<?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-4189898507300650509</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:20:55.341+08:00</updated><category term='rant'/><category term='maki'/><title type='text'>thoughtlessbrainiac</title><subtitle type='html'>I'll sleep when I'm dead.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7880000297750301291</id><published>2011-06-27T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:48:57.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maki'/><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>Currently on the 9th week of my mandatory Internship Training programme, gonna be here for another 6 weeks. Looking back at my previous posts, you'll know what to expect.&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;muahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7880000297750301291?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7880000297750301291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7880000297750301291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7880000297750301291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7880000297750301291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2011/06/internship.html' title='Internship'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-9012204702921464541</id><published>2010-12-30T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:10:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something i read somewhere some time in the past</title><content type='html'>"The hardest part isn't finding what we need to be,&lt;br /&gt;        It's being content with who we are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      TTT_____TTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is coming soon. It's only two breakfasts away.&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was great. I turned 22, had countless diarrheoa and horrific hair cut twice (yes, my fringe was cut straight across my mid forehead. stupid overpaid ah gua barber). @.@&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was great thanks to the people I love to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. bola, hp and ws... love you girls to death =DDD. Also, thanks for brightening up most of my days you bunch of girls here in USM (you noe who you are). And no, I'm not drunk now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-9012204702921464541?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/9012204702921464541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=9012204702921464541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/9012204702921464541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/9012204702921464541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-i-read-somewhere-some-time-in.html' title='something i read somewhere some time in the past'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4659688818212350408</id><published>2010-11-15T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:02:03.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I deserve a punch in the face.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I deserve one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4659688818212350408?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4953246789243198388</id><published>2010-11-10T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:39:03.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdose of joy.</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dinner ever. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4953246789243198388?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4953246789243198388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4953246789243198388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/11/overdose-of-joy.html' title='Overdose of joy.'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8216514853513734108</id><published>2010-11-09T14:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:50:01.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired =(</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of final exam. Slept for 3 hours last night. And I brought back a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/TNj3F0ypLBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/67AFk-v9V-o/s1600/IMG_0121%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/TNj3F0ypLBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/67AFk-v9V-o/s200/IMG_0121%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537447421294488594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news: It's correct.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: It's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been great for the past few days =)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll last longer. =)=)=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ikmk said cgpa is directly proportional to effort. One of the best quotes i've heard this semester.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And a certain someone makes me feel like a second class citizen. Leaving vehicle kat tepi jalan pun kena rebut. And if the place is so dirty, clean it up for your self.&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;ps. I can be a bigger sourpuss than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8216514853513734108?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8216514853513734108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8216514853513734108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired.html' title='Tired =('/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/TNj3F0ypLBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/67AFk-v9V-o/s72-c/IMG_0121%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7731138795657034547</id><published>2010-10-21T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:11:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To err is human</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back. And yes. It's 5am and I'm so hyper. I jogged 15 laps of the newly built track in USM this evening. Gosh, need to sleep wei. My last entry was half a year back. Don't even know if anyone would even bother to read this blog. Boring. Pointless. Maybe I should add more colour to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still a mess, and I realise it has always been a mess. I can't fix it. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. I'm scatterbrained.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm prone to OCD. Dont wanna go deep into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened in the past 6 months. I dunno where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... I worked as a research assistant for approximately three months, if you ignore the fact that I went for a holiday somewhere on the east coast of Malaysia and also disappeared for a week without anyone noticing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I was hospitalised for diarrhea, the lamest of all lame diseases. And trust me, I had to hold my laugh everytime the nurse came in to ask how many times I produced 90% yellow solvent mixed with 10% brown solute every four hours, with a serious face holding a clipboard to jot down the number of counts)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I rebonded my short hair, which enhanced my look if and only if you look at me from the neck down preferably from the back. And got dissed/insulted every single day for that. Thanks for all the evil comments guys, I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the time table of this semester. The earliest lecture starts at 9 am on two days, and the rest god knows. Can't recall. And yet I'm late most of the time, if not everyday =P even though it only takes 7 minutes to reach class by car/motorbike &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(walking from the parking area to class is very time consuming. It takes about 2 minutes to get there. Running is much faster. It is however not recommended because you'll look like an idiot, more so when spotted by other lecturers. I wonder how I managed to reach secondary school on the dot back in those days when school is 50 minutes drive from home. Okay I'd be late a couple of times in a week and try to be invisible to prefects)&lt;/span&gt;. Breakfast every morning consists of eating 5 teaspoons of milk powder because it takes time to boil water and several minutes can be saved when there is no need to wash a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, five inconsistant paragraphs of pure crap.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to yz and sm, and happy every-other-ordinary day to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh... 20/10/2010 was 5 hours ago. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and... went for dim sum this morning =O &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no chance of munching milk powder for breakfast, lol)&lt;/span&gt; at a shop by the road overlooking a large unattended area of uncut grass. I've never been a fan of meat for breakfast. But... =D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7731138795657034547?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7731138795657034547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7731138795657034547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7731138795657034547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7731138795657034547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-think-of-title.html' title='To err is human'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3684771378144206736</id><published>2010-10-06T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:43:49.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored with life</title><content type='html'>This place is dead =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@:?&gt;{__)))_")(9320)()_*$&amp;amp;(()"*()*(*()_!¬"£&lt;br /&gt;symbols aint working correctly with Windows 7.&lt;br /&gt;My laptop crashed a few weeks back, so I format my hard drive and installed Windows 7 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos using Vista is just like wearing silk suits with shoulder pads. nah... jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This place is still dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3684771378144206736?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3684771378144206736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3684771378144206736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3684771378144206736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3684771378144206736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/10/bored-with-life.html' title='Bored with life'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5442686712224329974</id><published>2010-04-22T21:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:25:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dot dot</title><content type='html'>Sat for semicon paper this afternoon. Exhausted. Gonna sleep like a log tonight. Three more papers to go. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should be studying right now, I know. And I just had a haircut that makes me look like a drag king/suffering from gender identity dosorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wl taught me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╭∩╮(︶︿︶）╭∩╮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him. thanks ^_^&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;It has been four semesters here...got to noe lots of people of different backgrounds...99% of them are of the same race as I...everyone is academically inclined...some are nice...some are helpful...some are fun...some are very entertaining...some are freaks...some think too highly of themselves...some are delusional ido.its...some are living in their own High Schools Musical lala land (which falls in the category of "thinking too highly of themselves")...and the most &lt;span class="hw"&gt;ludicrous of all weird behaviours...people who doesn't know punctuation marks other than three dots...it has to be three...not one or two or four...because uniformity of the three dots is sacred...and there can't be any coma to separate clauses or phrases...but it may be alright to use comas to separate items in a series...provided there are too many of them to be separated using three dots...after all...it is darn tiring to type an extra two dots when the three dots could actually be replaced with a coma...and if you're re.tard.ed...you dont space after a period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking shit about people during examination period...kena sumpah baru tau...nanti gagal pula tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;screw you =P ^^^ this is shoo-key-yut&lt;br /&gt;gotta use it more often. Goodnight peeps.&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;Oh and one more thing, revising for exams DOES NOT make a person kiasu. It is the right thing to do ido.its. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's like saying a fisherman goes fishing because he is kiasu, wth.&lt;/span&gt; The real kiasus are those who study super hard secretly and bakar dan bancuh air minum notes and blindly memorise every shit in the lecture notes, and then telling you it is not necessary to study/revise, evilly watch you dig your own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;╭∩╮(︶︿︶）╭∩╮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and hate me.&lt;br /&gt;I am done trying to impress people to fancy me.&lt;br /&gt;And I like spelling the word idiot the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dot'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7274549734689017463</id><published>2010-04-18T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:19:00.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final exam starts tomorrow T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Fyqxm7KOy7A/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fyqxm7KOy7A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fyqxm7KOy7A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try defying gravity and you wont bring me doaaooaouauoauwn~~~.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; one tree hill cos peyton and lucas left and they lived happily ever after without drama =C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7274549734689017463?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7274549734689017463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3860345843665509722</id><published>2010-03-10T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:44:11.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot</title><content type='html'>Havent been updating recently cos&lt;br /&gt;(i) busy&lt;br /&gt;(ii) getting bored of ranting&lt;br /&gt;(iii) I'm a boring person, got nothing much to shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iv) I'm happy =D&lt;br /&gt;happy at the moment. i have no idea how long it would last, but i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is not something you find, it's something you create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3860345843665509722?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3860345843665509722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3860345843665509722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3860345843665509722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3860345843665509722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/03/dot.html' title='dot'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3488025757147381659</id><published>2010-02-05T06:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:05:37.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 6 am!!! woohoo~~~</title><content type='html'>And the pigeons on my roof are already awake.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 12 hours ago I went for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling question: Why do people need to sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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woohoo~~~'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2146153045370654305</id><published>2010-02-04T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:09:04.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll sleep when I'm dead</title><content type='html'>Time flies. And it's scaring the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year of pointless blogging, and I havent grown much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed those tiny words beneath the header I don't know whatever it's called. Probably cos it doesn't really reflect on my blog. "Having nothing, nothing can she lose". It is something I believe in, but failed to uphold. From the physical things, material needs to interpersonal relationships. Say, you own a pen biru stabilo sembilan puluh sen althought it used to be lapan puluh sen only. Blame inflation. So you happily use it every single day, to write your lab report, tiru kuiz and sign the attendance sheet for your abscent friend. Till one day, your pen run out of ink. T_T Sad lor. -_________- Aiya... need a better example. ==" Okay, imagine this. You've never worn shoes in your life. Occasionally, you'll terpijak batu and it hurts your feet. But you're fine with it cos you're so used to it. Then one day, for some reason, watever reason I dunno, you found a pair of Crocs(tm) in the bush. You started wearing them, your feet are protected. You feel safe and comfortable, like no defect on the ground could hurt your feet. As time goes by, you become dependant on those shoes, till one day your shoes are worn out. So you'll have to go back to not wearing shoes. Only this time, terpijak batu hurts even more because you've tasted the comfort of having shoes on. Makes you wonder whether finding those shoes was a blessing or a curse. Aiya, I noe most ppl dun get it. Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, it is better to not get physically or emotionally attached to anything or anyone. If you dun have it, you'll never lose it. You wouldn't have to go through the agony of losing something, because you never had it in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess for now, "I'll sleep when I'm dead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2146153045370654305?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2146153045370654305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2146153045370654305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2146153045370654305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2146153045370654305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-sleep-when-im-dead.html' title='I&apos;ll sleep when I&apos;m dead'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6828121834001197801</id><published>2010-02-04T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:54:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating for the sake of updating cos this place is as dead as I am</title><content type='html'>I realise I need to be either depressed or pissed to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Nono, I'm fine today. Just thought of posting some random thoughts before going to bed. And I think the sleeping pill I took just now is already working. So I have another approximately 5 minutes more before zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the concert's post mortem at 9pm just now &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh ya, concert was last wednesday)&lt;/span&gt; cos I needed to get out of my room &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my ass is hurting from sitting too much)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and flirt with sh&lt;/span&gt;. hiak hiak hiak. And went for a long walk with her saja-saja after the thing. =DDD. Hope she sees this. Help me spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And semiconductor test was yesterday night. One thing I noe for certain, I ain't getting another zero. I noe most ppl my age would be so very happy if our memory capacities are of 16-year-olds. Understanding will only get you this far if you suck in memorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, almost mampus already. Good night, lecture tomorrow begins at eight.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got the urge to blog more... but my eyes are shutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is bleeping weird. It is raining and yet it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6828121834001197801?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6828121834001197801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6828121834001197801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6828121834001197801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6828121834001197801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/02/updating-for-sake-of-updating-cos-this.html' title='Updating for the sake of updating cos this place is as dead as I am'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1475581650270156543</id><published>2010-01-23T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:18:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4 am</title><content type='html'>Wakin' up to find another day~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had "dinner" at mamak a couple of hours ago. Dragged hs and kl along to teman. My burp feels acidic and burns my throat. Anticipating minor diarrhea tomorrow morning. And playing bass guitar is painful T_T&lt;br /&gt;Drove for four freaking hours today. Got stuck in the jam. MASSIVE jam. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;I might just lose it someday and "accidentally" murder someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1475581650270156543?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1475581650270156543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1475581650270156543' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1475581650270156543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1475581650270156543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-4-am.html' title='It&apos;s 4 am'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7056091187231950221</id><published>2010-01-12T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:07:01.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired leh</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a really, really long day. Lecture started at nine till one. And then we had lab at 2pm, which ended at 3 ish in the morning. But stuff happened in between, handphone jatuh tandas, mom and dad came (they bought me kelambu), went to Riyas saja-saja, encounter with three gigantic cats in the house, ate Cadbury Bites (tm) for an early "breakfast", killed countless mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury Bites (tm) is so freaking expensive. I bought a packet of it from seven eleven behind my rented house. Thirteen biji for 1.5 ringgit. So, satu biji = 11.53846153846 sen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of stuff to do. Arghhh... I need to lie down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And playing bass guitar for 3 hours is agonising. Sakit weih... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap lah... flat battery. Almost mampus and jatuh tertiarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Latest addiction... Michael Buble's Haven't Met You Yet.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0xIfndUP5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/8yeSoIiAM9k/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0xIfndUP5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/8yeSoIiAM9k/s400/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425791359079694226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at pb. A rainbow on hp's car seat =)=] =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7056091187231950221?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7056091187231950221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7056091187231950221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7056091187231950221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7056091187231950221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-leh.html' title='Tired leh'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0xIfndUP5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/8yeSoIiAM9k/s72-c/DSC02368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2009893448651666715</id><published>2010-01-04T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:38:03.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea is a ritual</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hell broke loose -___-&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I was busy clearing my already cleared intestine till 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;Explosive diarrhea at the beginning of every semester. It's a ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I was prepared for the worst. hiakhiakhiak. Okay, I shouldn't even be thankful for diarrhea. 