drama. Ms. Mayer didn't come, as I mentioned earlier, so Mr. Williams took over. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the most shittiest drama class, because we all haven't acted in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while = 2-3 weeks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme Mr. Williams gave us was movie trailer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me, Vivian, Vila, Chloe and Laura were in a group, and we did Jaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn weird lah, because we didn't practice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the shark. Vila, Vivian and Laura were friends, and Vila wanted to go for a swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, when Vila goes for a swim, Vivian and Laura becomes the sound effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I come in. With a hand-fin. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Vivian and Laura did the dundundundundun sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thenthenthen Chloe came in, Baywatch style to save Vila when Vila screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian and Laura were supposed to say "Coming to theatres soon", but they forgot, and we all got boo-ed. hahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After drama was lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank 100plus then went to music room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno what was I doing there, but listening to bands practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thennnnn PSHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weird relief teacher came in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's weird. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like doing all those stupid random quizzes on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-7149246431136883509?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7149246431136883509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7149246431136883509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7149246431136883509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7149246431136883509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen.html' title='Listen,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sg1zNXtLI0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/PVDxOiKq3Xs/s72-c/randommmmm+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-893698273990019382</id><published>2009-05-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:34:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science class, again.</title><content type='html'>Science class is so weird. Me, Vivian and Nadhirah are hiding behind the class, playing with our iPhones and iPod touches. :D&lt;br /&gt;Go read nadhirah's blog for more info. (: I blog very slow on the iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-893698273990019382?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/893698273990019382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=893698273990019382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/893698273990019382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/893698273990019382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-class-again.html' title='Science class, again.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8619830419829869621</id><published>2009-05-13T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:32:05.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I might quit netball, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't be damned to play netball these few days. Meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just.. no mojo to play anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The team can do good without me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm useless as being WD; because I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm useless at being GS; because I just.. don't shoot well anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GA, obviously cannot. Too lazy to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C, definitely cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others, well, I'm useless. My reaction is really slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was.. meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period in Ms. Ana's class. She wasn't even there. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got late for Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to make some composition/improvisation thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Vila, Ben and Corinna were in a group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corinna's all.. blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vila &lt;strike&gt;and I&lt;/strike&gt; were doing the job, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then halfway through Music, we had to go to Tenby Square to take a photo of the whole school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole school, which means, TIS+SST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like, wooaaah duuude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was so fucking hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to wait under the sun for the teachers. Which felt like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least we got to skip some math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math, we changed our places. I sit at the back now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian has to sit in the middle in front. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kwok Xiong was calling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; a leng lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked, what omg you like her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he did the disgusted face and it looked like as if he wanted to vomit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only an idiot would think that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that someone isn't from Tenby. Vivian knows lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was break. Ate sandwich. And Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was ICT. Mr. Muru's still a total p(a)edophile, and a creep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he still thinks ICT is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ICT was D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My project's really screwed up. When I hammer one side, the other side comes out. -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today isn't really a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still hate D&amp;amp;T. ffsasdsadsfddsf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After D&amp;amp;T was lunch. Ate fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaaaannn. English was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school was netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, me, Sabrina, Ji Jie and Ashley were singing and doing weird stuff in the b'ball court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Sabrina were nerds. :D *uses inhaler*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurhuhruhrr -snort-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Ana was late, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So played game lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went home and EXERCISED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8619830419829869621?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8619830419829869621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8619830419829869621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8619830419829869621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8619830419829869621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think.html' title='I think..'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-991847217230143817</id><published>2009-05-11T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:50:10.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made my decision.</title><content type='html'>I am going to enter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;solo singing&lt;/span&gt; the Tenby's Got Talent thing.&lt;div&gt;I know, it sounds crazy -- and I'm not that good in singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously there's people who are much more better than me, but hey, try lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just afraid that I might freak out, like I did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tongue practically got stuck in my throat; I couldn't sing for shitz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no confidence, that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad said; just imagine the audience as "blocks of wood".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to do that, because, when you look at the people.. it's just.. people. Not inanimate objects. You see them moving. Inanimate objects &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, in order to build my confidence, I have to do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eg. sing. solo. numero uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. So.. today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had the photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, what in the living assfuckshit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be on THURSDAY. And they postponed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom cut my bangs yesterday.. horribly. I'm sorry mom, but.. it looks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's above my eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of me having bangs are to cover my horrendous eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, have you seen my eyebrows? They're horribly thick and scattered. Mmph. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my mom enjoyed being a hairstylist on Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;A very bad one&lt;/span&gt;. -cough-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the bad hair day, first subject was History. We went to the hall to practice our assembly. Nothing much. Wayne was making farting noises with the mic. The mic supposedly costs RM800, but it looks nothing like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For French, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because we learned, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;gouter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;a du chocolat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means, we tasted chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More like gobble them while they're still there. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many varieties of chocolate. Delicious. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was our photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that was break. Didn't feel hungry, so just bought the soya bean drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break.. was.. uhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was boring. I don't really like English anymore, because it's getting a little boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we do is learn about Flour Babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.. we have been doing Flour Babies for a long time already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna learn something new.. :I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was downloading stuff on my iPhone and talking to Cik Norul on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;fring&lt;/span&gt;. Then she had to go for her class. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Lee doesn't care about us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever we do, he's always blur and he's.. weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must our Science teachers be weird? eg. Ms. Chang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Lim, which have never taught me before, was a good teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she had to go teach SST. Boo. So we have the shitty teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Science was lunch. Lunch, ate sandwich and drank Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get diabetes, lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. Did nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bryant likes to eat lollipops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian says that he will get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;tang yao bing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he always eats lollipops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he was eating the X/XL lollipop, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to use the sander/hand sander/something to sand my project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, Mr. Bryant was demonstrating the hand sander. Then when he switched it on, he said, "This thing vibrates like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny lah. Then Vila kept making dirty jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hand sander seriously &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;vibrates like a mother&lt;/span&gt;. It was like... BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hand felt numb after I used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that sounded kinda wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhhhhh. Okkkaaaaay, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, stayed back for choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really blur during choir, because I just joined and I dunno what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mr. Williams made me play the xylophone thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Chloe at the back alone. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing nothing but simply playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, drank ice Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then read newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theeeeennnn, shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then rant to my mother about my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much lah, when I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done a decent blog post, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-991847217230143817?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/991847217230143817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=991847217230143817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/991847217230143817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/991847217230143817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-made-my-decision.html' title='I&apos;ve made my decision.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4228435233207824535</id><published>2009-05-08T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:32:26.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I hear is ay ya ya ya ya,</title><content type='html'>you're talking way too much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlee Simpson, "Outta My Head (Ay Ya Ya)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was okay today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, I can't be damned to continue my previous posts and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period in Ms Ana's class, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was Math. Stupid Math. Stupid stem and leaf graph thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like sleeping the whole day. Seriously. My eyes were so fucking dry and I wanted to dig them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was BM. Ms. Ana is batshit crazy. She has eyes like a hawk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't wanna post the drama here, because it's quite long, and I.. well.. can't be damned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was Break. Ate hashbrowns (again and again) and 100Plus. I drank the 100plus because I thought it would give me more energy to study, but it's bs. 100Plus does not work for me. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was English. Finished drawing the poster, which was Mrs. Martin. We tried to make her look old, but kinda.. failed. Even with the wrinkles and stuff, she looks quite young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was Drama/PSHE/whatever. Went to the drama room. Ms. Mayer left with a few people, and everyone was pretty much goofing off. Vila and Chloe were strutting like models, and doing the Beyonce. It was damn hilarious lah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Lunch. Lunch.. just lepak-ing around the school. It was so bloody hot. Plus, I already changed into my jeans and shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeans in the hot sun = bloody fucking hot until you feel like burning sssssssssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those Tenby trees need to grow, pronto. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to the art room. ahmg the art room was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stayed there with Vivian to chillax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to the hall, where we had to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, Ms. Mayer was in a bad mood when the presentations were bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Syafiq kena scolded by Ms. Mayer because when he sang, he sounded "like a cartoon character".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Mayer doesn't have any mercy, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Ms. Mayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to study History. blpft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to design the class page shit. blpft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to fail my History. blpft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to fail Science because of the eversoblur Mr. Lee. blpft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLPFT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4228435233207824535?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4228435233207824535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4228435233207824535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4228435233207824535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4228435233207824535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-hear-is-ay-ya-ya-ya-ya.html' title='All I hear is ay ya ya ya ya,'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2366456015447245827</id><published>2009-05-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:41:33.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT time.</title><content type='html'>I finished my work, so Mr. Muru allowed me to do anything on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;So bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Science is boring, ICT is boring.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why do we have to learn ICT? What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;All we do is just use the Internet. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like we're gonna tear the computer apart and put back everything again.&lt;br /&gt;We use the computer for leisure, and work, but we don't have to learn CPU and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;strong&gt;There is no point in having ICT. Zero. &lt;em&gt;Nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ranting, because I hate Mr. Muru.&lt;br /&gt;Him and his.. face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to flirt with Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;Which is creepy, because it makes him sound like a &lt;strong&gt;pedophile&lt;/strong&gt;. "Micheal Jackson," quipped Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Muru is a pedo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may turn up being a computer fixer person thing, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;I have better plans. &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion:&lt;strong&gt; ICT is stupid, Mr. Muru = pedo, I need to decide what I want to be when I grow up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2366456015447245827?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2366456015447245827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2366456015447245827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2366456015447245827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2366456015447245827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ict-time.html' title='ICT time.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5656944487680774694</id><published>2009-05-03T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:43:04.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science is not cool.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr lee doesn't care about us. Lol. I'm gonna fail science. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5656944487680774694?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5656944487680774694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5656944487680774694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5656944487680774694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5656944487680774694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-is-not-cool.html' title='Science is not cool.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4922841397160207141</id><published>2009-05-03T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:05:22.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs stuck in my head.</title><content type='html'>.. many.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently it's "No Promises" by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shane Ward&lt;/span&gt;, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it Shane Ward? I dunno. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super full + super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update later, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go sauna-ing soon. Burn away all the fats I consumed just now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4922841397160207141?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4922841397160207141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4922841397160207141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4922841397160207141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4922841397160207141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/songs-stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Songs stuck in my head.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-159938164877398943</id><published>2009-05-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:32:17.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only 1 way, 2 say, 3 words 4 you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;; 1, 2, 3, 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, why am I posting sappy love songs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not exactly sappy, but.. eh, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Labour Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring lah, at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma's off to China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think my aunt [gu gu] is coming over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dunno when, I don't even think she's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried calling her, but to no avail. She's not answering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY, PLEASE TRY LATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY, PLEASE TRY LATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY, PLEASE TRY LATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my mom and dad. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took my camera. -grunt-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want time to pass fasterrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ways to make time pass faster:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. Play Pokemon Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG. Seriously. I've been playing it for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole bloody day&lt;/span&gt; today. And I didn't even notice it was time to eat dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most simple way to make time pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sit in front of the TV, and start stoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to find something interesting to do; like go on YouTube or Wikipedia. Wikipedia = gain more knowledge while&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; membazirkan masa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. Think of things to beg/buy/get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see.. more cup noodles, Nokia XpressMusic 5800.. oh hey it's 12am already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to cut my fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nobody can bring me out to cut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my driver is on holiday, and my parents forbid me to go out because of the "7-year-old-boy-case-in-Bandar-Utama".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have to stay at home and be a stoner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma is being very cranky now; because my uncle's gf isn't here to pick her up to her house yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cranky grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-159938164877398943?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/159938164877398943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=159938164877398943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/159938164877398943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/159938164877398943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-only-1-way-2-say-3-words-4-you.html' title='There&apos;s only 1 way, 2 say, 3 words 4 you;'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5081255678022549993</id><published>2009-04-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:43:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon Platinum.</title><content type='html'>Currently addicted to it. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a geek now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not done with the game yet. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only Pokemon game I ever finished was Pokemon Emerald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love Emerald. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to play it on my pink Gameboy Advance SP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad it got given away to one of my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I have this DS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was leveling up my Pokemon just now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 of them evolved;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staravia -&gt; Staraptor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shellos -&gt; Gastrodon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm exhausteddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to level my Ponyta up tomorrow. &gt;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's at lvl32 now, and it only evolves until it's lvl40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, why in the world am I talking about Pokemon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you're not interested in Pokemon. So... um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parent Teacher Conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehahawhh. My mom and dad are in Europe, so they can't go talk to my teacherss. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummmmm. There's nothing else to talk about now. I'm bloody exhausted. My eyes are getting.. sempit-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5081255678022549993?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5081255678022549993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5081255678022549993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5081255678022549993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5081255678022549993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/pokemon-platinum.html' title='Pokemon Platinum.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8574949500425521786</id><published>2009-04-25T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:45:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd.</title><content type='html'>I exercised today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; my parents nagging me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 minutes on the crosstraining machine (like cycling, only standing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 mins of warmups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 mins on misc. exercises (crunches and all that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's something wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway; my mom called me yesterday, from Taiwan, but I didn't pick up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bloody phone was on silent mode! Arrrgghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm reverting back to my old self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means, procrastinating and sitting my ass down on the computer all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, okay, I still have a little nerd in me. Like, I finished my homework on Friday in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes. I'm frequently sitting my ass on the comp all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna try to eat Caesar salad &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's a desperate attempt to make me thinner. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I'm going to take my braces out next month. Whoo! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already confirmed, so I'm effin' excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dammit. If only my fat would 'run away' like the medicine thing in the Dr. Who movie thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except, maybe not disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8574949500425521786?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8574949500425521786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8574949500425521786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8574949500425521786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8574949500425521786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/odd.html' title='Odd.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-175857552926209240</id><published>2009-04-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:24:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchel Musso.</title><content type='html'>Adorable. ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plays Oliver in Hannah Montana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sings&lt;/span&gt;. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I like his hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I like weird people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Heeeeeheeeeeee. ♥♥&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/3442165719070915896-175857552926209240?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/175857552926209240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=175857552926209240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/175857552926209240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/175857552926209240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/mitchel-musso.html' title='Mitchel Musso.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2259637997345282181</id><published>2009-04-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:03:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put&lt;/span&gt; in your shirt!"&lt;div&gt;-stupid SST teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; in, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuck&lt;/span&gt; in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday.. was a pretty fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period in Ms. Ana's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin brought those gummy things to school. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks disgusting when you eat it, but it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math was boring lah, because Mr. Kannaparan was teaching simple stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Math riddles he gave us were fun. I got one of them right! Wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But many people got it. So I'm not that special. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Math was BM. BM was boring, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't bring my book. Ms. Ana was in a good mood, so she didn't care lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM, break. Break, went to help Benedict type his flour baby project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then grabbed hashbrowns and went for English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always eat hashbrowns for break. Not good for health, but hey, it's good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a special student coming to our class, his name was Cameron. His dad came to visit, so he came also, and he's from the Penang Tenby, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's adorable. And he's an angmoh. And he's 13-going-on-14. But he looks like he's 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, during English, Elisha and Corinna were flirting with him. Hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, all we did was read Flour Babies and do some questions on the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was PSHE/Drama/dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Printed the badges/bookmarks for our assembly.. then I had to follow Ms. Mayer around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First to the Drama room, Ms. Mayer checked on the guys who played the drums. I had to put the papers into the laminating sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, to the hall, to check on the singing. Stayed there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was lunch. Ate a sandwich and drank Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to the football field to watch people play football with Chloe and Vila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I didn't have much to do. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then jalan-ed around. Was a very hot day. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't know where to go, so went to talk with Vivian, Nadhirah, Sabrina and Sheryl for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then that stupid teacher came lah. Ooooh, put in your shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I go say it's TUCK IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was damn dumb at that moment, could've ran to the toilet to "tuck" in my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was dumb-Jane mode that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tucked in high-high, then went away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucked out after that lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the teacher came back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabrina was like, "SHE'S BACK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I ran to the hall toilet and hid there with Vivian and Vila. hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kinda retarded lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the hall after that for a rehearsal of the assembly, until school was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngeh. Then that's all lah. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now, my parents might be in the plane to Eastern Europe already. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to go, but I thought, I have school. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye, mommy and daddy. Have a safe trip! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2259637997345282181?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2259637997345282181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2259637997345282181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2259637997345282181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2259637997345282181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-you.html' title='&quot;Hey, you!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4657970552658756790</id><published>2009-04-23T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:27:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's look at my teachers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Starting from.. Ms. Mayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Mayer is our HRT. She also teaches History, PSHE and Drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a lisp - is that what it's called? - or something. She can't pronounce "s" properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she's in a good mood, she's alright. But when you get her into a bad mood, oops, you're screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Kannaparan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math teacher. He's okay lah. He just stands weirdly. He likes to.. um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do the Mr. Bean dance. Without moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(crotch out stance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Clayton;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English teacher. She's nice, and I like her British accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, she gets pissed at our class because we're too noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bryant;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&amp;amp;T teacher. D&amp;amp;T is like Kemahiran Hidup. Only more complicated, as you have to research wooden.. stuff. And it's in English. [building bridges, making wood joints etc]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bryant is scary, with his scars and protruding belly; and he gets annoyed quickly when we "goof off". Maybe it's because he doesn't want our arms sliced off the machinery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Perin;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French and PE teacher. She's fierce. And sarcastic; but she's funny, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she gave most of us detention next Monday for doing bad in her test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Murugan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICT and Geography teacher. Remember him? Yeah, he's the teacher from KDU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually do nothing during ICT. Go on Facebook and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets pissed off when we go on Facebook though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Ong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's alright. But she gets pissed at our class sometimes, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art is fun here though. The school has art supplies, and you don't have to do boring stuff like paint with Poster color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Lee;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new Science teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's weird. And he's NOT my uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to add BM terms into his sentences. (aka a true Malaysian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know how to do, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Ana;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Ms. Mayer, she can be nice if she felt like it. But when she's angry, you're screwed also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has a death stare. Her eyeballs look like as if they would pop out whenever she stares at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Williams;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's okay lah. He's a bit.. gay though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super skinny, soft voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is kinda fun sometimes, because when he gives us time to "practice", we usually play, practice, talk, lepak around the music room. When he comes into the room, act serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You now have an insight look on my teachers. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me crazy, but I like swimming in Tenby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to ponteng swimming in KDU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to play water polo here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then we play with the rules lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4657970552658756790?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4657970552658756790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4657970552658756790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4657970552658756790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4657970552658756790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-look-at-my-teachers.html' title='Let&apos;s look at my teachers.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1668279302749556994</id><published>2009-04-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:23:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be mine.. soon.</title><content type='html'>Forget the chihuahua.&lt;div&gt;I want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadgetmobile.com/media/2008/10/nokia-5800-ofc-07-sm.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 420px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia 5800 XpressMusic&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3G function; so I can bring it overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plays music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touchscreen. (QWERTY keyboard &amp;amp; numpad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is about to take back the iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I'm gonna beg my ass off for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my old phone is shitty already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Sony Ericsson w510i. Or 610i. Or something. I forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah.. it's already shitty; and the Walkman logo on it, the dot after the W is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I succeed in begging my ass off. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1668279302749556994?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1668279302749556994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1668279302749556994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1668279302749556994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1668279302749556994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-will-be-mine-soon.html' title='This will be mine.. soon.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-891334745323523559</id><published>2009-04-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:05:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri KDU Open Day.</title><content type='html'>Quite boring, meh.&lt;div&gt;Lepak, lepak, lepak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the performances in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watched the cheerleading performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. And went to see Agnes, Xiao Ying &amp;amp; Sze Yan at their store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired now. Nothing to watch on TV. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-891334745323523559?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/891334745323523559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=891334745323523559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/891334745323523559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/891334745323523559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sri-kdu-open-day.html' title='Sri KDU Open Day.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6742300525723975444</id><published>2009-04-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:31:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stuck at home, eating salad, yet again.</title><content type='html'>Ah well. At least it helps me lose a little weight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with form period; Ms. Mayer told us about the assembly thing we had to do. Recycle, environment, etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was math. Boooorrriiing. Had test for math. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Malay; Ms. Ana scolded me for not completing my essay, and changed most of the students' places. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was break. Break, ate hashbrowns and drank apple juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was English. booorrriiinggggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flour babies again. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was Drama. But Ms Mayer asked us to go to different places to practice our assembly thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Vivian went to the hall to practice the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really doing anything, because I only had to play at the end of the assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is Somewhere Over The Rainbow. The chorus only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I dunno how the other parts go like. idk. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wore contacts, for the fun of it. I wanted to wear this morning, but woke up too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch; ate some Danish pastry thing and drank jelly drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we [Vila, Chloe, Vivian and I] went to the hall. We were playing lah, flinging the shoes around. And then, I kicked really hard, until the shoe flew up to the projector machine thing up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got stuck there. On top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like.. OH FUCK! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody was laughing like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Vivian helped me ask the admin lady to ask the maintainence guy to take my shoe down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corrina came in, and called more people in to look at my shoe. wtf man. -_____-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More people laughed at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I followed Vivian to the admin to ask the lady again. Then just nice the maintainence guy game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was like.. wooooah. When he saw my shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he went to take photos of my shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF MANNNN. I was like, NOOO! DON'T! SO EMBARASSING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it ends up in the school newspaper, blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he took my shoe down with a ladder and with a.. i dunno. 10m long pole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I got my shoe back. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then practice lah. I was there lepak-ing only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So were Chloe and Vila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian played What a Wonderful World on the piano, and Syafiq &amp;amp; Wayne sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they had no clue on how to sing the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then blahblahblah, went home, fed the fish with prawns, etc showered, lepak-ed, ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too lazy to blog now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hgggggg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6742300525723975444?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6742300525723975444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6742300525723975444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6742300525723975444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6742300525723975444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-stuck-at-home-eating-salad-yet-again.html' title='I&apos;m stuck at home, eating salad, yet again.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7438895671588534524</id><published>2009-04-16T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:33:33.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Amanda.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna sleep soon. And I'm bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;001. Real Name: Jane&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): hantumilo; Jane Unappropriate Lee; Janey; Jane Jane&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 14 years old&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope : Leo&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: Q Dees? KDU Primary? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School: Sri KDU Primary&lt;br /&gt;008. High School: Sri KDU Secondary School; Tenby International School&lt;br /&gt;009. College School: Harvard. Haha, no, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Dark brown?&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or Short: Medium-ish.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Sometimes loud, sometimes quiet.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Phone. Camera. Both. Camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: No. But I'm forced to eat salad almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Can't survive without both.&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: I want one.&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social : Anti-social; but when there's no choice, social.&lt;br /&gt;022. First piercing: Ears. Still have 'em.&lt;br /&gt;0023. First relationship : Never had one.&lt;br /&gt;024. First Best Friend: Jun Jun. Since when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;025. First Award: Q-Dees sports day, I think.&lt;br /&gt;026. First Kiss : Jun Jun. Harhar. It was like.. when I was 3.&lt;br /&gt;027. First Pet: Rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;028. First Big Vacation: Japan, I think.&lt;br /&gt;029. First Love at first sight : I dunno. Money.&lt;br /&gt;030. First Big Birthday: I dunno. Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Currently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Saliva.&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level : Um, I'm kinda in a no-go-mood now. So, 0%. &lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: My parents conversing.&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Sleep..&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting to: Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: Gonna drop dead and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: My flour baby; Salvatore.&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?: Um, sure. I'd probably hate going through pregnancy though.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married?: Sure. If I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind?: Yes; maybe something to do with art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes : Eyes. Lips are fine too.&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny?: Funny. Gotta cheer me up when I'm in a shitty mood.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller?: Taller, of course.&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?: Both.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?: Both.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: Who the heck wants abs with flabby arms? Not me. So, both.&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?: If there's no choice, sensitive. Loud, you'd just embarrass yourself. Sensitive, ummm. You'd hurt his feelings. So. No.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?: Troublemaker. Neither. IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: No.&lt;br /&gt;82. Held a gun/knife for self defence: No.&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: No, why would I?&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken some one's heart: No.&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe In&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: Eh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: No. Miracles are usually bullshit and should remain in cliche love stories.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight : Not really.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yeah, sure. We'll see when we die.&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: Never did.&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: Used to. Until I was like, 6.&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date : It depends.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone dead: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Naw.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now?: Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God: Hm, sure.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;-myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;-i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;-moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tags are boring. I'm gonna sleep. Night.&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/3442165719070915896-7438895671588534524?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7438895671588534524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7438895671588534524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7438895671588534524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7438895671588534524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-amanda.html' title='Tagged by Amanda.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3387302963197872215</id><published>2009-04-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:06:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, my dear Maxis USB Broadband.</title><content type='html'>Fuck you, Celcom USB Broadband.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got new internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's pretty fast. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally maaaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3387302963197872215?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3387302963197872215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3387302963197872215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3387302963197872215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3387302963197872215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-my-dear-maxis-usb-broadband.html' title='I love you, my dear Maxis USB Broadband.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2100450641109844735</id><published>2009-04-12T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:42:00.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel healthy.</title><content type='html'>I went into the sauna for a pretty long time, and I sweat like a hippo.&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't sweat red blood-looking stuff, but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sweating like hell in the sauna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then drink water, then go in the sauna again. And that continued for 4-5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, took a nice shower, and ate Caesar salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, god. Caesar salad. With small avocado pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a lamb. Chomp, chomp, chomp.. swallow; chomp, chomp, chomp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baaaaa-urp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School reopens tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new car hasn't arrived yet. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That bloody dude who sold us the car said the car had to go through some steps or something. It's imported from Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's Mazda CX-9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. It's to replace the old, worn out Toyota Alphard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Alphard is already "outdated". Now, the new Alphards triumph around with their turnable seats. But the bad thing about the newer generation of Alphards are, they're getting smaller and smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. Our old Alphard is already sold to my dad's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the big car already. It can store big people; e.g. me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaand, KDU won for the Hitz.fm Archuleta contest. Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, Tenby, had no chance of winning; because our school is tiny compared to KDU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to KDU though; more students are gonna go to your school and study. Mrs. Chan would be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topic change&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a Chihuahua/Pomeranian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, you ask? What for? Such dogs with big eyes that look like they're about to explode?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason is; I'm not that sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like the teeny-tinyness. You know, it can run around in my room and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to train it, like.. be agressive when I ask it to. So when somebody I dislike comes over, I will make the Chihuahua/Pomeranian act like as if it had rabies and start being.. um. Rabies-full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chihuahua is good, because;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has veryx3 short.. hair. I have sinus. So it won't really affect me when it's in the same room as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louie, my cat, causes me to be sick (nose block, nose leaking, nose etc etc sneezing) whenever he sleeps with me. Next morning, woop, I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chihuahuas are also known to be kinda agressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And "fiercely loyal one particular owner", and "easily provoked to attack", as quoted from Wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this picture; also from Wikipedia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fc/Killer_Chihuahua.jpg/655px-Killer_Chihuahua.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 655px; height: 599px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh. The description says: "Killer Chihuahua".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man.. the eyes are starting to creep me out a bit. Um. Okaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. The downside of the Chihuahua is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look kinda ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know.. big creepy eyes, huge ears, tiny body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, they get very hyper sometimes. They'll be very noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.. the Pomeranian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same as the Chihuahua, only fluffier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they shed. Bleeggggh. I don't want dog fur over my bedsheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or into my nose. Where I will suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. I dunno lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will take tons of convincing to get my dad to get me a teacup-ish puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels good acting like a spoiled brat, hnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2100450641109844735?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2100450641109844735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2100450641109844735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2100450641109844735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2100450641109844735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-healthy.html' title='I feel healthy.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4627843657156406944</id><published>2009-04-08T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:05:56.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, sweet home.</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Malaysia, yowz.&lt;div&gt;I couldn't use the internet in Hong Kong, because the internet in the hotel.. well, for 1 hour is 70HKD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's like, almost 35 bucks. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For only 1 hour. That's bullshit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 120HKD for 24 hours. Fucking ripoff, because I can't use 24 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go shopping, okay. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided not to use internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lasted 2 days without internet. Oh, the agony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I bought tons of stuff in Hong Kong. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad Vivian's mom was recovering, so she couldn't go HK. Ah well. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat eat eat, buy buy buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a bright yellow jacket from Uniclo in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. I love Uniclo. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought TONS of other stuff, but I kinda forgot, because it's kinda late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm kinda tired. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm gonna go sleep now. Ugh. I wanna take out all my new clothes tomorrow. Weeeheeeee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4627843657156406944?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4627843657156406944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4627843657156406944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4627843657156406944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4627843657156406944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, sweet home.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1740050346689348682</id><published>2009-04-05T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:18:15.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop. (:</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Akihabara &amp;amp; Uedo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some stuff that I bought. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/SdhoqXiLVAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uExShMgjITM/s320/DSC_1934.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321118036819399682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huge (dj-ish) headphones. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sdhop7gar5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/PgNDWtmWO-0/s320/DSC_1933.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321118029295824786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toon Link tee. :D Even though I suck at the Legend of Zelda games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/SdhojRnPSEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dK9elU15ACY/s320/DSC_1932.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321117914970933314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VANS! Omg. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/SdhoePVR2ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eWvPw8vgKMU/s320/DSC_1935.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321117828459387282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burberry hat &amp;amp; hanky. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought more stuff, but malas to take more pictures and upload lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legs are super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow. I won't be meeting Vivian cuz her mom's sick. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1740050346689348682?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1740050346689348682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1740050346689348682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1740050346689348682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1740050346689348682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/shop.html' title='Shop. (:'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/SdhoqXiLVAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uExShMgjITM/s72-c/DSC_1934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6523828992984035782</id><published>2009-04-03T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:15:10.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello bello.</title><content type='html'>I'm in Japan now, with high-speed internet! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually reached yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we reached the hotel at 1am Japan time yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1am here = 12am in M'sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was tiring lah. So we woke up at 8 today, and eat breakfast. My gu gu (aunt? dad's younger sister?) lost her passport. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we found it in the end, so no worries. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we walked around like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg. Train rides, to and fro, and walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My legs are about to explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fat legs cannot tahan this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we did get to see sakura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which are cherry blossoms. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're really beautiful, and "kua zhang".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really. It's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were cherry blossoms EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just get kinda sick after looking at them for continuous hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up with my brother's friends and teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a pretty fun day lah, because it's kinda exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no sweating, because it's cold. Fail. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6523828992984035782?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6523828992984035782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6523828992984035782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6523828992984035782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6523828992984035782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-bello.html' title='Hello bello.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8126682836232578255</id><published>2009-04-01T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:24:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revoir.</title><content type='html'>Kinda hard to believe that today is the last day of Term 2.&lt;div&gt;It's actually my first term in Tenby, but yeah, it's Term 2. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've met many people. Old friends. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, was the last day lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off with.. form period. In Ms. Ana's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our reports back. I think mine was alright lah. I'm still a new student, so I don't really care. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Music. Mr. Williams April Fool'ed us. Twice/thrice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played Mary Had A Little Lamb on the xylophone thing. I partnered with Vivian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite fun la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Music, Math. I finished my homework, like a nerdy-werdy like I am. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole and Antony got scolded my Mr. Kannaparan cuz they didn't finish their work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kena written in the diary. Uh-oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I have no merits or any bad comments in my diary. Nerd alert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,  not really nerd, because I don't have any merits. 0 merits, wooohooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then break time, drank Milo. I'm gonna die of diabetes very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After break was.. um. ICT. ICT we could do anything except Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we weren't supposed to go on Blogger also, but don't care lah. Read a few blogs, and Vivian went to a few shop websites -- Abercrombie and Fitch, Juicy Couture, Thomas Sabo. Why, you ask? Because we're planning where to shop when we meet in Hong Kong. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna meet in Hong Kong. Really coincidential. We're staying in the same hotel also. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going shopping with her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fei-lat-gai-mou. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ICT was D&amp;amp;T. Sheryl/Vivian said that Mr. Bryant wasn't coming for the whole week, but he came today. He was sick for 2 days, and he lost weight! Really leh. His stomach was like.. deflated a bit. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he was quite in a good mood. He said because it was the last day, so he allowed us to watch a movie in the lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Doctor Who. omg. It's the shittiest movie I've ever watched in my life. Next to High School Musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.. it's just stupid lah. To me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some lady, wanting people to lose weight, and the fats literally run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the person disappears/explodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um.. yeah.. okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, blabla. Did my English h/w in Library, which is the summary of Chapter 4 of Flour Babies. Many people didn't do the h/w. Have to use P.E.E. (Point, evidence, explanation). I didn't care about that, I just answer in sentences lah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lunch was English. Mrs. Clayton wants us to buy a 1kg flour sack (as a h/w), give it a name, give it a face, and bring it on the 13th of April. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to be a parent. We have to take care of a bloody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flour sack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we even have to dress it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaaah. Dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we have to write diary entries for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we get to use it after the project. Heh.. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Ginn's class had to take care of eggs last time. And we have to take care of a 1kg pack of flour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it doesn't break easily.. bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the way home in the car, my mom called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M for mom, J for Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M; Jane! Daddy's office got problem, so the Japan trip is postponed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J; Happy April Fools! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M; Ei? How did you know I was lying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J; I smart mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M; Cheeey. Ok lah. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J; WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M; What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J; At home got food or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at home, there was chicken rice for me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already ate chicken rice in school during Lunch. So. Uhhhhh. I'm fat lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I lost 1kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehahawhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow. Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get outta the house at 7am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reaching Jepun at around 8pm. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeeee. Can't contain this exciiitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8126682836232578255?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8126682836232578255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8126682836232578255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8126682836232578255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8126682836232578255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/04/au-revoir.html' title='Au revoir.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6192354233881377368</id><published>2009-03-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:00:42.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. mahgawd.</title><content type='html'>2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-twitch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Having Geography now. I think we're allowed to do anything we want. Awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done packing my stuff for Japan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy:&lt;br /&gt;Something for Ji Young.&lt;br /&gt;Pencil for Vivian?&lt;br /&gt;Armwarmers?&lt;br /&gt;Headphones.&lt;br /&gt;Something... just something. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to get the school report thingy tomorrow. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Even if I know I'm gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay right? Because I'm a (January) student here. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6192354233881377368?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6192354233881377368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6192354233881377368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6192354233881377368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6192354233881377368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-mahgawd.html' title='oh. mahgawd.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-583887696719294677</id><published>2009-03-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:25:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BangBangBangs.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got bangs.&lt;div&gt;Kinda surprising, aye. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea why I wanted bangs. I wanted change, like Obama. (lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite alright with the result. Look a few times then you'll get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sc91hASM4XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Mlf-9F5W-QM/s320/211023.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318598894820319602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blocked my face out because it(my face) is hideous. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bangs are kinda retarded though, because my hair is not thick enough at the front. It's not behaving. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's kinda annoying, cuz you just feel like there's something on your forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it's blocking my huge forehead and bushy eyebrows. And pimples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I'm gonna be more pimples, because all the oil is gonna seep through my forehead and making it oily, and smelly, and pimple-y. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I just wish I had freckles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible pimples. Just teasing me, wanting me to scratch them. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how people's reactions will be like in school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be pretty awkward..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days. Began packing my stuff already. Foo-wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-583887696719294677?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/583887696719294677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=583887696719294677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/583887696719294677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/583887696719294677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangbangbangs.html' title='BangBangBangs.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sc91hASM4XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Mlf-9F5W-QM/s72-c/211023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3887475869265046875</id><published>2009-03-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:29:21.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there.</title><content type='html'>5 more days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how time seems to pass by so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three more schooling days and we're gonna be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And two more months until these braces get off my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's almost four months being in Tenby. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I tell you that I have been eating salad for dinner for days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. I'm about to get sick of eating Caesar salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Anne jie: Remember the Caesar salad sauce you found in Cold Storage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANNOT FIND ANYMORE. And that bottle that you gave me finished. That sauce was damn good. It was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; for Caesar salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm stuck with some disgusting sour sauce. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Italian Caesar salad sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blerarhg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-3887475869265046875?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3887475869265046875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3887475869265046875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3887475869265046875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3887475869265046875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6125085846075815092</id><published>2009-03-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:35:28.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolahhh.</title><content type='html'>So, today was an alright day lah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning in Ms Ana's class, Ms Mayer asked Vivian to pass around a list on who's participating in the "Earth Hour" thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a "Yes" column, and a "Maybe" column.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, I dunno whether I'm participating or not lah, so I put in the "Maybe" column.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Yes" column was full with the whole class' names, except mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine was the only one in the "Maybe" column. So I felt really retarded lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just now, I asked my mom, then she's like "Yeah, we should participate lah. Switch off light only mah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got our reports to arrange and stuff. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results sucked ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction: It sucked donkey ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno lah, whatever. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went for Music. Music was fun today. We didn't have to use the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, we used some xylophone thingy. It's so coooool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to like, simply play lah. Pyt.. something scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG EWW MY MOM BURPED DURIAN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EWLAGKASLKDMSLDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She closed her mouth and went out of my room to burp, then come back in, and it smells like.. like.. DIGESTED DURIAN! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to the story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun. We had to go in a loop and play, and if we go out of tune/accidentally hit the wood part, then we're out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Music, was.. uhh.. umm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math. Yes, Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math.. we had to do some gradient thing. Graphs and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blehg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math, then Break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break, drank Milo and ate hashbrowns. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hashbrowns were good today. CRUNCHHHAAAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, ICT. I blogged during ICT. Because I was shit bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read: previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ICT was D&amp;amp;T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Bryant wasn't here. Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ms Ana relief us in the D&amp;amp;T lab, and we could do any damn thing we wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teaching Corrina and Sophie "Check Yes Juliet", playing the Impossible Quiz thing, arm wrestling, and walking around and stuff lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys in our class are pretty damn strong. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after D&amp;amp;T was Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, grabbed a piece of some redbean bread thing and went to the basketball court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; kept shooting glances at Vila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vila has an ad-mi-rer! &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Benedict was purposely putting his crotch on the net fence thing. Edmund was aiming the ball at Benedict's crotch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few failed attempts, it actually shot his crotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Lunch, English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was boring lah, but I like Mrs Clayton. She's nice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody was like.. sleeping during English, because Mrs Clayton was reading out loud on Flour Babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't paying attention. Just read until page 100+ when she's at page 40-50 only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After English was netball. Ji Young was dancing to a Girls Generation song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goes something like.. "no no no no no"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea. But I've seen the MV for it before. Biiiig group. And catchy song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then played netball lahh. Nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm bored of blogging now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k lost interest bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6125085846075815092?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6125085846075815092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6125085846075815092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6125085846075815092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6125085846075815092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sekolahhh.html' title='Sekolahhh.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6094604670031452764</id><published>2009-03-24T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:45:40.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In school, blogging, again.</title><content type='html'>I didn't use the comp yesterday because I was malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, bleeeeh. Lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having ICT now. Yeah. Learning something called Scratch.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's still Break or something now, since not much people are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian's beside me again, watching.. "Boys over Flowers."&lt;br /&gt;It's a Korean remake of the famous "Meteor Garden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a drama, of course.&lt;br /&gt;And you know.. Korea does better in drama. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, "Boys over Flowers" is kinda famous now.. in Tenby, at least.&lt;br /&gt;One actress died from an accident. So, I guess they stopped on Episode 18 or 19, says Vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bell kinda rung, and people are coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, bored, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days. Foooo.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes kinda fast, don'tcha think? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got netball later.&lt;br /&gt;Stay back until 3:30 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Nadhirah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6094604670031452764?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6094604670031452764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6094604670031452764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6094604670031452764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6094604670031452764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-school-blogging-again.html' title='In school, blogging, again.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8451907419061480494</id><published>2009-03-23T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:29:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days.</title><content type='html'>Stilllll countin'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school now, Geography. I don't understand a thing, because I don't listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm just like.. uhhhh whatever. I dunno what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I go read other people's blogs. I am downright ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what Industry shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chang came today, wearing dunno what kind of zip-in-front skirt.&lt;br /&gt;It always looks unzipped for some reason. Her stomach makes it look unzipped. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking sick, it REALLY looks like it's unzipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start listening during Geo. I cannot pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;And Vivian is like, staring at me blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody looking at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA? WANT TO FIGHT AH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll go start a gunfight now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8451907419061480494?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8451907419061480494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8451907419061480494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8451907419061480494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8451907419061480494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-more-days.html' title='9 more days.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-7411268057095431928</id><published>2009-03-22T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:05:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 more days.</title><content type='html'>11 more effin' days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to Japan now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeebus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-7411268057095431928?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7411268057095431928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=7411268057095431928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7411268057095431928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/7411268057095431928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-more-days.html' title='11 more days.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2955739483989813203</id><published>2009-03-20T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:24:14.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody MSN.</title><content type='html'>MSN isn't behaving.&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to log in MSN for a long time. About 4 days already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had no choice, but to use eBuddy. Oh, fun. I miss my MSN. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I just finished my essay/story/thing. Nyoho. Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was due today, but I told Mrs. Clayton that I'll pass up on Monday, because I didn't see the question properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it's not a stupid excuse, because it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am like.. super nerd now lah. HYUK HYUK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, my dad says we're going to Bentong or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the waterfall, with Uncle Joe &amp;amp; family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Tung, Robin, Yee Juan, Aunty Besiam, Uncle Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they're bringing nasi lemak! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. I don't think I should eat that much. This week, I ate nasi lemak like.. 3 times. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Not healthy. Blehg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to bring my camera tomorrow, see whether can take nice shots or not. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope there aren't any leeches. I am afraid of leeches. I get paranoid when a leech wiggles on my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shudder-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really. It's disgusting. Thank god it didn't suck my blood. Bloody leech. I couldn't sleep that time. Because, I had a fear that leeches will come and suck my delicious, fat, juicy legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school today was alright, like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark's presentation for Student Council. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M stands for (I forgot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stands for ARTISTIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R stands for RESPONSIBLE. (I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K stands for KIND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all like.. WOOAAAAW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Chloe, Wayne, Antony and Mark were in a group for Drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like my nails? -wiggles fingers-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Miss Mayer enjoyed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, for the first time, she's giving me positive comments. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't be serious lah. I will start snorting and laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am a retard. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I am so tired. It's only 8:20PM. Maybe I'll watch some TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And brush my teeth. Blehg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna sleep so early. It's a Friday, for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2955739483989813203?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2955739483989813203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2955739483989813203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2955739483989813203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2955739483989813203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-msn.html' title='Bloody MSN.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6906258621370222938</id><published>2009-03-19T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:12:50.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated even more.</title><content type='html'>Changed colors on this blog -- the Shoutbox thing. Yeahp.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all, I guess. I have to change all of this after Easter, fffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad said I lost weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, LOL. Oh-kaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I am bloody excited. I want to go to Japan, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only 2 weeks.. I know. Butbutbut. I AM LIKE. Excited. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Hong Kong for 2 days after Japan. OMG LAH. It's all making me really giddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUICK, TIME, PASS FASTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT TAKE THIS PAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6906258621370222938?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6906258621370222938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6906258621370222938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6906258621370222938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6906258621370222938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/updated-even-more.html' title='Updated even more.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2602805812065277991</id><published>2009-03-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:01:11.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New header thingamajiggggy!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Easter eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, you know, Easter is coming up, and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I like eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boiled eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, sunny side up whatev. I love eggs! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I sound like a retard now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew those eggs. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're gonna do a project on egg babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to take care of an egg. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it everywhere we go. If we break it, means, we lose lah, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna do that egg baby thing. I will kill my egg. Or eat it. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flour Babies by Anne Fine. geh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2602805812065277991?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2602805812065277991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2602805812065277991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2602805812065277991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2602805812065277991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-header-thingamajiggggy.html' title='New header thingamajiggggy!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2581157018081010723</id><published>2009-03-18T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:39:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/ScDdG63f4fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZVEh-o5BVpI/s1600-h/eyes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/ScDdG63f4fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZVEh-o5BVpI/s320/eyes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314490671248171506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Click to enlarge. It looks better enlarged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, Jane was bored yesterday.&lt;div&gt;Therefore, she decided to draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An elf. Like always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she simply played with colors lah. And it turned out pretty cool. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is she speaking in like.. 3rd person? God, she's retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. my dad decided to go to Hong Kong after Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's nuts. Good luck, dad's credit card bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeeehehehe. Can't wait. :D&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/3442165719070915896-2581157018081010723?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2581157018081010723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2581157018081010723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2581157018081010723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2581157018081010723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/eyes.html' title='Eyes.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/ScDdG63f4fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZVEh-o5BVpI/s72-c/eyes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-4257189072496414474</id><published>2009-03-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:00:06.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan!</title><content type='html'>I'm going on 2nd April, if not mistaken.