<?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-3857758950219032885</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:26:24.787+08:00</updated><category term='me'/><title type='text'>veronicauntitled ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-692243663523179943</id><published>2008-10-23T09:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:05:00.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for "private and confidential".</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with all these PPF guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial black;font-size:200%;"  &gt;Don't you know what's PRIVACY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; appreciate having my problems that I confided in you because I trusted you to keep things to yourself spread all over the place to your friends. I don't care what your reason is, or that that person is a good friend of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck will I ever tell any of you about anything again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-692243663523179943?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/692243663523179943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=692243663523179943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/692243663523179943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/692243663523179943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-for-private-and-confidential.html' title='so much for &quot;private and confidential&quot;.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4478213406938685916</id><published>2008-10-20T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:43:57.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com/"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it's still friends-only, so you'll need an LJ account to read, which was exactly why I moved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4478213406938685916?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4478213406938685916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4478213406938685916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4478213406938685916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4478213406938685916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-im-not-dead.html' title='No, I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1605720397447830873</id><published>2008-10-14T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:01:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8D Sweet sixteen!</title><content type='html'>I was too sick to update last night, so here's a very late post - I'm sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[/looks at tagboard]&lt;br /&gt;[/sees Yihui's greeting only..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Well okay.. It's alright! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a lot of fun mentally counting down to my birthday with the dangos and a few hentaijijis accompanying me :3 Thanks you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day (i.e. yesterday) Mum brought me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajisen&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.. here's what we ate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/CIMG3070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 416px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/CIMG3072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D Aren't you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my only tangible gift, from the gang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/CIMG3081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ I can't thank you girls enough for this. NIGHT WORLD!!! -screams and run around like a banshee- I shall collect the next two books =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Other gifts~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 378px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/gifted%20and%20requested/happybirthdaywonwon.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one! From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bunbun&lt;/span&gt; :D lolol I look like cotton wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/gifted%20and%20requested/veron.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tako&lt;/span&gt;! ^w^ Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/gifted%20and%20requested/foddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An MSN drawing from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foddy-kun&lt;/span&gt; :D He had to do it twice because of some MSN glitch &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1605720397447830873?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1605720397447830873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1605720397447830873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1605720397447830873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1605720397447830873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/8d-sweet-sixteen.html' title='8D Sweet sixteen!'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/th_CIMG3070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7756002378046660788</id><published>2008-10-11T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:29:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The powah of Hare Hare Yukai.</title><content type='html'>Now that we've gotten past seeing Pikachu dance Pika Pika Yukai, here's another video to see how powerful Haruhiism.. or more accurately, Hare Hare Yukaiism has spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qQY632MV48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qQY632MV48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always like to see guys do things that are considered "un-manly", in a sense. It makes them so much cuter and attractive than if they were say, having a beer-drinking competition or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though these group of guys didn't do a perfect HHY dance, kudos to their sense of non-conformism and courage :3 I loved it when some of the guys in the class started singing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only Singaporeans will follow and do the same thing for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; graduation ceremonies.. but it's more likely that we'll end up singing Umbrella or something ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooh.. I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlLqyoST9Xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlLqyoST9Xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a fantastic parody xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7756002378046660788?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7756002378046660788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7756002378046660788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7756002378046660788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7756002378046660788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/powah-of-hare-hare-yukai.html' title='The powah of Hare Hare Yukai.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2787015171503222110</id><published>2008-10-10T07:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:10:20.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pika-pi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU0w1M-njrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU0w1M-njrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke. I don't have a proper life recently (all I've been doing is study and play.. uh.. yes, Neopets) so here's a video to keep my blog going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pikapika mitai ni chikyuugi o tokiakashitara&lt;br /&gt;Minna de doko made mo ikeru ne~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of moving to LJ for good. Both blogs are rather dead anyway, plus I much prefer LJ's functions especially the lock.. but I doubt anyone will bother to comment there. Ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am positive that Episode 3 of Hana Yori Dango &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; me. No matter where I try to watch it, every time I reach that scene when Tsukushi screams "I WANT TO SEE YOU!!" at the.. escape staircase thingy? and Rui comes walking down (*squeaks*) the video will then stop and tell me that the connection has somehow went poof. GRRRR. LET ME FINISH IT LAH. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WANT TO SEE YOU TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.animate-shop.jp/ws/image/cmdty/0/4091031_1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I TOTALLY WANT THIS. TALK ABOUT CUTE!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but since it's like very rare and ordering online would probably cost enough to buy a loli dress, I shall save the picture and make that my.. first project in plushie-making..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... okay maybe like third, after two spoilt plushies in the process of perfecting my skill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2787015171503222110?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2787015171503222110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2787015171503222110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2787015171503222110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2787015171503222110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/pika-pi.html' title='Pika-pi!'