85% solute, 15% solvent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGF_0OqlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-jnAC8YxATE/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGF_0OqlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-jnAC8YxATE/s400/DSC02351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422551757686221394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGGTfJhuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kHqURjqjbBo/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGGTfJhuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kHqURjqjbBo/s400/DSC02353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422551762966513378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smecta. I love the smell and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGGn3u4CI/AAAAAAAAAME/BXJzgPuC2xc/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGGn3u4CI/AAAAAAAAAME/BXJzgPuC2xc/s400/DSC02354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422551768438333474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2009893448651666715?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2009893448651666715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2009893448651666715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2009893448651666715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2009893448651666715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2010/01/diarrhea-is-ritual.html' title='Diarrhea is a ritual'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/S0DGF_0OqlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-jnAC8YxATE/s72-c/DSC02351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7618569934607255872</id><published>2009-12-29T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:23:22.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's (still) that time of the year</title><content type='html'>Went for a movie this evening. Avatar, could it be any longer? I was bored to tears. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomuOlzRhI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDGkOWLmdqs/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomuOlzRhI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDGkOWLmdqs/s400/DSC02299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420687677126297106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Belanja-ed by kl cos he pinjam-ed my ukulele. He didn't have to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Szomt6hi2OI/AAAAAAAAALU/LMccrvfAbVM/s1600-h/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Szomt6hi2OI/AAAAAAAAALU/LMccrvfAbVM/s400/DSC02318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420687671739734242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to spot the rainbow =]&lt;br /&gt;The sky while ws and I main buaian in front of hp's.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomtqBK0qI/AAAAAAAAALM/-DUdn9PgQ38/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomtqBK0qI/AAAAAAAAALM/-DUdn9PgQ38/s400/DSC02267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420687667308974754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gib eww flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomuyexUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/K8CkC5shBs8/s1600-h/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomuyexUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/K8CkC5shBs8/s400/DSC02322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420687686760485506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundly sleeping. aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Szomupln4iI/AAAAAAAAALk/_FW2_PCPb9Y/s1600-h/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Szomupln4iI/AAAAAAAAALk/_FW2_PCPb9Y/s400/DSC02316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420687684373307938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kl and hm helped me paint my room.&lt;br /&gt;On the bottom left was an attempted mural of flower(s) by kl. lol&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&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;2009 was bitter sweet. It started okay. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eo came back twice =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went downhill towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year people.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be freaking 2010 already.&lt;br /&gt;Standard 6 was so 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;A decade has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it was just yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7618569934607255872?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7618569934607255872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7618569934607255872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7618569934607255872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7618569934607255872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-still-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s (still) that time of the year'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzomuOlzRhI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDGkOWLmdqs/s72-c/DSC02299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5757041992707341819</id><published>2009-12-29T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:09:40.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again</title><content type='html'>Sheeet. I just burned my thumb playing with fire -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I logged in to facebook thirty minutes ago. Checked my inbox. Someone I met from camp. (Woah?! =O camp wei. Ya la ya la my first camp ever. Dun need to feel paiseh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arghh *more flashbacks* i wanna sleep wei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there as a facilitator. So, technically I haven't participated in any camp yet =(((. Killing time during my holidays. Job scope: To facilitate lah. Buddhist camp summor wei. lol. If you know me, you'll know I'm the most unreligious/sesat Buddhist. But it was an eye opening experience cos I used to think poeple sleep in tents and mandi air sungai beramai-ramai when they go for 'camp'.&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^ unimportant details.&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to blog about the activities (mostly talks lor and games I had to pretend it's oh-so-fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiya I wanna sleep d. Fb lah instigated the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone there (prob 85% of the participants and committees) knew each other prior to the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wanna buat-buat baddadass. (this one I dun care, not so annoying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that annoyed me the most...&lt;br /&gt;Participants who participated the camp willingly but were unwilling to participate in the activities (almost make no sense, read it again) and complain and complain and complain about how boring or lame the activities were. (ABO?!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you expect, the monks dance "nobody but you" izit&lt;/span&gt;) Hello... I didn't come out with any of those stuf&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(your friends la since 85% of everybody knew 85% of everyboy, n*be. Complain to them la) If you don't like den dun come. Bodoh betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason I dun go for camps and stuff. I dun like stupid games and remembering names of people I dun care about. I like to laze around and do things in the comfort of my own space and time, therefore, I stay at home. I also like to bitch about stuff, therefore, I get my own blogspot account. It's that simple... don't come, buy a buku lima lima lima&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and bitch about stuff in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest part is (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like ikmk says, &lt;/span&gt;weird funny, not hilarious funny)&lt;br /&gt;little trolls intentionally complaining about me and how shitty the activities were in my presence. Even more bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kebodohan-yang-paling-melampau had to be the one who asked me questions about buddhism and the temple just to annoy me. Bad-da-da-ass wannabe.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite (watever on top), I learned some stuff &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and get to hang out with hp, bp and the other two facis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; I'm so going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burn on my thumb still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5757041992707341819?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5757041992707341819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5757041992707341819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5757041992707341819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5757041992707341819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year-again_29.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6210793120014005854</id><published>2009-12-28T21:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:22:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year</title><content type='html'>Barely 24 hours back here. The sight of this place makes me wanna puke. Over-exaggerate =P. I hate it here. From the premises to the people to the food. Urghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing productive today. None of the lecturers came. Apeks konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload random pictures taken using my outdated handphone but my lappie cant read its five-year-old memory card. Lazy to bluetooth. Probably will do it tomorrow if my lecturers ponteng again.&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;I got my results last week. Surprisingly, it ain't that bad (so little effort, padan muka lah). I didn't fail anything. lsp 404 (english la -__-) was the only paper I got an A (A not A minus or A plus plus or A star star or watever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I'm &lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very proud of&lt;/s&gt; not very proud of...&lt;br /&gt;tadaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzjcgjgM4lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HxTtPiwXzPc/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzjcgjgM4lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HxTtPiwXzPc/s400/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420324603384619602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST ZEE-RUH-EH-VUH&lt;br /&gt;Could I be any dumber.&lt;br /&gt;Dai sei. Padan muka.&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;lollollollollollol. (At least give markah kesian ma. 5/100 won't make me look so pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya since I'm super free now... (There were 3 questions. The first carries dua puluh markah. Draw the k and l lines of atom shells. So you'd probably think buku tingkatan empat kimia has the answer and you lukis cincai-cincai. Zero lor. Summor kena bulat besar-besar. The second question, How the polymeric material is characterized as crystalline material? Tiga puluh markah. How ar?  So I wrote, polymeric material is characterized as crystalline material when crystalline region exists in the polymer. He gave me a gigantic question mark. Wrong meh. How I noe, I tak baca. Then I went on crapping, essentially it's the same stuff but tukar-tukar ayat pasif to ayat aktif and add some kata hubung and flowery language to fill the space. He gave another big question mark as though I wrote in french or something. And the final question, lima puluh markah. Calculations with a data table given. X-ray diffractometer stuff. Given the angles of diffraction and wavelength of incoming ray, determine the crystal structure. BCC ke atau FCC. Dunno lor. Tak baca how to noe. The bleeping answer was in chapter 1. The first thing I saw when I flipped thru the notes before I sat for my final paper -__-" The second part, determine the lattice constant of the element. :-o Continuation of part one. On the bright side, I got the answer. For some reason, jealous or wat I dunno he bulat besar-besar plus a humungous question mark. Combo -_- probably cos the working seemed tipu-tipu. And the last part, identify the element. Ditto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to myself, I might as well just randomly pick a mall and do the happy dance to entertain the crowd than to waste my pensel kayu lead sitting for that test. Some scored 95 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzjcgwdDXsI/AAAAAAAAALE/qCEebvpo7mA/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzjcgwdDXsI/AAAAAAAAALE/qCEebvpo7mA/s400/DSC02282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420324606861074114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Sohai&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;Wait la...I belum cakap habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got an A- for that subject. lollollollol&lt;/span&gt;x100000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6210793120014005854?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6210793120014005854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6210793120014005854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6210793120014005854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6210793120014005854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SzjcgjgM4lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HxTtPiwXzPc/s72-c/DSC02349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4967005350116275349</id><published>2009-11-17T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:31:09.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Exams finally over. Things happened. Gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken. So broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I wish someone had told me that before I rushed into it.&lt;br /&gt;When is this wound gonna heal?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot more to blog about but the sleeping pill... zzz&lt;br /&gt;Good night ppl and happy holidays. though it's just a months. it'll end in the blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4967005350116275349?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/4967005350116275349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=4967005350116275349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4967005350116275349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4967005350116275349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/11/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2904211992958667997</id><published>2009-10-30T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:56:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While Taking A Break From Studying</title><content type='html'>Gotta watch some comedy in between studies. Otherwise my head will go haywire.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;Call I'm desperate for your voice&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;In the car, do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer&lt;br /&gt;It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;Like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight~~~&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawling...kl wants to borrow my uke. k... shouldn't blog bout this in case he nampak den kena hentam. Make it smaller lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2904211992958667997?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2904211992958667997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2904211992958667997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2904211992958667997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2904211992958667997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-taking-break-from-studying.html' title='While Taking A Break From Studying'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2279935360310557825</id><published>2009-10-29T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:40:08.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need For A Title</title><content type='html'>I remember there's a post I made five months ago that I've found it...&lt;br /&gt;It's not it. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. dun bother asking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2279935360310557825?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2279935360310557825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2279935360310557825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2279935360310557825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2279935360310557825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-need-for-title.html' title='No Need For A Title'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5370695312335828764</id><published>2009-10-23T01:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:57:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the last day of this semester</title><content type='html'>Later at 9am I'll be sitting for two tests.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from electric guitar class. Feeling damn hungry right now. And I tot I have another box of Rocky sticks in my drawer. Turns out I finished them last week. Sigh. Whatever. I dun snack at night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like a tool? When you finally realise whatever you thought it was or how you thought things were supposed to be... was sadly, just in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You're fooled by believing in things you wanna believe.&lt;br /&gt;It never was and it will never be.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, you came to your senses and it hurts so badly you wish it never came into your life. You'd rather not have it at all than to loose it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel stupid, and the only remedy to your stupidity is to get over it, but you're too clingy.&lt;br /&gt;=_________________________________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have asked. I'd rather not know. I shouldn't have told too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&lt;br /&gt;Tool&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;Next week's study week. Gonna spend it at home. And hopefully stop thinking bout certain thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too petty anyway. Just a shadow. Your shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5370695312335828764?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5370695312335828764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5370695312335828764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5370695312335828764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5370695312335828764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-last-day-of-this-semester.html' title='It&apos;s the last day of this semester'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5747831411376424438</id><published>2009-10-20T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:17:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another pointless post</title><content type='html'>just cos i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 5 hours i'll be facing two tests. I foresee myself flunking them too. Not that I want to. I need to sleep. I need to sleep. I need to sleep. I need to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of being an underunderunderunderachiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... waiting for a change to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh!!! Why...&lt;br /&gt;Why do this have to happen to me? It's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do more than just surviving and existing.&lt;br /&gt;When is this change coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5747831411376424438?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5747831411376424438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5747831411376424438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5747831411376424438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5747831411376424438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/yet-another-pointless-post.html' title='Yet another pointless post'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5022185061229898497</id><published>2009-10-12T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:25:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is the coin of your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2444335772" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2444335772_2f8a267e12.jpg" alt="Time is the coin of your life. .  . by executiveproducer." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" width="500" height="301" /&gt;&lt;img style="position: relative; top: -303px; margin-bottom: -303px; display: block; width: 499px; height: 301px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;F.decorate(_ge('photo_notes'), F._photo_notes).notes_go_go_go(2444335772, 'http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2444335772_2f8a267e12_t.jpg', '3.1444');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;form id="fave_form" method="post" style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;input name="magic_cookie" value="dfe7297d39a81554ce4351b693a92163" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveadd" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveremove" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;                    &lt;!-- PHOTO CONTENT: DESCRIPTION, NOTES, COMMENTS --&gt;         &lt;div id="description_div2444335772" class="photoDescription"&gt;Time is the coin of your life. No one can pay you for your time --the exact amount that it is worth. They can try, but one day you and they realize that your time is more valuable than either of you thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have . and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you."&lt;/span&gt; -Carl Sandburg 1878-1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are spending your time on now, you are spending your life on now. This moment, make a great change in your life, and begin spending your life on good, on positive, on creative, on long-lasting moments that will affect your future in the best way. If you are spending your moments on negative, or on anything that is not productive, creative, kind, helpful or joyful to yourself or to others, take those moments to change it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin today.&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/4189898507300650509-5022185061229898497?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5022185061229898497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5022185061229898497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5022185061229898497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5022185061229898497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-coin-of-your-life_9688.html' title='Time is the coin of your life'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2444335772_2f8a267e12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3491233656407880426</id><published>2009-10-11T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:31:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna rewatch South Park the Movie</title><content type='html'>"There's a bunch of birds in the sky, And some deers just went running by, Ohhh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown, Just another sunday morning in my quiet mountain town~~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, that's from South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to killing myself. It's just plain stupid I know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on living like this.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this... you're so effin tired, you need to sleep. The moment you shut your eyes, you're awaken by noises. Then you spend the rest of your night not-so-wide awake. Lying on your bed like a useless piece of junk, cluelessly waiting for the noise to stop. Without realising how much time you've just wasted. And this goes on every day. Your lifespan is of those living on Venus. The only thing you see yourself as 5 years from now is a trash. Ahh, so wonderful.&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;People around me are stressed up bout finals which is starting in two week's time. And tests and assignments. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya... I got piles of it. &lt;/span&gt;I, on the other hand, can't wait for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta move soon. Again. What other choice do I have?