&lt;div&gt;But it's on the April Easter holidays. Woweeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad decided to go also. At first, he was like, "Dontwantlaaaaah. I old man edi." And he goes on, blabbling about going to Eastern Europe on the 26th or something. And him being an old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a an hour of good convincing, yeah, he's going to Japan all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're actually going to Japan to visit my brudda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's (supposedly) supposed to bring us around. I dunno whether it's gonna be a success or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's gonna be like.. our tour guide lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When talking about my brother and Japan yesterday with my parents, my dad was calling Christine jiejie (which is his like.. secretary, who is also my stepbrother's wife), and asked her to check the Economy Class tickets and the Business Class tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane: "HMMMM? BUSINESS CLASS? HNMMMM?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "Yalah, business class lah. See how much first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane: "Oh, ok. Why you so good ah, daddy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: "'Cause you are the princess mah. Even though you always like to CRITICISE me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lah, I do like to criticise my dad. Since he like to criticise other people, so yalah. I criticise him also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's nice to criticise loh. Because I always win, and criticising him gets me outta trouble sometimes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love.. sashimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MAN, THE SASHIMI. DELICIOUSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough talking about Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an awesome post just now, and my fucking internet died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IN THE LIVING FUUUUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY. I AM PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW. &gt;:C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a seriously nice post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger only saved it up HALFWAY. jeeeeeeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-4257189072496414474?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4257189072496414474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=4257189072496414474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4257189072496414474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/4257189072496414474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/japan.html' title='Japan!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5925589184063354890</id><published>2009-03-12T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:14:59.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. :D</title><content type='html'>So, today.&lt;div&gt;Went to school, blablabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same stuff lah, had basketball for PE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my shoes. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're only like.. 2 weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I gonna explain that to my mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna check again tomorrow. Because, if it's really gone, I'm screwed to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my mom's shoes once, but I found it a week after. So my mom was like, I bought new shoes for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm all, ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, today, on the 12th of March, 2009, I lost my beautiful blue sport shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP - Beloved Blue Sport Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last 2 weeks - 12 March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I find it weih. Seriously. I miss it loads. Because they're pretty expensive. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after school, went to KDU with Vivian and Laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. And school ends at 2:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we reached there, it was only 3:15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school in KDU ends at 3:40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had to wait at the crappy Secondary waiting area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parents were STARING at us. I think it's because of our "beautiful" factory-like uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guard said we couldn't go in. Damn sad wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Vivian SMS-ed Xiao Ying to ask Yi Xin, Billini and they all to come lah.&lt;br /&gt;I ask Vivian to help me call Azzira also. Because, due to the fail iPhone, it doesn't have Azzira's number because it doesn't cooperate with the contacts in the simcard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLEHG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Xiao Ying and Azzira was waiting there. We were like, HIIIII. :D&lt;br /&gt;Azzira was staring at me like as if I was some kind of retard on the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jodi, Jocelyn and Vivien came, said hi and stuff lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeahhh. Azzira had to go up to the art room or something. Then when I was about to walk up, saw Zhen Yi. omgomg. ZHEN YI. My good old frienddd. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hug hug. Then walked up with Laura, then Laura saw her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Chee Ling, Siew Bee and a couple of other girls walking by, said hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theeeennn, walk up. People were staring lah wei. Because, our uniform was so BRIGHT. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Lilian first. Then Angel and Michelle came. Hi, hi, hi, talked to them for quite a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went up with Angel and Michelle to art room. Azzira was doing her dino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cakap-cakap with them lah. So long time never see them edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole (Sim) was in the library, so Azzira called her to come down. When she saw me, her expression was like.. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hugs lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most hugs I got from was Azzira. My gila friendddd. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went home around 5:10. Saw Kok Weng walking with Yi Xin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he called my name, I was like, who the fuck is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, it's Kok Weng. His voice was like.. LOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then waved back. Then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE? I PROMISED. I FINISHED MY POST. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5925589184063354890?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5925589184063354890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5925589184063354890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5925589184063354890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5925589184063354890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-d.html' title='Hello. :D'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-2524569539925325396</id><published>2009-03-11T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:32:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING BACK TO KAYDEEYEW TOMORROW.</title><content type='html'>Yeaaah. &lt;div&gt;Me, Vivian, Faris, Ronald. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno about Faris &amp;amp; Ronald, but Vivian's following my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yee Tung they all, I guess. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're gonna like, lepak around the school until 3:40. Tenby ends at 2:30. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-2524569539925325396?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524569539925325396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=2524569539925325396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2524569539925325396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/2524569539925325396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-back-to-kaydeeyew-tomorrow.html' title='GOING BACK TO KAYDEEYEW TOMORROW.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8418185544838069211</id><published>2009-03-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:12:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo sucks.</title><content type='html'>Mr Muru = Suck up.&lt;br /&gt;Pervert, biased, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8418185544838069211?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8418185544838069211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8418185544838069211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8418185544838069211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8418185544838069211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/geo-sucks.html' title='Geo sucks.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5228278944744405934</id><published>2009-03-09T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:02:27.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>So, today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Vivian, Sheryl and Ji Young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was supposed to be like, maybe 10 people, but most of them cannot go. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ji Young wanted to go 1U, so she invited about 10 people lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were also 3 guys, but they went to CC instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was 4 of us girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo, went to 1U at 11. Because my mom wanted to buy her stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, she bought groceries lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just jalan-jalan with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until 1, and met Vivian at McDs. She brought her DSLR. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for a while, then Sheryl came. Sheryl was playing with Vivian's DSLR. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Seng Kit, Daniel(?) and one other dude came. I dunno the other dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they went CC lah. Then me, Vivian and Sheryl walk for a while, then Ji Young came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thennnn, go buy ticket. Theeeeeennnn, go to Burger King to smuggle food into the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were swapping the stuff everywhere, and the dapao-ed Nuggets+Fries went into Vivian and Ji Young's bags. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinks, we were holding it then we put into the cinema plastic bag, which we smuggled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we watched the movie "Role Model". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sick lah. It's a sick-comedy movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, after movie, went jalan-jalan lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would blog more, but unfortunately, it's 10. And I'm tired, because when I came back home, my mom made me exercise. And eat salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supernerd to the rescueeeeee&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/3442165719070915896-5228278944744405934?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5228278944744405934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5228278944744405934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5228278944744405934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5228278944744405934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5243646731016390711</id><published>2009-03-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:39:22.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLUMDOG MILLIONAIIIIRREEEEE</title><content type='html'>omgomgomomggg.&lt;div&gt;No wonder it won so many awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like. SO COOOOOL MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is just like.. so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how everything relates to the question.. although, it's kinda, weelll. Coincidential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hilarious when Jamal had to jump into the mud/shit/mixture of both just to get an autograph of a movie star(?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dammmmn fannnnaaay lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and. It's so cool. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the DVD. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pirated DVDs are awesome. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I just watched Slumdog Millionaire just now laaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Damn. AWESUM. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was like, "Cheh, so 'gan zing'(clean)".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like wtf. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's suitable for children, adults, and everyone lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._____o;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did she expect it to be like, a porno or something? Gawd. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo anyway, went out to buy stufff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a book, backpack, pens, files, and a tshirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Bangsar Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I keep saying Subang Parade instead of Bangsar Village. &gt;:l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Bangsar Village, went to 1u to buy the backpack lahh. Because, Bangsar Village is like. So boring. Nothing much there. Mom bought a shirt from Massimo Dutti or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went to Zara, try try here and there lah. In the end, me and my mom only bought 2 t-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DID I MENTION HOW&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE IS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5243646731016390711?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5243646731016390711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5243646731016390711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5243646731016390711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5243646731016390711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaiiiirreeeee.html' title='SLUMDOG MILLIONAIIIIRREEEEE'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-8621360089466035860</id><published>2009-03-03T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:53:01.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake Thomas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jakethomas.com/images/Pictures/House/House-Faithfull-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I likee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMO, I think he's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever watched Lizzie McGuire when you were young, he plays Matt, Lizzie's brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg. He now plays a minor character in Cory in the House. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a creepy, rich CIA bossdude's son, and Mina(?)'s stalker. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like his geeky-cute smile. Weheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-8621360089466035860?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8621360089466035860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=8621360089466035860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8621360089466035860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/8621360089466035860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/jake-thomas.html' title='Jake Thomas.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6484577317588657626</id><published>2009-03-03T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:22:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>I got new shoes. (:&lt;div&gt;They're.. really.. blue. Yeaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted the red/orange ones though. The ones that my mom has. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok thou. I can share-share with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The red/orange ones are drying now. Since I didn't bring it back since last Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewwww. And my dirty socks were inside. Thank god it wasn't lost though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in the swimming pool toilet/changing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. It was.. smelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. At least I got new shoes. :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Hannah Montana now. So bored. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no other things to watch. Boreeeeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6484577317588657626?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6484577317588657626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6484577317588657626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6484577317588657626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6484577317588657626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/netball-tomorrow.html' title='Netball tomorrow.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1344291109374704796</id><published>2009-03-02T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:34:32.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth be told, I miss you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth be told, I'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh jeebus. I'm starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All I ate for lunch is a muffin and.. Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And a muffin and Milo is 4 bucks. Expensive. :(&lt;/span&gt;&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyway, yeahhh. Bored now, nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw. Happy 14th burrday Vivian Tan. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knew you since std 1, but we weren't that close. Then std 2, we were in KDU, same class 'til std 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then form 1, we were put into diff classes and the Angel argument came along, then all that bitchin' and ignorin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then form 2, Tenby. Kinda awkward at first, but yeah. Ok edi lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo today, went to school, lalalalalalalal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biasalah. Same stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then saw Ji Young. She said her mom scolded her because she bought the hairband (that most of us bought yesterday, which was white with a ribbon), because, in Korea I think, it's used for FUNERALS. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wooooh boi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, blablabla. Nothing much happened lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIT. A MOSQUITO BIT MY HAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIIIIIIT. IT'S ITCHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go. Dad's cooking Teowchew style steam fish. Yuuum. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1344291109374704796?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1344291109374704796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1344291109374704796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1344291109374704796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1344291109374704796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth-be-told-i-miss-you.html' title='Truth be told, I miss you;'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-18759097277468665</id><published>2009-02-27T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:18:26.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Amanda.</title><content type='html'>Because I'm bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 random things about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I like to draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I want a new phone. When I give the iPhone back to motherrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I need to buy Vivian a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am extremely hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I want a faster internet connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. There is no telephone like (eg Maxis, Telekom etc) in my housing area, therefore there is no house phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I cannot cut my nails without filing them after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I just filed my nails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I don't really like to drink regular temperatured water. I love cold water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. My mom just called. And she's just one floor below me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayum. My brain needs some rest. For some reason, I don't feel like using the computer nowadays. Weird right? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like watching TV and lazing around the house all day. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-18759097277468665?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/18759097277468665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=18759097277468665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/18759097277468665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/18759097277468665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-amanda.html' title='Tagged by Amanda.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-6019472660113689588</id><published>2009-02-27T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:00:51.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:44PM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ooh, omen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's almost 3 months in Tenby now. I love Tenby. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hate those fat chinese guys in SST [Sekolah Sri Tenby].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously man. They just go around, and call people "cibai", which is vagina. In a mean way. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's this girl who follows them. And calls people "cibai" and "kan ni nao bu" and all those sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's in netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning to bash her with netballs on Wednesday. Ha-ha. Stupid little vagina. Kpft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, rumors are going around, saying that there's gonna be a fight between TIS and SST on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to watch it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been fine lah, nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Kwok/Kuok scares me sometimes. Because I don't tuck in my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna have open house tomorrow, and my dad says a hundred people are coming. Wooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to hide in the room again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I have nothing much to blog about.. because my life is so boring. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh. I think I'm going out later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I will procrastinate on blogging. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-6019472660113689588?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6019472660113689588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=6019472660113689588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6019472660113689588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/6019472660113689588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/444pm.html' title='4:44PM.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-3122831557644585971</id><published>2009-02-24T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:57:55.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN FOR BUSINESS!</title><content type='html'>Okay, not really.&lt;div&gt;Jane has came out of her shadows and reopened her blog to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;! Woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um yeah. Enjoy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. &lt;strike&gt;not like I post much anyway.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&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/3442165719070915896-3122831557644585971?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3122831557644585971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=3122831557644585971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3122831557644585971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/3122831557644585971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-for-business.html' title='OPEN FOR BUSINESS!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1018232638152512075</id><published>2009-02-18T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:56:08.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAA BATERI.</title><content type='html'>Thank you uberly much for the Valentines' card you sent me thru SNAIL MAIL. hahaha.&lt;div&gt;I still sayang my retarded friend okay. And no, I'm not gay either. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know I've been having a stupendous lack of updates. Call me a lazy pig, but yeah. I am a lazy pig. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's alright. I have Math test tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired, but my stomach is PAEEEEEN. Yes. PAAAEEEEEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the time of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have soccer tomorrow for PE. Sucks. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god we're playing in level groups. Like, the n00b ones play one area. The pro ones play one area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I'm in the n00b one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time, when we played house against house (Red vs. Green), it was really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, Wayne was in our group, and he's the best soccer player in our group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green had Faris. He's good in football too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end, we won anyway. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Ji Young were just like.. walking around.. talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And walk even more. Ball comes, just kick to either Wayne or the other boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisha was goalie. It was pretty scary though, her being goalie, because she's so skinny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she can catch the ball. So, it's all good. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I heard KDU offered us Tenby-ians a friendly match on Netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we like. Aren't even ready yet. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our teams aren't formed up yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any idea who's on the school team [for netball] of KDU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Vivien/LiLian/Michelle/Angel/Agnes is there, we're screwed. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it would even be called a friendly match anymore. Mrs Chan would most likely sulk at us and say, "SO MANY STUDENTS GO TO TENBY. HMMPH. LET ME SHOW YOU MY TRUE POWER, TENBY! WITH MY NETBALL TEAM! WAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man. I'm afraid. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUICK! WE MUST TRAIN! ARGGG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and netball was boring today. P:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, Ms. Ana didn't let us choose our own team to play netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there were no Y9 korean girls to pwn. -snicker-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna play full courttt. I did play a bit today lah. But still. But we're like.. using the basketball hoops to shoot. Not the netball ones. Even if the netball net/hoops/whatever are in the court. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Ana says we have to do the same thing next week. BORE. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice passing, for the first 10 mins. Or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then play netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's like, so boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we mixed with the beginners who have no clue how to play. Dx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. Practice lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiet. Have to sleep now. It's almost 10. And my eyes are DROOPING with death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah not really. good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1018232638152512075?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1018232638152512075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1018232638152512075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1018232638152512075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1018232638152512075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaa-bateri.html' title='AAA BATERI.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-1331663478156745330</id><published>2009-02-13T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:39:09.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's!</title><content type='html'>Also, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Single Awareness Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be emo on V-day; stuff yourself with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the person who's always not bothered to blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-1331663478156745330?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1331663478156745330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=1331663478156745330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1331663478156745330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/1331663478156745330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-532597892769905062</id><published>2009-02-13T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:08:53.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louie got castrated.</title><content type='html'>Off with the balls. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-532597892769905062?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/532597892769905062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=532597892769905062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/532597892769905062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/532597892769905062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/louie-got-castrated.html' title='Louie got castrated.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442165719070915896.post-5736572742859065990</id><published>2009-02-06T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:21:18.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't speak.</title><content type='html'>Now I feel your pain, Mel.&lt;div&gt;Remember when you ate too many chocolates and lost your voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I didn't eat any chocolates and I lost my voice anyway. p:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kakak looked at me funny when she heard  me speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442165719070915896-5736572742859065990?l=hantumilo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5736572742859065990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3442165719070915896&amp;postID=5736572742859065990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5736572742859065990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442165719070915896/posts/default/5736572742859065990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hantumilo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-speak.html' title='I can&apos;t speak.'/><author><name>Jane Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08653824763072559284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sHA8xZKaibk/Sz3Y1KghOnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9g-O4I4y91s/S220/ID.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