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6001035397797709423</id><published>2008-10-06T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:18:11.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is kind of fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine and sexy female. It originated in Mexico from a group called "The Veronicas" that were beautiful women with lots of curves. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Veronica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL. second one in the website is kind of accurate though, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl under eighteen who lies about her age. Closely related to the term jailbait but more devious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) One of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verb, meaning to lead someone on and then crush his or her heart like a heartless, souless, biatch that does pineapples and your sister.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Joyce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...lolwhut? don't get offended kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What should you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excuse you give your friends when you want to stay home alone and masturbate. Also known as 'reading' 'cleaning your room' or writing a term paper. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(studying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I much prefer the second one though: a term used in reference to doing school work. it also ends in the word dying, and slowly leads to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slang reference to the vagina. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(pink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...*chokes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5 types of climate: hot, very hot, damn its freakin' hot, wow look roast human char siew all over the streets!, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 common interest among all typical Singaporeans: Food, glorious food! Shopping, Welcome to the Great Singapore Sale! Toto/4D, come Saturday Sunday.. will I win? (bai liu li bai hui bu hui kai), Education - "Boy AH! u finish tuition homework liao or not! Later got piano lesson! AIYO! Your spelling learn already anot?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 MRT lines: North South line, East West line, North East line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours(approx): is needed to travel from one end to another end of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 common language: Singlish "See liao lah... What you want?" "SCUSE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I kind of like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Month of your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the communism revoulution that took place in china to replace the nationalist party that was in place before Mao. Mao's ideas were as stupid as they were absolutly insane. "The great leap forward" was a candiade for the most retarded political agenda on earth. Mao destroyed acres of VITAL farm land and replaced them with factorys to "advance china technologically" Of course, no one in china knew how to operate these factories, so all Mao accomplished was to stave his people. Mao's picture now hangs in frount of the gates of heavenly peace, in Beijing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Mao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....I lol'ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) What did you last eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that the king wonders about. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good nick-name for a small cute friend of yours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Lambchop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... I swear I didn't make this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do quizzes when I'm depressed. O levels is making me very depressed.. oh wait, I DON'T HAVE EXAMS!!! YESSS!!!! -parties-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^ the above is a post by a girl who is maniacally in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6001035397797709423?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6001035397797709423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6001035397797709423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6001035397797709423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6001035397797709423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-kind-of-fun.html' title='This is kind of fun.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2844304928289974677</id><published>2008-10-05T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:40:50.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>veron is hiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I need online tutors for:&lt;br /&gt;- Maths (1)&lt;br /&gt;- Combined Science(Phys/Chem) (1)&lt;br /&gt;- Geography (Elective) (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. And someone to teach me how to write super-quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is I'm very, very broke, so the only sort of 'payment' I can give you at most is a free meal. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The more I hear about my class/school, the less love I have for it. I really can't wait to leave PRCS. Graduation Nite? Nah, I'm pretty sure I won't be going now. Money issues aside, it's pretty obvious that I'm much better off watching crappy TV at home. It's not like anyone really wants to make any last memories with me, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2844304928289974677?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2844304928289974677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2844304928289974677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2844304928289974677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2844304928289974677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/veron-is-hiring.html' title='veron is hiring.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9001135511453553968</id><published>2008-10-05T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:00:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, not an otaku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLANNAD AFTER-STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the first episode and I'm not disappointed. It's still as hilarious as before contrary to the impression from the angsty preview at the end of Clannad Ep 23. Hopefully this will more or less keep up through the rest of the series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode starts off with Tomoya nearly getting hit by a baseball as he was spacing out. The baseball turns out to be batted by Akio, who's practicing for an upcoming match. Later Akio bullies Tomoya into gathering member for the baseball team because the opposing team apparently has a national-level player and he does not want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence we later see Tomoya going around gathering his harem.. er, friends to join his team. The highlight would probably be seeing Sunohara being slammed into the wall by Tomoyo because Tomoya told Tomoyo that Sunohara wants to do perverted things to him. Oh, and Sunohara apparently thinks of himself as a pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy so I won't write more about the match, if you're interested just go watch. Kotomi is being extremely cute as usual as she calculates the ultimate way for her to hit the ball. Is that a girl robot in disguise? Hm, shall ask Nagato Yuki. Yoshino Yusuke, that Okaazaki Tomoya lookalike from the Fuko arc who marries Fuko sister is also a total surprise. I never expected that guy to be so funny. He gives a very lengthy speech about how his contribution to them is a gift of the memory etc etc. So actually he's more like Sunohara? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so fond of the OP and ED songs though. Megumeru was still more pleasant on the ears, this new one lacks an "oomph" to it. The ED song doesn't have the same addictive effect as Dango Daikazoku did. I think many would probably agree with me that Dango Daikazoku remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VAMPIRE KNIGHT GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one that I've been waiting for. Though to tell the truth VK fans are getting me kind of annoyed, but I'll try not to let that get to me. It looks like the OP and ED will be another two fantastic songs, still be ON/OFF and (YAY!) Kanon Wakeshima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Zero! More Kaname molesting/stalking Yuuki! More blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard from the manga-readers I doubt I'll be actually looking forward to the plot itself so much. There's nothing particularly mysterious anymore since I've been pretty badly spoilt, and from what I know it seems like things will be getting a bad turn. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHUGO CHARA! DOKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this episode we see Dia again when she pops out of her egg to chat with the charas gathered in the garden by Kiseki, who wanted to discuss with his 'subjects' on how not to miss the embryo again when they see it. As usual, no one listens to him and even gets criticised by Iru for being naggy. The other charas also complain that Kiseki talks about boring stuff. Just as Kiseki finally thinks of something interesting to talk about, Dia appears and asks the charas to tell her about what happened in the past before she was 'born', in particularly about Amu's growth and maturity to become 'brighter', causing everyone to ignore Kiseki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another filler episode on flashbacks, which to tell the truth is getting a little redundant, didn't we have another one when Kairi was leaving the Guardians? I'm pretty sure that our memory of the series is fresh enough. Nonetheless the cuteness of the charas, especially watching Ran, Miki and Suu fight is rather pleasant to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new OP song if I'm not wrong is sung by the new group Shugo Chara Egg. I personally still prefer Buono!, but this group isn't too bad either. We also see Nagihiko looking very, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cute in the OP ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9001135511453553968?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9001135511453553968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9001135511453553968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9001135511453553968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9001135511453553968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for.html' title='no, not an otaku.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-507903989541483454</id><published>2008-10-04T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:12:48.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D: Cheated.</title><content type='html'>DDDD; THE ANIME IS A LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the last episode of Shugo Chara! season one and to be honest I feel like I got cheated D; Everyone was saying that it's 'for sure' we'll see Ikuto in Amu's bed in Episode 51 and I've been looking forward to that for weeks... BUT THERE IS NO SUCH SCENE D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best we got to see was only Ikuto hugging Amu very very tightly in mid-air... and when they land Amu somehow ends up in Tadase's arms )&lt; (Darn, Tadase. Go hug Rima.)  Nonetheless this was still a somewhat cool episode. BUT WHY IS NADESHIKO/NAJIHIKO NOT BACK YET?!!! I THOUGHT &lt;s&gt;SHE&lt;/s&gt;HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COMING BACK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sulks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm beginning to spot possible pairings ... Tadase x Rima? Since both of them are chibi-looking and blonde, with that regal, elegant air. Plus, Tadase is the King chair and Rima is the Queen chair. It makes perfect sense. Kukai x Yaya? Good buddies and extremely hyper people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite anime pairings of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANAZONO HIKARI X TAKISHIMA KEI!&lt;/span&gt; (Special A)&lt;br /&gt;No doubt this will be my favourite pairing for a very, very long time. They look so irresistably cute together~&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fujioka Haruhi x Suoh Tamaki &lt;/span&gt;(OHSHC)&lt;br /&gt;Comes a rather close second to HxK. Likewise, this is another very adorable pairing, what with Haruhi's denseness and Tamaki's hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hinamori Amu x Tsukiyomi Ikuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tbqh, I'm not really THAT big a fan of S.C., it's the love for this pairing and hopes of seeing their couple-y scenes that gives me motivation to keep watching S.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and of course, there's still Kyou x Kotomi&lt;/span&gt;.. er nevermind. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-507903989541483454?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/507903989541483454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=507903989541483454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/507903989541483454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/507903989541483454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-cheated.html' title='D: Cheated.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4498824932263763697</id><published>2008-10-03T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:28:06.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle.</title><content type='html'>People always think they know everything about one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I'll follow Bun's cue and move this to LJ. After all, I wouldn't want some little masculine egos to get bruised, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronx.livejournal.com"&gt;I'm so sorry, it's friends-only.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4498824932263763697?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4498824932263763697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4498824932263763697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4498824932263763697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4498824932263763697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/giggle.html' title='Giggle.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5493177074982443399</id><published>2008-10-01T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:46:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I almost forgot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I wish all of you, kids in body or kids at heart, a very happy Children's day!&lt;br /&gt;May we all be able to stay the way we are for the next 40 years, and the next next next 100 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the hell with maturity, when all it brings for us is endless frustration and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;To the hell with growing up, because little kids are damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;To the hell with becoming an adult - we may be physically aging, but please not let us become a bunch of hypocritical pain-in-the-asses who make people's lives miserable just for power, fame and the stupidest of all: reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be kids who can think, kids who know that there are more things worth fighting for than a stupid thing called 'face', kids who enjoy our lives well enough without heaping our misery upon others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy children's day!!! HAVE SOME CHAMPAGN- er, SPARKLING RIBENA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of pretty images, I'm kind of worn out now after running about the entire day with only 3 hours of sleep. So long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, &lt;a href="http://sgcafe.com/showthread.php?t=45733"&gt;reading this thread&lt;/a&gt; I suddenly remembered that I saw two girls in punk/goth just now at White Sands when I was waiting for my bus. *_* So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5493177074982443399?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5493177074982443399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5493177074982443399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5493177074982443399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5493177074982443399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-i-almost-forgot.html' title='Oh I almost forgot..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-295587044153307162</id><published>2008-10-01T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:26:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squeaks.</title><content type='html'>I WENT TO COLLECT MY ITEMS TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like the service, but whatever. Items gotten everything else doesn't matter, plus it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love. With my rabbit top. IT'S SO CUTE. *squeaks excitedly* Kind of like a kindergartener and rather dorky but who cares, VERON IS DORKY AND PROUD OF IT. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 311px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/bunbun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/bunbun.jpg&gt;click for large&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. SO CUTE RIGHT. I'll spoil your beautiful image of it being cute by posting up a picture of me wearing it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charm bracelet is quite sweet too, I love the charms on it. My mum is targeting it lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 195px; height: 167px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/rockinghorse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/rockinghorse.jpg&gt;click for large&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my vintage rocking horse necklace was out of stock (T_T) so I received the replacement instead, an Anna Sui inspired necklace. Still cute lah, but a bit tacky imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 190px; height: 92px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/annasui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/annasui.jpg&gt;click for large&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mum is for the win. She paid for all the items as my Children's Day present. For once, it's great to be a chibi and treated like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ And I have a wedding dinner in November but nothing to wear, again. Darn those formal occasions, don't they know us childish-looking people have difficulty being comfortable in formal apparels? ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Btw, rip my pictures and I'll rip your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-295587044153307162?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/295587044153307162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=295587044153307162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/295587044153307162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/295587044153307162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/squeaks.html' title='squeaks.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/th_bunbun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1022266809051430085</id><published>2008-10-01T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:34:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://animelands.blogspot.com/&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi figurine/Nodame Cantabile bag/Mokona backpack/Yuki sling-bag and cushion/Red lolita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really need to stop blogshop-hopping and hit my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1022266809051430085?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1022266809051430085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1022266809051430085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1022266809051430085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1022266809051430085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want.html' title='I WANT!'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4466540924809290419</id><published>2008-09-30T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:51:14.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW DESKTOP.</title><content type='html'>Okay Moomoo ask me post so ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 222px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/30jmk5v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://i37.tinypic.com/30jmk5v.jpg&gt;larger here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;- Veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)&lt;br /&gt;- Verizzle.. LOLWHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)&lt;br /&gt;- Pink Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)&lt;br /&gt;- Zheve.. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;- Black Chocolate..I can ngom my superhero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;- Vetacahen.. wth o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (both parents middle name)&lt;br /&gt;- Lim Tan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;br /&gt;- Black Maoqiu... sounds damn china.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4466540924809290419?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4466540924809290419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4466540924809290419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4466540924809290419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4466540924809290419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-desktop.html' title='NEW DESKTOP.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/30jmk5v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7768542314277553178</id><published>2008-09-30T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:23:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takoyaki-chan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://x-veron.deviantart.com/art/Tako-chan-99325871"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 231px;" src="http://fc53.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/273/3/6/Tako_chan_by_x_veron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally did a decent vector work after such a long hiatus, click for full-view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I wish I had the materials right now to be able to make plushies and charms. I have so many ideas but.. no materials :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to post nowadays.. and it feels like no one's reading either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for hoodies just now, when I noticed something strange, why is it that the hoodies for guys in Taiwan sprees are all so funky and cute, but those for the girls are so plain and dull?! Mehhh! I don't care, I shall order the guy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still can't find a prom dress I'm satisfied with. The ones I find from online sprees are wayyy too typical for such a high price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7768542314277553178?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7768542314277553178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7768542314277553178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7768542314277553178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7768542314277553178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/takoyaki-chan.html' title='Takoyaki-chan.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1802064037924926221</id><published>2008-09-28T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:02:05.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think..</title><content type='html'>.. for the timebeing at least, I'll be migrating to my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I used to seek solace in this blog whenever I was down or unhappy or had something I really needed to talk about. Perhaps it was my own ignorance or immaturity for overlooking the fact that Blogger's method of making your blog open to readers also make it that your mind and anything you pen on your blog becomes open to scrutiny of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1802064037924926221?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1802064037924926221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1802064037924926221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1802064037924926221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1802064037924926221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think.html' title='I think..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9088903806995387887</id><published>2008-09-26T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:31:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>... I feel like doing vector art again. And drawing cheesecakes, onigiris, funky cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I've gotten around to do the sketch for Cass' Socially Inacceptable but I don't like it. ): I has no drawing skeelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I wish I had enough money to buy that adorable panda hat from cute-plush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Pupe is evil. When I have enough ribbons, I can't find the things I want. When I don't have enough, they start popping out and tempting me. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And here is my must-buy-list when I get enough money after O levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fimo/sculpey clay (anyone knows where I can buy them?)&lt;br /&gt;- felt in many colours&lt;br /&gt;- tablet&lt;br /&gt;- glaze/varnish&lt;br /&gt;- ega/kigurumi pajamas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and you should be able to tell my post-exam activites from there. sad life I have, I didn't even think about going out with friends or what =___= in fact it's pretty much a get-more-reclusive plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I haven't updated my HYD post. *is lazy* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... shall do it tomorrow when I'm more productive. right now I just feel like being artsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but since I have a study date at 5 I better get to sleep. oyasuminasai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9088903806995387887?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9088903806995387887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9088903806995387887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9088903806995387887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9088903806995387887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='..random thoughts.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2369216953181037811</id><published>2008-09-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:10:03.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;i love tomoyo and fate more than you exzy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2369216953181037811?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2369216953181037811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2369216953181037811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2369216953181037811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2369216953181037811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/win.html' title='Win.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6731192499734790248</id><published>2008-09-25T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:19:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;/random thought&lt;br /&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;if vampire = apple&lt;br /&gt;tissue paper girl;                 hana yori dango     says:&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;then my date with a vampire = my date with a apple&lt;br /&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to delete my HYD post cos I think that kind of crappy sleepy review does no justice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, HANAZAWA RUI IS STILL THE CUTEST PRIEST, EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6731192499734790248?