&lt;br /&gt;It's so effing unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3491233656407880426?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3491233656407880426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3491233656407880426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3491233656407880426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3491233656407880426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-rewatch-south-park-movie.html' title='I wanna rewatch South Park the Movie'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5768770288618109637</id><published>2009-10-07T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:37:38.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like dying...</title><content type='html'>Exhausted. Sick of life. Tired of going through this every single day. It's 4 am by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people try to give me 'useful' tips to sleep well at night. I'm not you. Counting sheeps is the lamest. Telling me I'm not trying hard enough comes in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally came to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say is kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5768770288618109637?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5768770288618109637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5768770288618109637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5768770288618109637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5768770288618109637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-dying.html' title='I feel like dying...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3638618164668948598</id><published>2009-10-06T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:13:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what annoys me the most...</title><content type='html'>whenever someone gives me a change of ten cent in the form of two effin five cent. wth? Or thirty cent change for two ten cent and two five cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you keep those coins into your wallet, one of your five cent tend to go missing (slip out kah, whatever I dunno), which leaves you with one miserable five cent coin. And one five cent coin is practically useless in your everyday life. Say, you go buy a pack of clorex chewing gum to eliminate bad breathe cos you have not been sleeping well, therefore this effects your liver and blah blah blah because your liver's bed time is sometime between eleven ish to two yadda yadda yadda. A pack of clorex costs one ringgit and thirty cent. You know perfectly you have thirty cent in your wallet, so you won't have to go throught the fuss of having to take a change of seventy cent from the mak cik* at the cashier's (*the said mak cik is actually young. but that nenek will marah you and bising early in the morning if you don't have small change for whatever you buy at the kedai mahasiswa. Try paying her with fifty ringgit, I bet you'll jatuh longkang before you reach the lecture hall) Kk dun get sidetracked. So you dig deep into your bag, reach for your wallet, open it... and all you are left with is twenty five cent. Pekchek.&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;This evening, we were supposed to go swimming. Umm... supposed? Okay we went even though it was obvious the rain aint gonna stop. So we stood by the pool eating ice-creams (it costed me two ringgit and twenty cent, so the five cent is still in my wallet -_-). Kl said he tot ice-creams were supposed to be a children thingy to tipu the parents T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3638618164668948598?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3638618164668948598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3638618164668948598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3638618164668948598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3638618164668948598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what-annoys-me-most.html' title='You know what annoys me the most...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2632234065567244768</id><published>2009-09-17T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:40:32.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>...was it due to lack of passion. Or incompetence. Or maybe sometimes you're in and sometimes you're just out of luck.&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;I'd say incompetence.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had meant us to fly, he'd given us wings&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I have the power of creation, I'd put a "shut-up" button on your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been sleeping during the day all week. I desperately need to keep my body in sync with the time zone here. Stupid vampire. It's now the seventh month in the Chinese lunar calendar. Or has it ended. Again, I have no idea. I dun own a calendar. I rely solely on my outdated handphone's calendar. Anyway, why am I blogging bout calendars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2632234065567244768?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2632234065567244768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2632234065567244768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2632234065567244768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2632234065567244768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/09/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3758250772683874669</id><published>2009-09-09T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:59:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realised today is 09-09-09</title><content type='html'>Cos I dun have a calendar. -__-&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;Hm drove us to Penang Island this morning. Don't know why I went.&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;I get irritated very easily these days. There's only one way to say those three words, and that's "go screw yourself".&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;I don't know why. It's not like I wanna know THAT much. meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;meh x 100000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pointless post. Procrastinating other important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll switch to "moo-moo-mode"&lt;br /&gt;i.e When someone says, "hey, please pass me that book"&lt;br /&gt;With moo-moo-mode, all you hear is, "moo, moomoomoomoomoomoomoomoo"&lt;br /&gt;Or something less important, "eh jom mamak"&lt;br /&gt;With moo-moo-mode, "moomoomoomoo"&lt;br /&gt;And things you have to give a shit about, "XRD will be the fastest and easiest technique to analyze"&lt;br /&gt;moo-moo-mode: moomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*examples above are mere examples. if you, for some reason, happened to say or ask me any of those examples above, it is due to coincidence. if your religious believe forbids you to believe in coincident, blame statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Get your own "moo-moo-mode" today for 823748982 ringgit only. Batteries sold separately&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;Darn... a gigantic bee just flew into my room. I left the windows open cos it's so damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the weather, one day it's too cold, den another day it's too warm.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the world momma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3758250772683874669?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3758250772683874669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3758250772683874669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3758250772683874669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3758250772683874669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realised-today-is-09-09-09.html' title='I just realised today is 09-09-09'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1722161584487147396</id><published>2009-09-04T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:57:31.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just squashed a mosquito</title><content type='html'>It's 5.40am. And I'll be having my LSP 404 presentation later at 9 am. I only slept for 30 minutes last "night". What to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucktards behind. Fasting month began 2 weeks ago. So, the restaurant kitchen behind operates all night. Stupid fucktards. By the time they are done with the dishes it's already 6 something. And I'm left with another hour to rest before my housemate uses the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to go on living like this? Stupid fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WORSE than living in the hostel. At least I had several hours of sleep last semester. Stupid fucktards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1722161584487147396?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1722161584487147396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1722161584487147396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1722161584487147396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1722161584487147396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-squashed-mosquito.html' title='I just squashed a mosquito'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2009753581749883472</id><published>2009-09-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:51:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okayyyyyyy I'm pissed</title><content type='html'>Go screw yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2009753581749883472?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2009753581749883472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2009753581749883472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2009753581749883472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2009753581749883472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/09/okayyyyyyy-im-pissed.html' title='Okayyyyyyy I&apos;m pissed'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4725800979628333713</id><published>2009-08-26T02:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:15:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it gonna end?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, when is it gonna end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of how the decisions I make now will affect the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I make bad decisions everyday. I'm like a walking mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll deal with this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I own a gun I'll kill them. Or pour kerosene on them and burn them alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4725800979628333713?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/4725800979628333713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=4725800979628333713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4725800979628333713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4725800979628333713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-is-it-gonna-end_26.html' title='When is it gonna end?'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-9112929698524539710</id><published>2009-08-20T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:00:03.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long day</title><content type='html'>It's already 2 am. And I might be sleeping like a log tonight. Exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to zip my pants during lecture this morning. Thank goodness cp saw it before we went for lunch. lol, I'm already 21 leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-9112929698524539710?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/9112929698524539710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=9112929698524539710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/9112929698524539710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/9112929698524539710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a long day'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6799176689211791606</id><published>2009-08-18T02:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:53:29.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll sleep when I'm dead</title><content type='html'>I has been a month since my last post. Sorta got bored of whining here. I'm dead beat. Just wanna go to bed. But I can't sleep. I think I'll be happier if I was borned deaf. All those effing noises. Arghhh!!! Shut the fuck up already. I need to sleep. Why can't you people go to bed at night and be awake at sunrise just like what NORMAL humans should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading my blog you should have known that I was totally thrilled last semester about moving out of the campus hostel cos it is overpopulated, hence, the noises which make me feel like throwing a cocktail molotov to any noise producing being. And now, here I am renting a house right behind "Restoran Ala Thai". Bodoh name. Throw hand grenade at you. My room's window is DIRECTLY facing the kitchen. And for some odd reason, they operate at weird hours. ie it's already 3 am and the guy is still frying shits for customers who strangely have their dinners in the wee hours of the morning. Wth? Periodictly, you can hear the sound of the mak cik washing dishes, and those running the restaurant shouting at each other. And the cook hitting the frying pan. By the time they clean up, it'll be 4 am ish. Which left me with another 3 hours before any one of my housemates are awake. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have only four senses if I have to live my life like this.&lt;br /&gt;I even stop listening to music whenever the surrounding is quiet. Gotta cherish those quiet moments. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very annoyed whenever I hear people complaining about "insomnia" when they just had one sleepless night. You're not insomniac. You probably overslept. You're pissing off those who really suffer from insomnia. Even we don't whine about it during the day, so why should you? One very good suggestion to safe your friends' ear from bleeding: Go scribble in the toilet wall if you're ah beng/lian. Or buy a note book and turn it into a "whine journal". For those kiamsiap cases, just buy a buku lima lima lima and write down all your emo thoughts in it. (Buku lima lima lima has now improved. It is made of quality paper and has a nice smooth cover. Very much different than when one of my friends used to use it as buku hutang&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lol)&lt;/span&gt; back in standard 3. Which leads me to another story... Once upon a time, there lived a hungry girl cos she left her recess food at home. Her blood glucose level was running low, like the vitality indicator on the bottom left of the screen in Diablo II when your Sorceress/Assassin/Barbarian/wateva is attacked by hundreds of cows in Moo Moo World. So she borrowed tiga puluh sen from her friend to buy a bowl of mee something. On following day, the honest little girl returned tiga puluh sen she borrowed cos even at a very young age, she realise that it is not nice to owe others money for too long. Her friend took the tiga puluh sen and put it in her pocket. So the innocent little girl tot everything was settled, until one day, approximately 2 weeks later, her friend came asking for tiga puluh sen from her. Shocked, she said that she had already returned the tiga puluh sen and her friend gave her that "yer right" look. Her friend then told her she was certain that she still owes her tiga puluh sen and was sorta announcing to the world that she used the tiga puluh sen to buy a bowl of mee something. Why? How can she be so sure? She said her buku lima lima lima says so. Therefore, it is concrete evident and it's even legal in any court proceeding to claim that your friends owe you xx amount of money provided you draw margins and lable your margins in your buku lima lima lima according to date, name, and amount owe. Unsatisfied, that honest little girl tried to make her friend recall that she had already returned the tiga puluh sen. She even mentioned the place she returned the tiga puluh sen, which hand she received it and which pocket she put it into. After a short argument her friend wanted to act "dai fong", told her, "nevermind lor. You say u return ma return d lor" with her muka cokodok basi. Ohh the best part is... the whole incident was witnessed by the little girl's classmates and oso some kaypo students lah. She was damn paiseh that time. But it's alright, she still live to repeat this story. I remember how lcl laughed her intestine off back in form 4 when i told her this story. wei it's only tiga puluh sen la. And your buku lima lima lima system sucks. Btw the "friend" I've mentioned then grew up to be an "oh-so-awesome-and-cool" person, or whatever she believes she is. Honestly, wearing skimpy clothes and speaking with weird accent &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like whenever i have an ulcer on my tongue)&lt;/span&gt;  doesn't make you cool. Which also leads me to another incident which I'm too tired to type right now. Tell you in another sleepless night la )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unrelated, "overgrown babies" also annoy me. I believe that most people with a sound brain would stand on my side. As young adults, it is almost a must to know how to behave when... dowan to blog bout this. I fear for my life. And is it that important to attract attention? Attention seekers deserve a bitch slap kau kau. Along with those who repeats the same old thing again and again and again &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(an exception to my stories cos mine's not irritating)&lt;/span&gt; . And if you're a loner, does that make you a loser?  Some people think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6799176689211791606?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6799176689211791606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6799176689211791606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6799176689211791606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6799176689211791606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-sleep-when-im-dead.html' title='I&apos;ll sleep when I&apos;m dead'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6937183547775852910</id><published>2009-07-18T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:48:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the beginning of another semester</title><content type='html'>Two weeks has passed.&lt;br /&gt;I suffered from food poisoning on my very first week here. On the third day back in USM to be exact. And it was by far the best food poisoning experience. I lay dead on my bed for four days and could hardly eat. I think I took more medication than actual food. Thumbs up to the kopitiam somewhere beside Riyas. I can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by so freaking fast. If I move any slower, it'll bite me in my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Time and tide wait for no man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6937183547775852910?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6937183547775852910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6937183547775852910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6937183547775852910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6937183547775852910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-beginning-of-another-semester.html' title='It&apos;s the beginning of another semester'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-451151982592426283</id><published>2009-05-25T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:07:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead!!!</title><content type='html'>It's just that I only blog in my hostel room. I'm on a two months semester break. And I have a life, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;part of it is rewatching 10 seasons of "Friends"-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My throat is hurting from all those senseless screaming:D ht said I syok sendiri. Dun care. I bet that's the last time they'll ever invite me for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a haircut. They told me I look like a hippy. Dun care oso. Lazy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to UUM a couple of weeks ago. Spent 8 days there. Hostels were TERRIBLE. Made me realise how lucky we are in USM. Okay I'm gonna start my rant on hostels again. I can't help it. No offence. I drank water sparingly to avoid myself from using the toilet. It's THAT bad. The locks aint working for some stalls. ALL the flush aint working. The room... sigh. Bottom line... dear friends, USM is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did enjoy myself there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys witnessed the cafeteria on fire. The cause of the fire was due to an over-charged handphone. See how a short circuit could burn half a million ringgit overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gEw7MBCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oqg3iP6Ih4M/s1600-h/DSC02206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gEw7MBCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oqg3iP6Ih4M/s400/DSC02206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340882211821061154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gEd3eAYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4RxHYvCeJ1g/s1600-h/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gEd3eAYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4RxHYvCeJ1g/s400/DSC02208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340882206705189250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have their own Taman Rusa on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kRwXwUSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HVEUkP7q2aI/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kRwXwUSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HVEUkP7q2aI/s400/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886833057255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breathtaking scenery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kSJ2pX4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GzEj7X93o74/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kSJ2pX4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/GzEj7X93o74/s400/DSC02191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886839897710466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kRvAi-iI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J8BYY5ix7y0/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6kRvAi-iI/AAAAAAAAAKE/J8BYY5ix7y0/s400/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886832691477026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gE7fCKyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/g2jsUvUTX24/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gE7fCKyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/g2jsUvUTX24/s400/DSC02192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340882214655765282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gFOJqrrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MCWpRxXHTZc/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gFOJqrrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MCWpRxXHTZc/s400/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340882219666419378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, at least I updated something. See you in July.&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forgot... Birthday's coming. Hint! Hint! Hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ShrUe1GlHSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vds5pqfolIM/s1600-h/fm_pacif012rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ShrUe1GlHSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vds5pqfolIM/s400/fm_pacif012rm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813934316985634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Actually I'm more despo for a Roland Microcube. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-451151982592426283?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/451151982592426283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=451151982592426283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/451151982592426283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/451151982592426283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead!!!'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Sh6gEw7MBCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oqg3iP6Ih4M/s72-c/DSC02206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2484081460337965521</id><published>2009-04-16T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:17:00.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love And Fart</title><content type='html'>爱情就象放屁，放走了，再找不回来；爱情就象放屁，随时随地都可能发生；爱情就象放屁，在不知不觉中酝酿，爆发的时候却如此猛烈；爱情就象放屁，有什么样的投入，就有什么样的味道；爱情就象放屁，看不见摸不着，却又如此真实的感受到；爱情就象放屁，两个人之间，你做了，不用说她也能知道；爱情就象放屁，此时无声胜有声；爱情就象放屁，越是短促，越是震撼人心；爱情就象放屁，也许你只是无心，却很可能伤害了她；爱情就象放屁，独自一个人呆在小房间的时候，最是痛苦；爱情就象放屁，最终都是随风飘散，再无痕……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary...&lt;br /&gt;Love is like fart, it happens anytime anywhere. You can't see it, but you can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, hu the hell compares love to bad gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sitting for Bahasa Melayu paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I only understand 3% of that paragraph. Still working on my mandarin for the sake of kaypoing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason, occupants of my hostel block lurve to yell with their shrieky, piercing, high-pitched voice. Lyk wth?&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 3 hours last night. Can't wait to move out next semester. Oh ya, didn't really realise that there's a surau/miniature mosque opposite. This is NOT an insensitive remark OKAY. Whatever, I don't mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2484081460337965521?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2484081460337965521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2484081460337965521' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2484081460337965521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2484081460337965521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/04/summary.html' title='Of Love And Fart'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6109469273480958910</id><published>2009-04-13T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:16:04.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mind at peace</title><content type='html'>As usual... I had approximately 4 hours of rest last night. Yup.. even with pills. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And I sat for engineering mathematics paper this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on in my mind right now. Not that it's my own problem, people around me are facing dilemma. Recently(I dunno how recent, maybe they've already decided long ago) almost everyone had their asses kicked out of the hostel. Yes, the shithole I've been blogging about all this while. Now it's a privilege to secure a place here. Sorry if I've offended anyone. I can't say I couldn't care less anymore. There aren't any vacant houses left at the nearby housing estate. It's like a freaking small town over here. And stupid me thought that all my sufferings (not all, but maybe most) will come to an end as long as I move out of this shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friends, I wished I could help. If you think I'm selfish, try putting yourself in my shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comtemplating suicide.&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;Tomorrow'll be Physical Chem.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wiki-ed entropy 5 minutes ago, and wikipedia provides a good and complete definition of entropy... but my eyes are too lazy to read 'em. Excuse excuse excuse... Funny thing is, I read every single line when I wiki-ed "ah beng". Just proves how picky human minds can be. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6109469273480958910?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6109469273480958910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6109469273480958910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6109469273480958910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6109469273480958910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/04/mind-at-peace.html' title='A mind at peace'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5826685667674815050</id><published>2009-04-12T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:08:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals starts tomorrow</title><content type='html'>and I was sick 50% of the time during study week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SeHV0hbsuPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HdBEZGQr19U/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SeHV0hbsuPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HdBEZGQr19U/s400/DSC02175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323771332833097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck y'all.&lt;br /&gt;and dun worry too much bout accommodation next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5826685667674815050?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5826685667674815050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5826685667674815050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5826685667674815050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5826685667674815050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/04/finals-starts-tomorrow.html' title='Finals starts tomorrow'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SeHV0hbsuPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HdBEZGQr19U/s72-c/DSC02175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2486561250533060170</id><published>2009-04-02T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:03:11.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn tired wei</title><content type='html'>Lactose intolerant... arghhhh not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. another pariah short post to tell you guys I lausai again=___=" 80% solvent, 20% solute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2486561250533060170?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2486561250533060170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2486561250533060170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2486561250533060170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2486561250533060170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-tired-wei.html' title='Damn tired wei'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-490383454794974639</id><published>2009-04-01T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:59:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found it ^_^</title><content type='html'>It has been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. dun bother asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-490383454794974639?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/490383454794974639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=490383454794974639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/490383454794974639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/490383454794974639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-found-it.html' title='I&apos;ve found it ^_^'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1134707511982539429</id><published>2009-03-30T09:25:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:02:14.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While denying Electrical Technology</title><content type='html'>I'm updating for the sake of updating.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And syok sendiri laaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I visited my sister at her National Service camp somewhere in the jungle of Bukit Mertajam. And I was like, "omfgthankgoodnessIwasnotoneoftheselectedluckyones".&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAien9nm4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lmf0F86I7tI/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAien9nm4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lmf0F86I7tI/s400/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318789069443406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff I snapped during my first and second term of freshman year...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In no particular order. duh. hu remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdBsPAwkfqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4CR8UvBGnDg/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdBsPAwkfqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4CR8UvBGnDg/s400/DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870165082111650" border="0" /&gt;On my way home. That aint me okayyy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdA-SJ7PBUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/alHshYzr5f8/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdA-SJ7PBUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/alHshYzr5f8/s400/DSC02029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318819641547490626" border="0" /&gt;Attempted cam-ho. Failed obviously&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtJ7dmIYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ILyDCTAZkTA/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtJ7dmIYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ILyDCTAZkTA/s400/DSC01912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800808528454018" border="0" /&gt;Stinko bug.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAs8hA87gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VJUyF2g8gKo/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAs8hA87gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VJUyF2g8gKo/s400/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800578090692098" border="0" /&gt;When you look out of hp's window.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuPQtiU_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JtE45tM0Pjw/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuPQtiU_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JtE45tM0Pjw/s400/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801999643431922" border="0" /&gt;Gigantic bug at the DU. Dunno. EO enlighten me with your st&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdA9UI6hqxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gc1vYY0POGg/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdA9UI6hqxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gc1vYY0POGg/s400/DSC02072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318818576124193554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuPQtiU_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JtE45tM0Pjw/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;pm bio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdA9UI6hqxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gc1vYY0POGg/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;Copying tutorial. A weekly routine:p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuPJ59iUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n923QQumrmk/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuPJ59iUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/n923QQumrmk/s400/DSC02023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801997816498498" border="0" /&gt;Cats here are not toilet trained.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAuOiY_jHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ybirZcQdbYg/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5nOu2JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nXb6pvk2Yns/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5nOu2JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nXb6pvk2Yns/s400/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801627731122322" border="0" /&gt;ct's foot and a cricket bug.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5pXidtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/24k49Kbr-1U/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5pXidtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/24k49Kbr-1U/s400/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801628304930514" border="0" /&gt;Mechanics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvx1JfoXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HSVpcWt6REc/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvx1JfoXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HSVpcWt6REc/s400/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318803693051552114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvx1JfoXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HSVpcWt6REc/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;My housemate next semester. In case he secrectly film me while bathing, I shall bertindak dahulu.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5TY4qiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UpnrJ9C4Y88/s1600-h/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5TY4qiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UpnrJ9C4Y88/s400/DSC01970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801622404999714" border="0" /&gt;Dog with hair worse than mine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5Ru0uMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/um-kuElTOsA/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5Ru0uMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/um-kuElTOsA/s400/DSC01968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801621960145090" border="0" /&gt;Chinese Mid Autumn Festival. lol the only thing memorable was this oversized praying &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAt5Ru0uMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/um-kuElTOsA/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;mantis.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtfMOHo4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8scUv9ov7M/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtfMOHo4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8scUv9ov7M/s400/DSC01958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801173804196738" border="0" /&gt;Room lor, with stuff hurled all over. My OCDness has been cured.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtfD1JqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GlZiQxCMLbE/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtfD1JqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GlZiQxCMLbE/s400/DSC01955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801171551988178" border="0" /&gt;While attending Kelas Bahasa Cina at the Pusat Bahasa. Strangely, that bird stood there the whole night.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAte5bQcsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QPVl7b-oHWY/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAte5bQcsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QPVl7b-oHWY/s400/DSC01953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801168759026370" border="0" /&gt;The only pic I snapped during lab. I believe they reused that yellowish thing every week. Eww...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAte8yTH5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fK9E9Hdhv7s/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAte8yTH5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fK9E9Hdhv7s/s400/DSC01952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801169660977042" border="0" /&gt;A dead bug eaten by thousands of smaller bugs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtegsDwWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2NnjCi5C7Q0/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtegsDwWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2NnjCi5C7Q0/s400/DSC01947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318801162118611298" border="0" /&gt;A dying birdling which fell off it's nest.&lt;br /&gt;:-(((((&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtK30HoTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bR2bR-QKP8Q/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtK30HoTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bR2bR-QKP8Q/s400/DSC01918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800824729051442" border="0" /&gt;bug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtKvWs7mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EGb-OcU4Tv8/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtKvWs7mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EGb-OcU4Tv8/s400/DSC01917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800822458183266" border="0" /&gt;another bug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtKSw4p-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A0_FJ8ktxbY/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAtKSw4p-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A0_FJ8ktxbY/s400/DSC01913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800814783375330" border="0" /&gt;bug. sigh -__-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvw7JdsLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uuV9xWIhEZc/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvw7JdsLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uuV9xWIhEZc/s400/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318803677482168498" border="0" /&gt;sean drinking grape juice out of his manboob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvxsWBCzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/klV0WP91Noc/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAvxsWBCzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/klV0WP91Noc/s400/DSC02130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318803690688154418" border="0" /&gt;A rainbow :]]]]]]]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday ikmk. You better wear that t-shirt I bought you. Come on... it's not THAT gay. That's the biggest size available larrrrr. And body hugging clothes are trendy :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1134707511982539429?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1134707511982539429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1134707511982539429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1134707511982539429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1134707511982539429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-denying-electrical-technology.html' title='While denying Electrical Technology'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SdAien9nm4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/lmf0F86I7tI/s72-c/DSC02159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1030944665933597682</id><published>2009-03-24T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:08:22.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>Three more weeks of staying in the hostel...&lt;br /&gt;One more month before I'll be free as a bird... Or at least a bird bound to a bigger cage. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Den I can learn to do a cover of "Put Your Records On":P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a shocking but pleasant news last week.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm moving out next semester. Yay&lt;br /&gt;Also, most lectures for the next semester will be conducted in our respective schools.^.^&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those people are in a league of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just googled for "2015 millennium goals"... and read through it la. duh(instead of studying for tech e. tomolo test wei)&lt;br /&gt;and I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;"In developing countries, there is one chance in 48 for mothers to die during childbirth, although many countries have now implemented safe motherhood programmes."&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1030944665933597682?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1030944665933597682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1030944665933597682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1030944665933597682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1030944665933597682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='I see light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7218414069541961187</id><published>2009-03-18T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:57:38.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>I did not attend a single lecture/tutorial. Syok giler...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down the days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No, I'm not dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving out next semester!!!&lt;br /&gt;In a way I dun want this semester to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7218414069541961187?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7218414069541961187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7218414069541961187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7218414069541961187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7218414069541961187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5643874342573658176</id><published>2009-03-15T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:34:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There be a test for Strength of Material tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>And here I am doing pointless quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I'm more of a slacker than an angry young woman. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quiztitlebox"&gt;   &lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;How Angry Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;How Angry Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are 76% Angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/howangryareyouquiz/angry-4.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You're a pretty angry person, although you might not describe yourself that way.&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about it, you probably feel annoyed, frustrated, and disappointed often.&lt;br /&gt;All of the emotions above are classic signs of anger.&lt;br /&gt;And if these angry feelings are controlling your life, you may need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quiztitlebox"&gt;   &lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are 64% Slacker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-4.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are pretty much a slacker. Sure you may have a job or car, but only through luck and charm.&lt;br /&gt;So stop slacking! (And stop turning your underwear inside out instead of washing it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went on a quiz frenzy... lazy to cut nd paste the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quiztitlebox"&gt;   &lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are 72% Evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/howevilareyouquiz/evil.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth? I can't believe it. I'm a loving person. No, really ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5643874342573658176?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5643874342573658176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5643874342573658176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5643874342573658176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5643874342573658176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-be-test-for-strength-of-material.html' title='There be a test for Strength of Material tomorrow...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7895254754342962143</id><published>2009-03-13T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:33:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>I love to hit the delete button ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7895254754342962143?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7895254754342962143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7895254754342962143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7895254754342962143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7895254754342962143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_13.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1420933291239250272</id><published>2009-03-11T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:50:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm so jealous=_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1420933291239250272?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1420933291239250272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1420933291239250272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1420933291239250272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1420933291239250272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_11.html' title='...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2360909251362963629</id><published>2009-03-11T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:23:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire drill :-(</title><content type='html'>Everyone was in their pj's. lol&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone commented something about me which made me feel uncomfortable. -___-&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not a competitive person. So what? I only do things that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm not observant enough. But hey, I dun give a shit. Or could it be due to ignorance? I dunno. It's just weird and creepy how observant certain people can be.