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6731192499734790248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6731192499734790248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6731192499734790248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6731192499734790248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/gallan-says-random-thought-gallan-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8633932506511205470</id><published>2008-09-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:16:08.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fear the doorknob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A Child’s Eyes&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd, 2008 by WHO WAS PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every child fears under their bed. If they don’t, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don’t. They aren’t yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to borrow a child’s eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that “it” doesn’t see you back…would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cover yourself. If you can’t see it, it can’t see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don’t make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don’t move. It attracts their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what’s there, but they cannot see… and they forget the rules….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep them away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not. Now look behind you with a child’s eyes and try not to scream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from creepypasta.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I can't sleep. -slow grin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8633932506511205470?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8633932506511205470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8633932506511205470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8633932506511205470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8633932506511205470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-fear-doorknob.html' title='I fear the doorknob.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2077231119026896248</id><published>2008-09-24T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:14:25.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-gasps-</title><content type='html'>I just saw &lt;a href="http://bluezbatchorders.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blogshop&lt;/a&gt; and I nearly screamed. I've been looking for those kind of pajamas since I saw pictures of the previous cosfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*HINTHINTHINTHINTHINT* 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2077231119026896248?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2077231119026896248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2077231119026896248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2077231119026896248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2077231119026896248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/gasps.html' title='-gasps-'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2590342098979056002</id><published>2008-09-23T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:36:52.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE CAN HAZ NONSENSE.</title><content type='html'>ahahahaha. I have the most awesome shifu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/nonsense1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we begin the ritual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/nonsense2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/nonsense3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD The miracle/third sight thing is an inside joke from one of the CreepyPasta rituals. Go read and laugh your socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWDZXZX LOOK AT OUR POWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/nonsense4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another CP ritual. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shifu rocks :3 I was crying before the convo but she managed to make me calm down and go nonsense. XD -glomps-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2590342098979056002?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2590342098979056002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2590342098979056002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2590342098979056002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2590342098979056002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-can-haz-nonsense.html' title='WE CAN HAZ NONSENSE.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/th_nonsense1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5329824782192849991</id><published>2008-09-23T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:36:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doki doki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mmh. *thinks* .. I don't know..*turns red* yeah you know. -shifty eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. No, was very mad at myself because I overslept the movie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I'm angry at that fu..ishing dude in TKA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Not really. Only when I remember there's candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Uh my mum, at er, uh *stares into space and tries to recall* home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Are you currently taking a science class in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Kiss on the first date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. :/ I'll prefer things to go with the pace. So most likely no. But things do take us by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you rather have chicken or steak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Pok~pok~pok~.. Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Yesterday? Knocked out dea- I mean, asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. No big transformations. Not getting any prettier or uglier.. just a bit more pandarish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Plain water. Thank Haruhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. How old will you be in 10 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Sadistic 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the last person to text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Darren. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What month is your birthday in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. October. *bright sparkling flashy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HINTHINTHINT&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Can you live a day without tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. As long as my computer and internet is operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many pets do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Personally one, household-wise two.. or should I say three? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many houses have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. How many city/towns have you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. One. Unless you count vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Bare. .. unless it's on some dirty ground, then shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What are you doing for your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. :/ Mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Jiang Zhishu is an asshole and Danson is going to make me sponteneously combust into squeaky flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Any plans for next weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A. -squeak- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. When was the last time you cried and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. .. A couple of days ago. Not going to tell 1001 strangers reading this blog (*scoffs* yeah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;) why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Have you ever had a life-threatening injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Not really. Aw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;such a boring life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. ... I don't know, believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Do you like flying or driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Flying. As in with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;drive stick shifts&lt;/span&gt;?! I thought people drove vehicles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Good food. Clothes. Cute things (plushies, keychains, notebooks, the like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you wear any jewelry daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Black plastic studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Who got you the jewelry you are currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q.Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Er. This is hard. Either Shifu or some of the Dangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Quite often but some details may be amiss. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep dreaming of one of my male classmates. &gt;_&gt; I don't even remember that guy's existence (and I doubt he remembers mine) for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your ringtone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The ringtone from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One Missed Call&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Skim, 1%, 2%, or whole milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Uh. Dunno leh I don't care one. Taste nice can liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q. Are you mad about anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mad as in crazy mad? Currently, Danson Tang. He's making my heartbeat go like PLIPBLOBKAAAAAABOOM. Eternally, Akanishi Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hehe. Have changed my blogskin in case you haven't noticed. Is my autoplay irritating? I'm trying to figure out how not to autoplay D:&lt;br /&gt;All the icons are done by me, ask for my permission before even saving it )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but he's really cute. *gasps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i37.tinypic.com/bk5zs.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares- If there's a nurse like this in the hospital I think I wouldn't want to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5329824782192849991?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5329824782192849991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5329824782192849991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5329824782192849991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5329824782192849991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/doki-doki.html' title='doki doki'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/bk5zs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7050044296318998848</id><published>2008-09-23T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:20:24.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know where you're going to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/D7IH83lesn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/D7IH83lesn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/nsdragons/music/p4a5NH2q/janice_9_do_you_know_where_youre_going_to/"&gt;9 - Do You Know Where Youre Going To - 衛蘭 Janice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what you're hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;When you look behind you there's no open door&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were standing still in time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds&lt;br /&gt;You knew how I loved you, but my spirit was free&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the questions that&lt;br /&gt;you once asked of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back at all we've had&lt;br /&gt;We let so many dreams just slip through our hands&lt;br /&gt;Why must we wait so long before we see&lt;br /&gt;How sad the answers to those questions can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what you're hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;When you look behind you there's no open door&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is really a very beautiful song. I heard that Mariah Carey and Diana Ross also sang the same song, but personally I prefer this version by a Hongkong singer Janice much better because her voice is extremely sweet, giving a rather ethereal feel to the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* I've just listened to her entire album and I'm in love with her voice. It's very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7050044296318998848?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7050044296318998848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7050044296318998848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7050044296318998848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7050044296318998848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-know-where-youre-going-to.html' title='Do you know where you&apos;re going to?'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6092050131677185158</id><published>2008-09-21T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:18:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Twilighters please click</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://otahyoni.livejournal.com/130432.html"&gt;http://otahyoni.livejournal.com/130432.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO. I love the person who wrote this. Made my day, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;br /&gt;exzy is like one out of my thousand boyfriends&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6092050131677185158?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6092050131677185158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6092050131677185158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6092050131677185158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6092050131677185158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/anti-twilighters-please-click.html' title='Anti-Twilighters please click'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5772415027700097397</id><published>2008-09-21T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:20:28.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took this from Cass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile blog. (BOLD the ones you are.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LAWL MAN. I'M SO SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is true on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I used to wear skirts. Then I discovered shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;br /&gt;I have big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;I''m a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I''m BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lmao, shall I tell you that I haven't done my homework for nearly a month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon&lt;br /&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;br /&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;I read comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.&lt;br /&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;br /&gt;I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts (It's actually called a kilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K, I don't write that much but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan&lt;br /&gt;I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;br /&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;br /&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be an OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;br /&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s&lt;br /&gt;I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times&lt;br /&gt;I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Yeah, baby, want a date with me? How stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.&lt;br /&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like FIRE so I must be an arsonist.&lt;br /&gt;I play VIDEO GAMES so I MUST be a LOSER.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you think I agree with the stereotypes, go run headfirst into your nearest wall this very minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;tissue paper girl;                 其实没有我你也分不出什么差别     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;lol my mum split into three pieces today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;tissue paper girl;                 其实没有我你也分不出什么差别     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.. I mean, my mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;tissue paper girl;                 其实没有我你也分不出什么差别     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;=_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Cassie                                 Breathe. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I SPLIT INTO 3 PIECES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;»Gallan†« says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3857758950219032885-5772415027700097397?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5772415027700097397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5772415027700097397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5772415027700097397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5772415027700097397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/took-this-from-cass.html' title='Took this from Cass.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5110072352419221241</id><published>2008-09-21T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:24:34.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I find..</title><content type='html'>..that it's such a waste Danson is always either being used for characters which don't fully exercise his charisma or being stuck into dramas which are so lame I can't bear to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing since even when he's acting gay, like he's now in They Kiss Again, he's already so devastatingly handsome *_* I'll probably get spastic if he really gets a role that's perfect for fanservice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: My, XiangQin is so lucky. She gets to have Danson whispering into her ear and half-cornering her against the wall. ): Even though Danson's role wasn't supposed to have any romantic links with XiangQin he's already making us fangirls go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5110072352419221241?