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear the exact same shirt three days in a row and I dun think I'll even notice. Fyi, I'm not implying that I do that. It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here? Maybe it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could all live in our own boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Den we set a rule. If you cross over to my teritory, or in this case you step into my box, I'll give you a drop kick. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2360909251362963629?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2360909251362963629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2360909251362963629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2360909251362963629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2360909251362963629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-drill.html' title='Fire drill :-('/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6714876893091443465</id><published>2009-03-09T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:28:31.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saja</title><content type='html'>It's cold and breezy outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I like warm weather ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6714876893091443465?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6714876893091443465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6714876893091443465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6714876893091443465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6714876893091443465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/saja.html' title='saja'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8858343390621926577</id><published>2009-03-05T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:30:55.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like... eww</title><content type='html'>This afternoon after engineering practices, I came back to my hostel to take a shower before attending lecture at 2. The toilet closest to my room was locked and I could hear banging noises as thought someone was in there renovating the toilet(no lar, mana tau they wanna built a bath tub to uplift the title of APEX University). So I went to the toilet on the other side and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture at 4, I came back to my room and changed into my infamous pyjamas and went to the toilet to pee. The toilet was already ready. The contractors were really efficient. It took them an afternoon to fix or unclog the toilet bowl or whatever they did i dunno. But one thing for sure... they cemented the pipe which carries the waste from the toilet above(I'm on level 2, so I assume the jamban on the third floor tersumbat den they have to hentam the pipe from below, take out whatever that's causing the tersumbat problem and mend it back with cement).&lt;br /&gt;So I happily peed in the second cubicle. I felt a drop of water fell on my left leg. I did not suspect anything unusual cos that drop of water was clear.... and cold. I walked back to my room and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I woke up &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos of noises&lt;/span&gt; and went to pee, again at the second jamban and I felt another drop of water, on my left shoulder. I looked up and focused all my sight on that particular cemented spot of the pipe. And I was like... oh no, crap. *pukes uncontrollably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up for our contractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Engineering Mathematics, yz sneezed on a piece of tissue paper and compressed it into a cube. And just now at the basketball court, he said 'yau yo kou jap'(dunno hanyu pinyin :p). Yau=want, yo=got, kou=enough, jap=gravy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SbAMBuKEWjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d0WWOZP-eoc/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SbAMBuKEWjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d0WWOZP-eoc/s400/DSC02119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309757184379476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8858343390621926577?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8858343390621926577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8858343390621926577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8858343390621926577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8858343390621926577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-eww.html' title='Like... eww'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SbAMBuKEWjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d0WWOZP-eoc/s72-c/DSC02119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8127444925999631060</id><published>2009-03-04T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:53:47.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Listening to Michelle Branch... figuring out the strumming pattern for Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember back in form 2, All You Wanted was my favourite song. And I think the lyrics are still relevant today...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loner. And no matter how I try to convince myself that time'll change it, it aint happening. Please don't expect me to smile all day, it's tiring. Or reply when you ask me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to pejabat Jaya. Yup, I requested to change my room. I cant go on living like this. I'm getting stupider and stupider.(On Monday, I calculated 90-70=30. And hp was right beside me, stoned). One of the officers I dealt with asked me what was my reason(more like how dare you come see me. You've just wasted my goyang kaki time). So I said... I cant sleep. She gave me that look... like you little brat, go screw yourself. I told her I was on sleeping pill since last semester. Before I finished my sentence, she went on, "macam mana kamu dapat pil tidur?" with that jibai look on her face. "Salah di sisi undang -undang. Doktor bertauliah ke? Doktor tak berhak memberi siapa-siapa pil tidur. Staf ataupun pekerja, kamu pulak pelajar sahaja. Kamu pi beli sendiri ke? Kecuali terlibat dalam kemalangan sahaja doktor boleh bagi......" and she went on and on with that fucked up ultrasonic voice of hers. It was kinda long... lazy wanna type. Frustrated, I left the office. I really broke down after that. I mean I thought they were there to help us out. I'm still working on writing a letter to the Penggwa(that's the only thing I can do it seems), but I dun think it'll make any difference. I've heard friends telling me of how some seniors when through the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I would like to say... If you think poeple like me are weak and belong to the lower class of the society, go screw yourself. I didn't choose to be like this. i was borned like this. Hooray to you if you were borned with a high level of tolerance. Try to understand. I can see why some people decided to end their lifes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8127444925999631060?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8127444925999631060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8127444925999631060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8127444925999631060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8127444925999631060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1416051828004347549</id><published>2009-03-02T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:46:52.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like I've not slept for a month</title><content type='html'>I noe it sounds crazy but it's true. Recently eo said I'm acting as though I'm persuing an Acturial Science degree. For the record, I dun have study stress. In fact I never did.&lt;br /&gt;My only problem is... I cant sleep. So, I'm like a walking zombie 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was Material Night&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; at City Bayview wei :@&lt;/span&gt;. Sorta like attending the fourth years' prom. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And stupid me signed up for Eco Race held at the main campus, which started so bleeping early in morning. We were supposed to gather there at 6.45am, but it started at 8 ish. Again, walking zombie.&lt;/span&gt; Wardrobe Malfunction!!! Thank goodness for those safety pins trh and j found for me. And I screwed up the chords for the second verse of Fall For You cos I tot the amp wasn't working. My bad, I cant thear my own instrument. When I got home, I just couldn't look at myself in the mirror. The sight of it is so freaking disturbing. Next time I might consider wearing a tux.&lt;br /&gt;And so the day ended with a zhi phai/camwhore session with... myself.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, gimme a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Shq9CQ-qA8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/icl8c0EM3UQ/s1600-h/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Shq9CQ-qA8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/icl8c0EM3UQ/s400/oops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339788154816299970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;You see, the beauty of this shot is that it was taken in my OWN bedroom by MYSELF without those ridiculous makeup and bimbo hairdo. PLUS, I'm in my pyjamas and desperately trying to look 'ker ai'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead beat. Just came back from Autocity for a heavy dinner at Tao with my fellow bandmates(ceh, wanna act like Daughtry pulak). Eat-all-you-can. Gluttony is a sin people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1416051828004347549?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1416051828004347549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1416051828004347549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1416051828004347549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1416051828004347549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-like-ive-not-slept-for-month.html' title='It&apos;s like I&apos;ve not slept for a month'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/Shq9CQ-qA8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/icl8c0EM3UQ/s72-c/oops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-460321856924634907</id><published>2009-02-26T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:15:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling more dead than alive</title><content type='html'>Yesterday eo and ws came visiting me in USM. Stuffs happened lazy wanna blog about it. Eo asked me why cant I blog bout something more interesting or decent or proper or less sarcastic or whatever she said I cant remember. At times, I dun listen when people are talking to me. My bad. So I wanna dedicate this KeR AiZZxx PosTzxxz 2TwO2 HeRxXx noHXxX. mIee H0Pez euu EnjoYz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToD@y mUi W3nT LunChz @t YeN sAn dE ShopPe. FoOoOoD ThErE BeRIee NiCe N CheaPz NorHz. BaTTerz DeN miee UnI'zzzzxxzxz de CafEtErIa Norhzxxzxx. LaDiEeEs FinGeRzz BeRriE HoChIaKz. miee lyKz PurpLe BerriE NiCe dE CoLoRx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down. Hand me a gun right now, I'll go ahead and kill them. All this hypocricy is killing my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coward despite the cold and nonchalant attitude I tend to portray.&lt;br /&gt;I run away from my problems. And they are all the big ones that may cost my future. It may seem petty to you guys, but try being in my position. I wish I can just sumbat korang semua into my smelliest shoe(fyi, I dun have feet odour problem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, good grades are overrated. They dun represent a person's work ethic. I'm too exhausted to blog about this. I slept for an average of 3 hours this week. How am I suppose to do anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this decent blog, I wanna say this. Go screw yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just popped sleeping pill into my mouth. This time double dosage but it's not working. If I'm not afraid of the pain I'll be cutting my wrist right now:-( I despise myself. I despise myself I despise myself I despise myself. I despise myself. I'm such a coward. A runner, just run away from everything. I can't go on like this. I'm ignorant. No, I think I get that person but sometimes humans tend to behave differently every second. I love this blog. I can just type anything I want and it wont reply. Or gun me down for my stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-460321856924634907?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/460321856924634907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=460321856924634907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/460321856924634907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/460321856924634907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-more-dead-than-alive.html' title='I&apos;m feeling more dead than alive'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1933145670707732474</id><published>2009-02-25T08:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:23:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so they finally told me...</title><content type='html'>that i have fugly hair. hs is willing to sponsor me to get better hair cut, or something to do with that. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just freakin hair. I mean those black protein filament that grows out of my scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think it's THAT bad. So quit pestering me to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SaSahZ9ErvI/AAAAAAAAADs/Em2ojzYShLE/s1600-h/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SaSahZ9ErvI/AAAAAAAAADs/Em2ojzYShLE/s400/DSC00048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306536159642693362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! You go, girl. Flaunt it bay-beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nano Nano is so freaking expensive. 6 biji gula-gula kechik for 80 sen. 13.33333333 cents perbiji.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1933145670707732474?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1933145670707732474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1933145670707732474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1933145670707732474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1933145670707732474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-they-finally-told-me.html' title='And so they finally told me...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SaSahZ9ErvI/AAAAAAAAADs/Em2ojzYShLE/s72-c/DSC00048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3754665601929564298</id><published>2009-02-24T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:47:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky...wahhahaha I guess not</title><content type='html'>30 minutes ago lkl and I did something totally crazy. Lol, we sang Lucky on stage with only 30 minutes of practice and he snapping the picture of the chords and lyric he just googled like 2 hours before the thing. Wei seriously sorry for dragging you into this. Guess I owe him a... umm... sebiji Nano Nano... IF I remember. But hey seriously, how often do we get to sing like drunkards and nobody's business... in the FREAKING DEWAN UTAMA. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unrelated, I really, really wanna tell someone something................-___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3754665601929564298?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3754665601929564298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3754665601929564298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3754665601929564298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3754665601929564298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/luckywahhahaha-i-guess-not.html' title='Lucky...wahhahaha I guess not'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3953352181244064695</id><published>2009-02-17T10:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:52:56.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunno</title><content type='html'>Was really, really busy last week.&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship expo thingy, tests, band practice etc.&lt;br /&gt;Fever.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been eating rice for 3 days. I NEED RICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Valentine's Day is just a day invented by greeting card companies. Why do people make such a big deal about it. Like posting those oh so touching blogs. Ranting bout being single. Lame. Thinking you're in love with someone with good look. That's not love, that's just lust. I mean come on there's more than meets the eye. Why not appreciate those around you, like every single day. Watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture that's been in my psp for ages. Wanna share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SZowePkDfSI/AAAAAAAAADk/K5Yt7cJ3hW0/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SZowePkDfSI/AAAAAAAAADk/K5Yt7cJ3hW0/s400/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303604807314144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3953352181244064695?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3953352181244064695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3953352181244064695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3953352181244064695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3953352181244064695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/dunno.html' title='dunno'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SZowePkDfSI/AAAAAAAAADk/K5Yt7cJ3hW0/s72-c/DSC01497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7139711060083189544</id><published>2009-02-13T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:41:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Random Facts of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was tagged by hp, kinda long ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave a comment (“You’re tagged!”), and to read your blog, you can’t tag a person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do everything ikut suka. ie. this tag i suddenly syok therefore i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm more of a bitch than a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Currently an undergrad in USM doing my Bachelor's Degree in Engineering(Material Science). Ironically, I leave my bicycle under the rain and sunlight everyday and the chain, gear, etc corroded. Now it look like a piece of 20 year old junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a picky eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My list of dislikes is 135435324 times longer than my likes. I put myself on top of my hate-list. Nothing can cure my self-hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Before I lost my old school GameBoy, I could play Tetris from sunrise till sunset. I get high arranging blocks-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I suffer from OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm a shy person for real. I don't PRETEND to be shy, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I see myself as a drug abuser/alcoholic in 10 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If I DO live past 60 I see myself dying alone. But I wouldn't mind since mass suicide is so 1980's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm less of a loner now than I was 5 years ago. Still, I'm a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I LOVE to sit alone in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. It's all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I think outward appearance is LESS important that what's within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't hate me cause I dun believe in god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FRANK SINATRA is my very favourite singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately, ppl I really, really wanna tag dun blog. Wateva... I'm gonna list y'all anyway&lt;br /&gt;ikmk - cos u #&amp;amp;%#@&amp;amp;%#@&amp;amp;#%&lt;br /&gt;lkl - cos u like stuff that i like. creepy&lt;br /&gt;lhm - cos I just saw her empty blog and I doubt she'll even read this&lt;br /&gt;Gina ykf - cos dunno&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;eoyl - saja I noe almost everything bout her and she prob thinks blogging is lame. if she even bother to  see this, she's prob munching something right now or half asleep or high on drugs or shaking ass do da chacha bay-bee. Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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/4189898507300650509-7139711060083189544?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7139711060083189544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7139711060083189544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7139711060083189544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7139711060083189544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-random-facts-of-mine.html' title='16 Random Facts of Mine'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1994589023549617985</id><published>2009-02-09T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:01:08.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so screwed</title><content type='html'>Ok so I just opened the soft copy of my lecture notes... and... AHH!!!!!!!!! OMFG&lt;br /&gt;migraine... period pain. Too much to study, too little time. SEI LOR.&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Mathematics test tomorrow night. Crap. Electrical Technology the following day. Omfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if I cared that much I would've started earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Test. meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1994589023549617985?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1994589023549617985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1994589023549617985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1994589023549617985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1994589023549617985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-screwed.html' title='I&apos;m so screwed'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5516239985274905675</id><published>2009-02-05T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:20:17.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lame thing just cos i dun wanna study</title><content type='html'>Lizard shit is like karma. You clean it today and it comes back at the exact same spot tomorrow. I'm so sick of it, there's this effin' lizard(s) that loves to take a crap at MY CORNER in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hp tagged me again. This one's really lame/pathetic so Imma shrink it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm shuffling wateva's on my lappie cos my mp3 player's at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Put your  iTunes/mp3 player/Cellphone etc on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;2. For each question, press the  next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write the name of the song, regardless of  however weird :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag some friends who  might enjoy doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here Goes  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAY "IS THIS OKAY"  YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Away From It All - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A  GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get A Kick Out Of You - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL  TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S  PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do It For Me Now - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR  MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;LOVE this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF  YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;lol, too many Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR  PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed - Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY  OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Game Of Love - Santana ft. Michelle Branch&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Line - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST  FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE  PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Season - Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE  STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get Around - Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN  YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocking Bird - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE  THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I Am - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF  YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savin' Me - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR  WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight - Muse&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR  FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love In This Club - David Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR  HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR  FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;WMA's shuffle mode sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORSE THING THAT  COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HOW WILL YOU  DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Königin der Natch Aria - Diana Damrau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU  REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You - Boyce Avenue&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU  LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Only We Know - Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU  CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer - Britney Spears covered by David Choi(this guy's cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET  MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Of Getting Jumped - De La Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE  MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adventure - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE  YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Il natal d'Apollo- Ove son- Qual'aure io spiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME,  WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Crazy - Eminem&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT  NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Of My Life - David Cook&lt;br /&gt;finally something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS  AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me With You - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm gonna  tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                             No one cos I'm pathetic I dunno anyone and this doesn't make any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5516239985274905675?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5516239985274905675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5516239985274905675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5516239985274905675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5516239985274905675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-lame-thing-just-cos-i-dun-wanna.html' title='Another lame thing just cos i dun wanna study'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3509938404559965608</id><published>2009-02-05T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:58:41.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;idiocy scared the crap out of our Engineering Mathematics lecturer. Teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made my very own bolt and nut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYq0Qy3oGxI/AAAAAAAAADU/cScYSPlu57o/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYq0Qy3oGxI/AAAAAAAAADU/cScYSPlu57o/s400/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299246112180804370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through my e-mail, and came across something really interesting forwarded by lulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the world's "easiest" quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT CHEAT AND LOOK AT ANSWERS!!!                                    &lt;br /&gt;and for heaven's sake don't tell anyone your score                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; WORLD'S EASIEST QUIZ                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;(Passing requires 4 correct answers)                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;1) How long did the Hundred Years' War last?                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;2) Which country makes Panama hats?                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;3) From which animal do we get cat gut?                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;7) What was King George VI's first name?                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;8) What color is a purple finch?                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Remember, you need 4 correct answers to pass.                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Check your answers below.                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS TO THE QUIZ                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;1) How long did the Hundred Years War last? 116 years                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;2) Which country makes Panama hats? Ecuador                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;3) From which animal do we get cat gut? Sheep and Horses               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution? November&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;5) What is a camel's hair brush made of? Squirrel fur                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal? Dogs &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;7) What was King George VI's first name? Albert                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;8) What color is a purple finch? Crimson                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from? New Zealand                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane? Orange&lt;br /&gt;(of course)                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;What do you mean, you failed?                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Me, too.                                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;(And if you try to tell me you passed, you lie!)                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to some brilliant friends.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3509938404559965608?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3509938404559965608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3509938404559965608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3509938404559965608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3509938404559965608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-fun.html' title='Today was fun'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYq0Qy3oGxI/AAAAAAAAADU/cScYSPlu57o/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8748452559702362237</id><published>2009-02-04T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:20:00.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lame</title><content type='html'>In Loving Memory of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYlAgZSccjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J5lUIGsYRN8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYlAgZSccjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J5lUIGsYRN8/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298837361866338866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inserts eulogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know being a Baba Nyonya descendant is so big a deal till this morning when my roomy went, "OMG, ur babanyonya? Now I finally see one."&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I should get a cucuk sanggul for my disasterous hair.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8748452559702362237?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8748452559702362237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8748452559702362237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8748452559702362237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8748452559702362237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-lame.html' title='I&apos;m lame'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYlAgZSccjI/AAAAAAAAADM/J5lUIGsYRN8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8740780079215174367</id><published>2009-02-03T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:48:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamo Potato</title><content type='html'>I've been updating my blog every single night when I'm in the hostel without realising the lameness and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just bought another cube from lkl. It's his WUS product. No, not wuss, WUS the subject code for the mandatory entrepreneurship course USM shoved up our asses.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYhGic6EvCI/AAAAAAAAACk/UBMG3D_wqwQ/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYhGic6EvCI/AAAAAAAAACk/UBMG3D_wqwQ/s320/DSC02057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562519290657826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key chain sized cube. Def NOT genuine Rubik's&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 this case, his answer to the following question from the quiz we sat for last week should be (e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYhGtk1v6hI/AAAAAAAAACs/TL_laHKqbho/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYhGtk1v6hI/AAAAAAAAACs/TL_laHKqbho/s320/DSC02033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562710398560786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally took advantage of my fetish for Rubiks Cube.&lt;br /&gt;No la no la I saja nia later he hentam me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8740780079215174367?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8740780079215174367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8740780079215174367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8740780079215174367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8740780079215174367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamo-potato.html' title='Lamo Potato'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYhGic6EvCI/AAAAAAAAACk/UBMG3D_wqwQ/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8864343292312137068</id><published>2009-02-02T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:53:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok NOW I'm pissed</title><content type='html'>Where do I start? K, tomorrow is the 9th day of Chinese New Year. Kononnya it's da REAL New Year for we Chinese of Hokkien descendant. Hokkiens will worship the Jade Emperor at 12-2am with offerings, ie. sugar cane and stuffs(I dunno what are they called) etc. Cut the crap...&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going home to pray didn't cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I attended tutorial at 3pm. And yeah I walked to my school instead of riding cos I doubt there's air in my bike's tire after a week of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I sat and waited for my tutor, and then came tcgl(he's from Penang). I saja asked him whether or not he's going back. And blah blah blah. He told me if I wanna go back, USM's shuttle bus(free bus service provided by USM to the main campus:]) will pick USMers up at the cafeteria at 3.15pm. I looked at my handphone it was already 3.18pm. elzw told me I can still make it if I want to. After considering the pros and cons and in depht thinking for 30 seconds, I've decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;So I grabbed my bag and cabut from Bilik Tutorial before the Syrian tutor came in and headed to the cafeteria. Minutes later I saw a bus with humongous USM logo on it. So I carried on walking(wanna act klahz ma:P). Then I started running cos I'm aware that I have short limbs. No lar actually the bus might leave any minute. When I was about to reach the cafeteria, the bus started moving. That was when I began running like a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;And so the bleeping purple bus left me. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was random/impromptu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I walked back to my school to attend another tutorial at 4 since I didn't make it for the bus. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people walking back from the lecture hall behind me when I was running like a jackass. My backpack is 762387461273 times larger than I am. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8864343292312137068?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8864343292312137068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8864343292312137068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8864343292312137068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8864343292312137068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-now-im-pissed.html' title='Ok NOW I&apos;m pissed'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8398463420850235171</id><published>2009-02-01T02:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:15:28.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body is from a different time zone :'(</title><content type='html'>It's already 10 to 3 and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wateva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, no it was already noon, no yesterday at half past eleven(yay, got it right this time) the diy cube I bought online was finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbDS-ImI/AAAAAAAAABs/7_unSvjsi8c/s1600-h/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbDS-ImI/AAAAAAAAABs/7_unSvjsi8c/s320/DSC02042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536547807961698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the package on my bed, so yeah.&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;The core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbLEHieI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vjAXzY7ac60/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbLEHieI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vjAXzY7ac60/s320/DSC02046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536549893147106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiles from cubesmith which cost me 20 bucks, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbddJHuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wg6Yh0JvtRc/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbddJHuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wg6Yh0JvtRc/s320/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536554829946594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hunts for a screw driver that fits, shakes ass,  and... tadaa...&lt;br /&gt;Naked cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbQglTEI/AAAAAAAAACE/FaYvwgoM1k8/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbQglTEI/AAAAAAAAACE/FaYvwgoM1k8/s320/DSC02047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536551354715202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PVC stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbVABFnI/AAAAAAAAACM/0eXbGCDQ4Rs/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbVABFnI/AAAAAAAAACM/0eXbGCDQ4Rs/s320/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297536552560301682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... a family portrait&lt;br /&gt;teehee giggle snort&lt;br /&gt;my fetish:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYSoTHz5XoI/AAAAAAAAACU/h_INzgCufvc/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYSoTHz5XoI/AAAAAAAAACU/h_INzgCufvc/s320/DSC02055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297544108162244226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8398463420850235171?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8398463420850235171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8398463420850235171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8398463420850235171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8398463420850235171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-body-is-from-different-time-zone.html' title='My body is from a different time zone :&apos;('/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SYShbDS-ImI/AAAAAAAAABs/7_unSvjsi8c/s72-c/DSC02042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5444823612933675611</id><published>2009-01-30T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:13:05.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY=gluttony :p</title><content type='html'>random stuff...&lt;br /&gt;watched all's well ends well yesterday&lt;br /&gt;one of the characters was Dick Cho&lt;br /&gt;Dick??? why dick. I mean why would a mother name her child dick?&lt;br /&gt;It's like naming your daughter&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cunt &lt;/span&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... since it's chinese new year...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE cny songs&lt;br /&gt;gives me a  mood of unhappiness and depression&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5444823612933675611?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5444823612933675611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5444823612933675611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5444823612933675611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5444823612933675611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/cnygluttony-p.html' title='CNY=gluttony :p'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7767673864157359091</id><published>2009-01-25T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:19:24.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year y'all</title><content type='html'>Practically everyone has this in their blogs. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;May the year of the ox brings joy to y'all &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2 am :p.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep even though I'm at home. I slept the WHOLE day thanks to flu medication.&lt;br /&gt;It started on Thursday morning. I woke up fine, took my shower and headed to Mechanic School to do my Engineering Practices, parked my bicycle and *poof* started sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for my yearly flu jab, otherwise I'd be crawling back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;We had briefings on how to deal with milling machinery(more like how some seniors had their fingers ground down to their bones due to carelessness).&lt;br /&gt;Blahx3. We did milling and adjsfjsdfljhsdjhfajkjaldks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I when to the clinic at noon after EP, and boy was it the worstest experience.&lt;br /&gt;The nurses, wait they are NOT, k those peepo in white that aint the doctor are so bloody damn RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;First, there's this not-so-friendly looking lady sitting comfortably behind the counter. I handed her my matrix card(cos I noe how to read the sign stuck at the counter), then she asked, "pernah datang?" rudely with her ultrasonic tone. Hello, I'm not deaf.&lt;br /&gt;I filled up a form and she said, again rudely, "sudah, pergi sana".&lt;br /&gt;I went into a room, and this other lady I thought was the doctor, but hell no she wasn't, that look like the one at the counter started asking, "ada apa?". Lolness, it's like those elves thingy at Santa's workshop.&lt;br /&gt;The second I laid my butt on the chair, she started interrogating me...&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Ada apa?&lt;br /&gt;Me: running nose(thoughts: sick la, duh)&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Berapa hari?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pagi&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Itu saja?&lt;br /&gt;Me: batuk&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Ada kahak?&lt;br /&gt;Me: tarak&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Berapa lama?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2 hari&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ada(thoughts: no, but I can tell she assume I have every illness including syphilis)&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2 then stuck a thermometer into my mouth(it was wrapped with plastic as though I have saliva borne disease)&lt;br /&gt;Elf #2: Bawah lidah(rudely, as if I was borned with a quarter brain). Pegang.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, she typed some stuff on her pc. Seconds later, the thermometer started bleeping. I took it out and  handed it to her. She looked as though she was holding my poop, took off the plastic used to wrap the thermometer and threw it into the dustbin still with that disgusted look on her face. Typed some stuff again, printed a piece of paper with number, and asked me to wait for my turn to see the doctor(the doc is from middle east, I could tell by her accent).&lt;br /&gt;I waited for approximately 5 minutes before it was my turn. I went in.&lt;br /&gt;Again the moment I laid my ass on the chair, the doctor went...&lt;br /&gt;Dawgtor: Kamu ada selesema yang bermula pada awal pagi, batuk tetapi tiada kahak, sakit kerongkong, tiada demam. Saya akan bagi kamu ubat yadda yadda yadda... makan panadol kalau rasa perlu tetapi lebih baik jika tidak makan. Sila pergi ke sana untuk ambil ubat. Terima kasih. Bye bye. See ya. Zai jian&lt;br /&gt;K I added the last part, but her gestures was sorta telling me to leave the place immediately otherwise she'll call the security to have my ass kicked outta her room.&lt;br /&gt;I stood up while requesting for an MC(I need it not cos I saja syok, I have 2 hours of lecture later that afternoon and the bleeping lecturer takes attendance like in a creepy way)&lt;br /&gt;Dawgter: MCs are for people who are sick, yours is just a flu.&lt;br /&gt;Umm...last time I check flu is indeed an ilness. Or maybe I need to have my leg amputated or suffer from a chronic disease to qualify for her bleeping MC.&lt;br /&gt;I loathe USM's clinic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, here comes the best part. The dispensary.  The person behind the counter popped out of nowhere, talked jibberish while pointing at the medicines, and when she's done, she pulled a teeny weeny plastic bag, put it on the counter and disappeared. I packed the medicines and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to my room, I took out those meds and read the labels while waiting for hp to bring me my "tapau"ed lunch. Label: Makan 1 biji tiap-tiap malam. Translation: Take 1 pill every night. Wth? In this case, if I caught the flu in the morning I'll just have to suffer through the day before taking the med at night.&lt;br /&gt;Next line: Mungkin mengantuk. Jangan minum alkohol, memandu dan mengendalikan mesin. Translation: May cause drowsiness. Do not drink alcohol, drive or handle mechinary.&lt;br /&gt;So, by not taking a day off how's I supposed to avoid doing those stuffs. Ok, minus the alcohol part cos it's banned here. And driving cos I dun own a car, but hey I still travel around on my bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I MISS those days back in school. I could simply ponteng just cos I feel like pontenging. Or ride home during school hours cos I saja syok:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7767673864157359091?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7767673864157359091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7767673864157359091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7767673864157359091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7767673864157359091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-yall.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year y&apos;all'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4399897109784731977</id><published>2009-01-23T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:18:44.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with the world momma</title><content type='html'>I've been dealing with ironies ever since I stepped foot on USM. And that annoys the shit out of mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering practices was agonizing. My nose decided to die on me. I caught a cold? No, it was pretty darn warm for the pass few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4399897109784731977?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/4399897109784731977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=4399897109784731977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4399897109784731977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4399897109784731977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-wrong-with-world-momma.