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5110072352419221241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5110072352419221241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5110072352419221241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5110072352419221241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-find.html' title='I find..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5963632747024107603</id><published>2008-09-21T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:50:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tissue paper girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/148rat.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算没有我，你的人生也不是照样过。&lt;br /&gt;没有我，你也不会发现有什么重要的东西不见了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry..what's there to cry about.&lt;br /&gt;even if you cry no one's going to care.&lt;br /&gt;do you think anything will change just because you cry?&lt;br /&gt;stupid, useless girl.&lt;br /&gt;your existence has less value than a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5963632747024107603?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5963632747024107603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5963632747024107603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5963632747024107603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5963632747024107603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/tissue-paper-girl.html' title='tissue paper girl.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/148rat_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3610813376815600680</id><published>2008-09-21T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:58:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Meme #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stole this from Cass who got it from Bunbun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Faith - KAT-TUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even if the voice goes further away, the feelings will be here&lt;br /&gt;Have a dream, fall down and get back up&lt;br /&gt;I’m betting everything on it, so keep the faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mmh.. telling me to keep holding on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurage, Nagareboshi - Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can call this love?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to forget you, I end up loving you even more&lt;br /&gt;Is my wish to be together,&lt;br /&gt;really unattainable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...I'm going to wake up missing someone? D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First day of High School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们是我的星光 - 星光二班 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你們是我的星光&lt;br /&gt;留著眼淚陪我成長　回憶在擁抱裡燦爛&lt;br /&gt;你們是我的星光&lt;br /&gt;讓我們驕傲回頭望　曾經用生命歌唱&lt;br /&gt;約定了和你再仰望　同一片星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O: I'm going to have a bunch of great friends?! WOO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon Rock - Funtwo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o_O How do you intepret this? .. hm, my love life will have a lot of exciting ups-and-downs like in the song?.. I hope :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fight song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Flows in You - Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O: I'LL MAKE THEIR BLOOD FLOW. YEAH. ..but this sounds like one of those super-sad fighting scenes which end with the hero dying and the hero's SO hugging the hero and crying..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel in Disguise - Corinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D; I'm going to break up with an angel?!&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. I suppose it means that the decision is right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知足 - 五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. I used to relate this song to someone. Do they want me to be satisfied with prom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash Like Snow - the brilliant green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes were alone in the desolate night sky,&lt;br /&gt;They soared high until they were crushed.&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for glory that triumphs over darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I have given up many things I sought to protect.&lt;br /&gt;(It's falling from your sky)&lt;br /&gt;This is too futile.&lt;br /&gt;(Baby I come for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the scattered broken pieces cut me,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my closed heart,&lt;br /&gt;I choose to grow stronger.&lt;br /&gt;And I came this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The song.. sums everything up. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuki Dayo - Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll break down from loving someone too much? D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;温柔 - 五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I'll be gentle with the car -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeng Moo Sae (Parrot) - HowL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss you again just like it’s yesterday&lt;br /&gt;My desire to see you just won’t disappear&lt;br /&gt;You just keep appearing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I comfort myself, the more I cry&lt;br /&gt;Even if I rub away those tears secretly…&lt;br /&gt;The memories spreading to other memories&lt;br /&gt;Making me cry with pain&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I’ve only received&lt;br /&gt;Will you forget me because I haven’t given you anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds really bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomen ne - KOKIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naturally, apologising is the first step to get back together..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Wing - Chieco Kawabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah, hurting and being hurt, we loved and took&lt;br /&gt;Now we each head towards our own places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the sun rises, the dawn light spreading through the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll go far away, not hesitating anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I'll be able to love everything someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This song is totally unsuitable for a wedding o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious One - KAT-TUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mmh.. yes, one precious only one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final battle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私奔到月球 - 阿信/陈绮贞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's escape to the moon to fight!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3610813376815600680?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3610813376815600680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3610813376815600680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3610813376815600680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3610813376815600680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/music-meme-1.html' title='Music Meme #1'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3249204066083594270</id><published>2008-09-20T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:55:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Palm of a Tiny Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;Far away, far away, the sea of rice plants wavers&lt;br /&gt;Raising the rice, raising the rice, we aimed for the memory&lt;br /&gt;Do we remember the sad things that have happened before today, or have we forgotten them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in this tiny hand, there could someday be strength surpassing our own&lt;br /&gt;From the day I cried beneath the ripe grapes, I started to walk&lt;br /&gt;Even if my hand is small, even if we're separated, we'll walk this road&lt;br /&gt;And on the day that will someday come, we'll store away our best memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons change; already the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;Wraps around us and sleeps inside the song of that spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in this tiny hand, there could someday be strength surpassing our own&lt;br /&gt;Those wet cheeks reflected a number of smiles&lt;br /&gt;Even if my hand is small, even if we're separated, we'll walk this road&lt;br /&gt;And on the new day we too stored away our memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this tiny hand will one day pass by us&lt;br /&gt;And on the new day, a new season began&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to the Queen of CFC (Cassie FanClub) a.k.a Cassie the Cute for introducing us this wonderful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Help me choose again please D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-0db2-abb510e24b32cb6de3a744be457914eb.jhtml"&gt;dress #1&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db2-758aef71ab30199b504cf402a8cc6bb2.jhtml"&gt;dress #2&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-0db2-47bfc5b24186e5abaff190e7b269d3b4.jhtml"&gt;dress #3&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db2-8ee11c467d71dd296a43c7ef8fa9fedc.jhtml"&gt;dress #4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3249204066083594270?