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with the world momma'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3455741923777732512</id><published>2009-01-21T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:42:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After taking forty winks,</title><content type='html'>nosey me decided to kaypo blogs. and I stumbled across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quiztitlebox"&gt;   &lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;!--&lt;h4 class="quiztitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/" class="quiztitle"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;--&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your name?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" type="text"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I typed my name...&lt;br /&gt;And the crystal-ball-like site analysed it...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bother reading it cause it was wordy and crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow!!!11!!1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to type in "dimwit"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Influential and Skilled &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are confident&lt;/span&gt;, self assured, and capable. You are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not easily intimidated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still not satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;I tried "fucktard"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Empathetic and Caring &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a very lucky person.&lt;/span&gt; Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, ikmk told me "I think u shudn't use blogspot, use rantspot :-p(if ther's 1...).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck emceeing tonight, dun forget your scripted words:p. And hopefully I too dun screw up the chords&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3455741923777732512?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3455741923777732512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3455741923777732512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3455741923777732512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3455741923777732512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-taking-forty-winks.html' title='After taking forty winks,'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-4459188724009856125</id><published>2009-01-19T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:33:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I live till 35, I'll be thankful and maybe start believing in God</title><content type='html'>I had approximately 3.5 hours of rest last night. Atended lectures and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; tutorials. Returned to my room and watched some stuff on my lappie, and finally took a nap... like friggin' 10 minutes(wth?) before hp came abducting me go dinner at the cafeteria. I effin' NEED TO REST. Band practice starts in 12 minutes. Wanna go take my shower. Muax people...I'm not thinking straight...I love y'all...no, really...sleep deprived...sleeping pill tonight(woo~hoo~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.04pm, I went b-balling at 9pm right after band practice :D. Hahahahaha sugar rush. Nano nano they call it. I'm popping sleeping pill into my mouth :D. Go take a bath first :D. Sleeping pill :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-4459188724009856125?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/4459188724009856125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=4459188724009856125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4459188724009856125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/4459188724009856125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-live-till-35-ill-be-thankful-and.html' title='If I live till 35, I&apos;ll be thankful and maybe start believing in God'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2593679229179255474</id><published>2009-01-19T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:41:54.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness gracious me, it's already friggin'week 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've gotta kick this laziness that breeds in my bone. Things are getting more disorganised. ie. tutorials, assignments, not enough clothes in my cupboard, ran out of toothpaste once, OMG!!! no Milo for tomorrow morning:-(, my bar of soap is getting smaller &amp;amp; my bottle of shampoo will be empty in no time, ran out of detergent for mopping the floor, scribbled notes for 7 courses in 1 book. And the most pathetic... attending lectures not knowing what's going on, feeling left behind in class. It's like chasing a car using a bicycle, if you know what I mean. I can't think of a word to describe myself. Bimbo? No, I don't make the cut, I'm not cute enough. Perhaps dungu.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't wanna make the same mistake I made last semester. Look at my pointers and I deserve a punch on my face. I'm not kiasu, please. But when the passion is gone, everything can go wrong. I 've already expected things would turn out this way, considering the effort, or rather lack of it I've put into my studies. Never knew it would hit me this hard after 34534243423 days. Yer... I still sound kiasu lor, I'm not wei. It feels weird cos I'm pretty much surrounded by people with high pointers. Omfg since when I start to care this much. Oh right, I said I wanna give a damn...&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart and hope to *nonotnowimtooyoung*, I'm gonna "bertaubat" after this mid sem break, which happens to be our Chinese New Year holiday. I wanna give a damn. Which means no more stares at the ceiling, start using my brain, be organised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smile and hide muka cokodok basi, quit food binging :p&lt;/span&gt;, don't procrastinate, start giving a damn, stop being lazy, resist temptations(sounds so wrong, I mean entertainment etc, don't think otherwise), sleep early(like I can. No, really. last semester I only had a couple of hours of rest before sitting for my final papers). I need to rest. Recently, someone asked me if I suffer from hyperactive disorder, lol. Maybe. But I'm almost certain I have attention defisit disorder. Wait, they both come together. Oh well... wateva.&lt;br /&gt;"But I'll get over these lousin' up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messin' up, screwin' up times", lol I quote Aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomy just attended her Chemical Night hours ago. And last night was Mechanic Night. Ok that was the day before since a new day has already begun. Seriously I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like prom we had back in secondary school whereby everyone dress up to attend one friggin' dinner with bad food . Only this time, you're not graduating from wateva. So it's sorta like annual dinner with bad food(maybe, I don't know). Material Night is coming:(:(:(, in a month or so. Yet another mental torture for me:(:(:(. Please stop asking me what I'm gonna wear, I feel emotionally disturb. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a tendency to cross dress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go google it if u dun noe what cross dressing is, no offence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shyness perhaps? No, pay me 5 bucks and I'll run around with a "I'm horny" sign. Gawky? I'm not even tall enough to be noticed. Geeky? Umm...maybe...no that's not the reason.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I can't come out with a logical reason why I feel emotionally disturb. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cross dressing is fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should save up some money to consult a psychiatrist after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest. I'm not thinking straight d. Tomorrow morning Bahasa Melayu class starts at 8. I dun wanna be late again. Later she ask me questions again die ler. Last week's ujian pemahaman I totally screwed it. I can't believe I when blank when I read the question. My thoughts are in English and it's really difficult to write in BM again after kissing Bahasa Melayu SPM goodbye for &gt; 3 years. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2593679229179255474?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2593679229179255474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2593679229179255474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2593679229179255474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2593679229179255474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness-gracious-me-its-already.html' title='Goodness gracious me, it&apos;s already friggin&apos;week 5'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8225406469894928323</id><published>2009-01-17T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:21:32.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay I'm alone</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with serenity.&lt;br /&gt;I see the white clouds. They look like cotton balls.&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirping in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The soft wind brushes through my hair. Eww, like the wind is "chee ko".&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "chee ko"(meaning perverted), it's good to know that I'm not the only one who thinks dfk(dun ask me who, it has nothing to do with you) is chee ko. Please respect women. Your acts make others feel uncomfortable. I dont give a damn about people like you, but seriously quit looking at girls like they're a piece of meat. Even the guys think you're disgusting. Here's an advice for you, go screw yourself. Or stop pretending you wanna loose weight, cos obviously you aren't. Grow some brains. And you probably should sign up for human language courses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8225406469894928323?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8225406469894928323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8225406469894928323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8225406469894928323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8225406469894928323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-im-alone.html' title='Yay I&apos;m alone'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3087285781674621970</id><published>2009-01-16T19:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:07:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need for a stretch, I aint gettin no hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was a long-energy-draining day. It started at 7 am and ended at 2am "ish" the following day. And again I got blisters on my toes. Also, I went to vote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for some varsity politic thingy I dun really know what it is but there were some manifestos on improving the lifes of us pityful USMers&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, I couldn't care less. Neither of the two candidates manifested for water heater, so, wateva. Imo water heater is a luxury. It's extremely cold in the morning, and it feels as though the water is penetrating my flesh when taking my shower before attending lectures.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've never tried to fit in this hard. I didn't give a damn about anything. But now it seems like I'm starting to give a little damn(seriously, just a little).&lt;br /&gt;"A different language is a different &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vision of life&lt;/span&gt;." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Federico Fellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not home this weekend cos I've some "bitchy" business to take care of. Lolness.  It's for our campus' Chinese New Year se-le-blay-syen.&lt;br /&gt;I might forget how I look like when I get home next week, cos there aint any mirror here. Ok I'm over exaggerating stuff, but even if there're mirrors around they are all placed too high. Discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;And stings and bites&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from insects&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are most common here. We invaded their habitate in the first place. They are all over my legs and neck. I mean the bites. You know the one which itches when you touched it unintentionally and when you scratch it, it actually hurts. When the itchiness is gone, I'll be left with polka dot like scars.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 1 and I'm not in bed yet. I can't sleep unless everyone's asleep. That's why I'm longing for a room of my own. My own space. Then I can do anything I like anytime. Don't have to be in sync with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people start asking me bout stuff I blog.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think anyone would discover my blog, moreover reading it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even interesting.&lt;br /&gt;See... it's so plain.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I blog to syok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike every other blog I see...&lt;br /&gt;No one would read this.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I prefer to isolate myself from the social world. Keep a low profile. Hence, my social circle has a radius of 5mm only.&lt;br /&gt;Minding my own business, therefore you too should mind your own.&lt;br /&gt;I dun blog about food I eat. ie, taking photos of food just to drool over it when you've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;else better to do? Shove it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never anywhere interesting. I don't travel much.&lt;br /&gt;I dun camwhore. Somehow I've overgrown that. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually I'm fugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems sharing.&lt;br /&gt;It's empty. Purely contentless writing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an "other half".&lt;br /&gt;I don't really give a damn about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I use the word "stuff" or "thing" for almost everthing, cos my vocab is limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get me, good for you. If not, screw it/forget about it/it's not important/it has nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;K gotta sleep cos roomies are all in bed.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Special thanks to cy&lt;/span&gt; for all the useful stuffs you shoved into my pendrive. I appreaciate that. And those ebooks will keep me busy till I turn 60 cos I doubt that I'll choose to read over anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3087285781674621970?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3087285781674621970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3087285781674621970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3087285781674621970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3087285781674621970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-need-for-stretch-i-aint-gettin-no.html' title='No need for a stretch, I aint gettin no hibernation'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2624196755406500305</id><published>2009-01-14T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:00:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my hermitic world</title><content type='html'>Randomness. I'd rather be living on an island far, far away. In a tiny cabin, overlooking the sea. Where I go fishing on the evening watching the sunset over the horizon. In my cabin, I'll have a shelf filled with books, but I wouldn't be reading them, they're mainly for decorative purpose to make me look less ghetto and more of a hermit. I'll read downloadable e-books instead. I'll also catch the latest episode of Survivor and Lost on my laptop. Since globalisation is happening so rapidly, hermits are not to be left out. Instead of working as an underpaid engineer, I'll tutor the children nearby for money just enough to buy me food in case I don't catch any fish due to lack of skill. Wait, there'll be no children since it's an island far, far away. Oh well, guess I'll sleep hungry. In the night I'll strum my guitar and sing my lungs out like nobody's business. I'll wake up before sunrise to breathe the fresh air and feel the cool morning breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, I just feel like living alone la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at 8 we're friggin' going to the basketball court to shoot hoops. Sometimes we do it at 4, when the blazing sun burns our mortal-vulnerable-to-cancer skin. What to do, when the big boys come out to play, &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;inevitably we'll all be crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at 11.51pm, I got a miniature blister on my left toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2624196755406500305?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2624196755406500305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2624196755406500305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2624196755406500305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2624196755406500305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-my-hermitic-world.html' title='Welcome to my hermitic world'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7536968381655353590</id><published>2009-01-14T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:08:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USM line sucks. period.</title><content type='html'>I NEED to login to GODDAMN MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm photocopying hp's tutorial manually. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Pagi dibuang, petang dikejar.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it's rather the whole friggin afternoon+evening dibuang, wee hours of pagi dikejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed One Tree Hill(the one on 8tv lar) cos went for pointless yam cha. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7536968381655353590?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7536968381655353590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7536968381655353590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7536968381655353590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7536968381655353590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/usm-line-sucks-period.html' title='USM line sucks. period.'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-3360740738582706539</id><published>2009-01-12T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:53:05.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lactose intolerant...the day after</title><content type='html'>First of all, Ebolalola I DONT release my emotions here. Like eww...&lt;br /&gt;It's only a fragment of my thoughts throughout the day. Otherwise ppl will come knocking on my door with penyapu busuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe wateva. This morning I was late for LKM 400(the BM class, remember?). I've got a reasonable excuse. Those sleeping pills are AWESOME!!! Enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate SOME sotong for dinner. I totally forgotten I can't take sotong, and now my stomach is KILLING me. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow'll be a looooooonnnnnnngggggggggg day. Hence, sleeping pill!!! wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ebolalola I'm gonna give you a pop quiz whenever I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-3360740738582706539?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/3360740738582706539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=3360740738582706539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3360740738582706539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/3360740738582706539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/lactose-intolerantthe-day-after.html' title='Lactose intolerant...the day after'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-6484819176836717885</id><published>2009-01-11T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:42:12.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lactose Intolerant...crap</title><content type='html'>I'm back in USM 10 minutes ago. It's sorta like a routine. I go home on Friday after&lt;br /&gt;lecture and get my ass back here on Sunday night. Obviously lugging my dirty laundry&lt;br /&gt;home. But hey I do half my laundry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise most of my old friends do not know that there're 3 USMs in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;There's the main campus on Penang island, Kampus Perubatan in Kelantan and&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Campus right on the border of Penang, Kedah and Perak. It's&lt;br /&gt;approximately an hour drive from home, or so, I dunno time may vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go home every weekend. I'm an active member of PBSM, which stands for Persatuan&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah SeMinggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihz... yeah it's nice getting to go home so often, but I kinda wish I had the guts&lt;br /&gt;to stick to my initial choice which was to go to Sabah for Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;K... the sleeping pill I took is taking effect... nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-6484819176836717885?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/6484819176836717885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=6484819176836717885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6484819176836717885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/6484819176836717885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/lactose-intolerantcrap.html' title='Lactose Intolerant...crap'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1124462523002273033</id><published>2009-01-09T11:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:41:43.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good stretch before my hibernation</title><content type='html'>It's a Friday morning. Friday is my most anticipated day. Okay cut the hoo-ha, before you know the Earth has already spun its way about its own axis twice, and the hippy-dippy-joy of Friday soon turns Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Something unexpected happened just now. :O&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the post I made last night. Not really, it's more like a post I made today before sunrise :P. My thoughts were(after having approximately 4 hrs of rest), it sounded as though I'm a gossip monger. For the record, I'm not. When I said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hold my tongue&lt;/span&gt;", I wasn't implying that I refrain myself from gossiping. But rather, what I meant was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I refrain myself from telling people the blatant truth&lt;/span&gt;. I'm currently in my freshman year, surrounded with new faces in a brand new place, therefore people may not noe I used to tell people off by bombarding them with the naked truth.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I like listening to rumours every now and then(lol,like a music genre), I mean who doesn't like feeding their minds with some juicy titbits. Whatever it is, it ends in my ears, not my tongue.period.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unrelated topic, narcissistic freaks, shove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1124462523002273033?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1124462523002273033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1124462523002273033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1124462523002273033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1124462523002273033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-stretch-before-my-hibernation.html' title='A good stretch before my hibernation'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5340161496866742254</id><published>2009-01-08T21:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:18:34.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment... A process catalysted by gossips</title><content type='html'>The day started off bad. Not really lar. I woke up receiving a call from a coursemate of mine telling me get my ass to Mechanic school rigth away. Apparently there was a miscommunication between my school and mechanic school on the time of Engineering Practices(Some sort of lab thingy offered by Mechanic School, it's sorta like our Kemahiran Hidup we did during our lower secondary minus the sewing part). It's friggin 8am instead of 9 as printed in our timetable. So I changed my clothes and went straight away without my shower. Actually it didn't make that much of a difference since I reached the briefing hall(?) 10 minutes before 9. But still... Anyways, briefings started at 9 since the rest of the world arrived "late".&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Better dupe your students to believing that lecture starts an hour earlier so that they'll all be there by the time you intend to start lecture.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Kc filled me up with gossips. He rated me pH 1.1. This guy is very observant, in a creepy way(wei if you happen to terdiscover this blog, and want this part deleted, just text me la. probably you wont cos no one reads it). I laughed so hard that I developed six packs. Screw those sit ups(fyi, I dun friggin  do sit ups).&lt;br /&gt;Wl totally kicked ass with his mandrin tongue twister.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Riyas(mamak place, very popular amongst USMers for late night "yam cha". Peak hr: 11.30pm-god noes what time these ppl run out of stamina). I drove sm, hp, yz and ct out there just to torture them(with my rantings, pointless talk, sentences with empty words). I could tell by the bored look yz had the whole time he was there. Or two third of the time cos we spent a third of it eating unhealthy "roti"s. Since I was the one driving, I was sorta calling the shots(ie, when to leave the place) and those sorry asses were stuck with me. I'm sadistic :].&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I now have wrinkly eyes. More like premature aging, due to lack of sleep. I'm desperate for a room of my own. No offence to anyone(in case god noes what happen if one of my roomies discovers this blog. Hi y'all!!!), I'm NOT implying that they *insert whatever negative adjective*, I have a personal problem. Somethign really, really personal. Init great if god had engineered our ears in such a way that whenever they're not in use, we can turn it off. Just like our eyes, we could shut them if we hated the sight of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than meets the eye. We humans are so judgemental. Most of my friends from secondary school might argue that I'm not in the position to say this, but I wanna clear things up. If I called you ugly, most likely cos you're anoying to the core, "stepped on my tail", bad mouthed someone whom I care about, being a total inconsiderate asshole, and other stuff similar to that. And those mindless things that I've said which might have rubbed you in a wrong way, they were merely thoughtless remarks. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my tongue's acidity just so you know. I've been holding my tongue for the pass 6 months. I think Ebolalora could tell. Ok that has nothing to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said so many negative things in my past about people right to their faces, ie. critisms. I didn't intent to hurt anyone, they were just for laughs(sometimes). I think it's a two-way thing, since I'm not offended by negative comments thrown at me(provided you say it to my face), my thoughts were why should you. Again, sorry cos not everyone has the same level of tolerence toward negative remarks. Sometimes you simply need to laugh at yourself. Like at the end of a day, right before I shut my eyes I would lie on my bed recalling stupid and embarassing things that I've done. Then I'll laugh alone at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sugar coat anything. Notice the word "didn't". As people gets older, it gets harder to be honest. Everything now is like a big M&amp;amp;M. I'm gonna stop here cos I'm sleepy already. It's already 3 and physical chemistry lecture starts at 8am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5340161496866742254?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5340161496866742254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5340161496866742254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5340161496866742254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5340161496866742254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/enlightment.html' title='Enlightenment... A process catalysted by gossips'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-303776461736312811</id><published>2009-01-07T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:32:16.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, what time is it? Haha, it's laundry day....do-do-do~</title><content type='html'>Jason Mraz - Geek in the Pink &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda stupid. My lecture today begins at 9am. And silly me thought it was at 8, so I woke up an hour earlier. Just before I stepped out of my room(I was fully dressed, hence making me look stupid), my roomy was like, "hey ml, you HAVE class at 8?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is Hari KK. Since I'm not involved in any activity, I declare Wednesday as my Laundry Day. I'm okay with doing my own laundry. The only problem is... upon completing those scrubbings and stuffs... comes the part I dreaded most... the drying process. You noe the one where you hang your clothes outside by the corridor. It sucks. I hate it cos anyone passing by might go "hmm... THAT'S what she's wearing underneath". Ok I don't know really (fyi I'm NOT perverted). I feel paiseh wei. Hp once told me, lu kamkak paiseh ma phak tua lai bin too lor. Translation: If you feel embarassed then hang it in your cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWSbCM95UJI/AAAAAAAAABk/UGzvypTyJ3Y/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWSbCM95UJI/AAAAAAAAABk/UGzvypTyJ3Y/s320/DSC02018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288522324582682770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in front of Material School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWSanZLPXwI/AAAAAAAAABc/7DB3cuPBHlE/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWSanZLPXwI/AAAAAAAAABc/7DB3cuPBHlE/s320/DSC02019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288521864003411714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-303776461736312811?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/303776461736312811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=303776461736312811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/303776461736312811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/303776461736312811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-what-time-is-it-haha-its-laundry.html' title='Yo, what time is it? Haha, it&apos;s laundry day....do-do-do~'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWSbCM95UJI/AAAAAAAAABk/UGzvypTyJ3Y/s72-c/DSC02018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-8167362310442703196</id><published>2009-01-06T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:06:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still need old school television</title><content type='html'>I just realised the time for my previous posts are off. And the so-called "chatbox" aint working. I'm still a noob at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Wateva, as if anyone's gonna read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna catch One Tree Hill at 10.30 pm later. Hopefully the tv room is empty. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense, the ratio of number(s) of tv to desasiswa occupants is.... like 1:834628756876578.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves - The Adventure &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this afternoon at the staff cafeteria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWNkI4OsPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/bSbivKsk-hc/s1600-h/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWNkI4OsPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/bSbivKsk-hc/s320/DSC00760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288180491158830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe they're trying to spread the propaganda that threesome or polygamy is much healthier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-8167362310442703196?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/8167362310442703196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=8167362310442703196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8167362310442703196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/8167362310442703196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-still-need-old-school-television.html' title='I still need old school television'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SWNkI4OsPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/bSbivKsk-hc/s72-c/DSC00760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-1701092918436158578</id><published>2009-01-05T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:40:34.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffle</title><content type='html'>I wore Crocs for basketball just now. And now my toes are aching...&lt;br /&gt;They say... Crocs are medical comfort shoes and ideal for all occasions... bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;K, at least i didn't get blisters like I did when I wore sandals.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Don't run, walk will do.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I attended my first Bahasa Malaysia class. LKM 400 (notice the empat ratus, higher level of BM sorta).&lt;br /&gt;We were divided into smaller groups of 4, of which we'll do our lisan and stuffs togeda-geda. K cut the crap... All groups are multi-racial except mine. Seems like a dream come true for every student... well, not for me. It was an awkward moment when we started (dis)cussing about our pembentangan (Ironically, our presentation title was "Isu Bahasa" lol). I sat thru the discussion not saying much(that's so not me).&lt;br /&gt;.......If you get me den...good. if u dun, wateva. Gee, this post is rojak.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought...&lt;br /&gt;Now I noe why I've always hated those Japanese manga/anime. Anime especially.&lt;br /&gt;They stress too much on perfection, which gives me the creep.&lt;br /&gt;Life is never perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I mean perfection in terms of looks and images and blah blah blah. Like so "kek yeng"(a new word I learned last semester).&lt;br /&gt;Superficial init? You decide.&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;p.s. My BM teacher divided us into groups 'ikut her selera'. If only there's one, just one person who aint chinese in my group, I wouldn't feel like an outcast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-1701092918436158578?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/1701092918436158578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=1701092918436158578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1701092918436158578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/1701092918436158578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wore-crocs-for-basketball-just-now.html' title='Raffle'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2490347673428856514</id><published>2008-12-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:59:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Atheism &amp; Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves - Secret Crowds &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of date(sorta). So wateva...&lt;br /&gt;I added a chatbox... or somethign similar to that I guess as requested by wenshan. It's really hard to tell what the little box at that corner really is cause USM seems to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;block&lt;/span&gt; anything with more than 2 colours on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had any new year resolution in my 20 years of living(it's not like have a toe nail bitting habit I'm trying to kick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a quiz tomorrow kononnya, for Electrical Technology=( I've got no reading material. My senior lost all, I repeat ALL my notes for this semester. Lol talk about wanting to bertaubat and do better this sem. Forget it. Theen ah~~ Tim kai ar :O And I'm starting to get less than 4 hours of rest again. I effin' need my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm going back to PENANG ISLAND tomorrow so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon my next post will be on "me not sleeping well again". Geesh, dun I have anything new. I bore everyone to tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2490347673428856514?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2490347673428856514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2490347673428856514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2490347673428856514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2490347673428856514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-atheism-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Atheism &amp; Happy New Year'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-5820788692499557202</id><published>2008-12-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:47:20.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol...mencarut tu</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas(lyk I care)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was just wishing phei chuin merry christmas(lyk she care oso) when i realised something kinky about her nick on msn. So I pointed out... 5 minutes later she replied. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l pl-l3! cl-lu!l/l says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MEI LING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l pl-l3! cl-lu!l/l says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i m gonna CHOP u into pieces on SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l pl-l3! cl-lu!l/l says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bluekc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;serious 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;see for your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l pl-l3! cl-lu!l/l says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a bit la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;abit only??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cl-l3@l-l pl-l3! cl-lu!l/l says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u help me tink of a new way 2 write pls  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;alamak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meiling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lidat nonid think new 1 i like it this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls dun get mad pc. I dun wanna be the dim sum on Saturday:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-5820788692499557202?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/5820788692499557202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=5820788692499557202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5820788692499557202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/5820788692499557202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2008/12/lolmencarut-tu.html' title='lol...mencarut tu'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-2214275519929475280</id><published>2008-12-15T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:38:46.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJs instigated the whole thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="storyheader"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Outside pyjama wearing discouraged&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="feed_details"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The Daily News&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span&gt;Published: Saturday, December 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Community leaders in Shanghai are trying to break up the love affair of some city residents with walking outside in their pyjamas, state media reported Friday. The Rixin neighbourhood committee in the city's northeast has begun a campaign to discourage residents' longstanding habit of wearing pyjamas out of their bedrooms and on the streets, the state-run Youth Daily reported. For a still visibly large number of Shanghainese, wearing pyjamas outside has become more a way of life than a fashion statement, and to outsiders, the phenomenon is part of the city's charm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guo, however, called pyjama-wearers "visual pollution" and a public embarrassment to the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhaa~~~lalala... Just imagine if USM's Desasiswa is located somewhere in Shanghai(lyk dats gonna happen). I'm a walking pollutant :] Yippie....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Pantai Kerachut's be-you-tee-pull. Def worth the 1 hour hike...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUXxYOPsJXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ecNz-QHn2Bk/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUXxYOPsJXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ecNz-QHn2Bk/s320/DSC02006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891536604833138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pantai Kerachut from da boat :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My days lazing at home are numbered. Next week'll be the first week of my second semester...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;which means I'll be returning to my five star holiday resort.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUXzI3tAp4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W0iJbH02RTE/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUXzI3tAp4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/W0iJbH02RTE/s320/DSC01989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279893471879014274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bed is so comfy that it cures over-sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can totally feel the plank underneath the "matress".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part is we get to sit thru this every Monday-Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX6Wco7O8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AxXdr5T5-Mw/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX6Wco7O8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AxXdr5T5-Mw/s320/DSC01919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279901401713687490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preaching session.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not kill...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;anyone caught sleeping shalt be stoned to death.&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;And the most agonising subject...tadaa... Engineering Drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX692ZZ6VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TKJEXyq1JVQ/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX692ZZ6VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TKJEXyq1JVQ/s320/DSC01925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902078642809170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Briefings are on Fridays (8am SHARP!!!1!!1!! to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we're forced to return to our respective makmals to draw(that'll be 4 hours)&lt;br /&gt;Lazy asses like me will put it off till Wednesday/Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of us travel around by... luxurious umm... wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX-OG5a4jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QUUOSsx4R7c/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUX-OG5a4jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QUUOSsx4R7c/s320/DSC01976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279905656484848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My chauffer on my red Ferrari. oops! only the seat is visible&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;I noe you'll get jaelous reading this but...&lt;br /&gt;the cafeteria serves the bestest food evah. Dining there gives you diarrhoea. Over time, I actually got immuned to it:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Huiping was around to help me keep my sanity:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUYyj533P-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-OTYv21vE5A/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUYyj533P-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-OTYv21vE5A/s320/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279963205550424034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, ironic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept snapping at her. Sorry, I have extreme mood swings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-2214275519929475280?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/2214275519929475280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=2214275519929475280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2214275519929475280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/2214275519929475280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2008/12/pjs-instigated-whole-thing.html' title='PJs instigated the whole thing'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/SUXxYOPsJXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ecNz-QHn2Bk/s72-c/DSC02006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7496857608113260019</id><published>2008-12-11T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:19:16.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance 08</title><content type='html'>So.. I've pretty much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screwed myself this year&lt;/span&gt;. thank goodness it's gonna end, like in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the clocks inside my fadadass body(seriously, yesterday i went for a jog and i couldn't even finish half my usual distance. On top of that, I almost puked) are all out of timing. Staying up all night like it's day, and sleeping thru the day as though I'm living in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life's in a mess&lt;/span&gt;... =(&lt;br /&gt;Omfg!!! I've just wasted a year of my life. I did absolutely nothing (hands down for a punch in the face).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...so i've recently gone thru my first semester of my many agonising semesters to come doing my Bachelor's Degree in engineering. I stayed in the hostel (sadly, four to a room). I barely got enought sleep the whole time there(&lt;4hrs a day =S, sometimes none). It's not like my roomies were ruthless cannibals and dat i hv to stay up all night to protect myself from being eaten, or that i wrongfully murdered someone. I just couldn't sleep. I'm awaken by th slightest noise, stupid ears. Eventually i was on sleeping pills, like woo~hoo~. Oh ya, forgot to mention USM, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna be the final week of my semester break. Def not looking forward to going back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7496857608113260019?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7496857608113260019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7496857608113260019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7496857608113260019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7496857608113260019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-riddance-08.html' title='Good Riddance 08'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189898507300650509.post-7621163879429871251</id><published>2008-11-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:33:00.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue...</title><content type='html'>I DONT want to study no more.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, this is so big of a deal that it deserves a blog.&lt;br /&gt;just last night wen shan was cyber-yelling at me to go study.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa... i know fo'sure i aint doing well this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting for my mandrin paper at 2pm tomorrow and I haven't started anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;loads of chinese characters to memorise. arghh... the agony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189898507300650509-7621163879429871251?l=thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/feeds/7621163879429871251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189898507300650509&amp;postID=7621163879429871251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7621163879429871251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189898507300650509/posts/default/7621163879429871251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlessbrainiac.blogspot.com/2008/11/fatigue-well-not-da-physical-1.html' title='Fatigue...'/><author><name>thoughtlessbrainiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07755633683523017411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PHoMZpPRVt8/ScEUmm3WABI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XaK-2tfn8f4/S220/DSC01940.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