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3249204066083594270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3249204066083594270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3249204066083594270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3249204066083594270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/palm-of-tiny-hand.html' title='The Palm of a Tiny Hand'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4177949697657792155</id><published>2008-09-20T08:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:52:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared.</title><content type='html'>It creeps me out how words can have such an effect on me. Like for example a vivid and well-written recount of horror stories or thrillers can make my heart all squelched up into one tight, breatheless ball, making me paranoid of my surroundings and afraid to sleep. Or how words of humilating criticism from groups of people can send me into a frenzy of embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. When it's on paper, in print, I can feel really frightened. But if it's spoken, verbally, somehow I can just tune it out, silence the voice with a hard glare, brush it away by walking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had to do a quiz to settle that tension inside. God, I really should stop reading some stuff. Someday I'll suffer from a heart attack on my study table and no one will even be in time to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from DA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Female most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gender preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your honest, balls-to-the-wall opinion on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Furries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the art.. don't find it pretty. Animals are animals, not human-animals.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, but I don't mind kemonomimis though. No heck, I love those, they are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People-who-wear-fursuits-and-go-to-cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole fursuits? It depends on whether it looks good I s'pose, but it sounds kinda cute. Makes me want to glomp the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People-who-draw-furry-art:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs- I only like those pretty manga styles. So if it's that style I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Furry-porn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn = do not want, full stop period kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fangirls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one myself, but I hate those squeal-y, rant rant rant type who can't talk about anything else. Like those Twilighters and L-lovers. Total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to talk about your idol once in awhile - look at the spams I do to my friends sometimes, but 24/7? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanboys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly like most of them. The ones I've seen so far don't seem to know anything about their idol other than what the idol looks like. And maybe the cup-size. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaoi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhn. I'm not against it but I'm not into it. I like seeing Kame rip Jin's shirt off (-silently squeals into a pillow-), see Ueda giving off sparks to Jin or Danson kissing one of the Fahrenheit boys but that's about it. And it's probably hot only because there's a guy in it that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Critique, regardless of art form or genre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's constructive and not overly opinionated it's perfectly fine and helpful. If you can't take it then say so beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manga-style illustration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manga-style illustration with a Western influence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, no. I don't like it. It's no way as pretty as the traditional kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rap music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmh, not everyone can do it. Most rap sounds annoying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mainstream pop music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most sound good at first listen and sound horribly annoying after 5mins. I hate the way they get stuck in your mind in a really bad sense, like Girlfriend, Umbrella and some other songs I don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRRL GAMERS':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women in general:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are mostly cool when they are not bimbos and hypocrites. I love the sarcastic/cool tsunderes like Shifu, Haruhi or Chiaki, the silent moe type like Nagato or Mai, and the totally high and crazy types like Bunbun or Shifu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men in general:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be goddamn dense, stupid and lame. And totally hurtful without a single care for your feelings. Huge gossips too.&lt;br /&gt;... but they can be really sweet too. And some of them are funny, like Kaasan.. who's a girl. Yarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World Politics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, just leave Singapore out of it. Which is impossible, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American politicians, especially George W. Bush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Never bothered much about him except in SS and for a laugh once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DeviantART:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has awesome art. But biased towards mainstream stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gay folks, whether we're talking boy-on-boy or girl-on-girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are normal people like the rest of the society. Their sexual preferences and who they love does not concern me any more than what you ate for breakfast. Unless, that is, you ate something I wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bisexuality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As above. Hey, for all I know I may be a little bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WILL. GO. THERE. SOMEDAY. I SWEAR. I want to visit Harajuku and all those places like in Osen and eat super yummy food and *hyperventilates into outerspace*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedophiles and Pedophilia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. This has nothing to do with love, don't give me that. You're just sickos interested in violating bodies which are still pure, that's all. Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Internet Male/Internet Tough Guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean those retards who act all beng and tough online? They can eff off. See if you're still so tough with a chopper after you irl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roleplayers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be very lame when they are Mary-sue and John-does. I've never actually done a roleplay I'm really happy with. Fanfiction is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Myspace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a boring community for superficial people interested in collecting vases as friends so that they can boast to other vases of their imagined superiority. Only a very tiny percentage is actually there because they are truly interested in keeping their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Straight Edge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No I like Slant Edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sex industry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not interest me. Especially if it involves Ah Tiongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs- Not much of my fancy. To me it's just kind of superficial.. and following trends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4177949697657792155?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4177949697657792155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4177949697657792155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4177949697657792155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4177949697657792155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/scared.html' title='Scared.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4976279364273507715</id><published>2008-09-19T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:46:19.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicky thing.</title><content type='html'>For those who didn't know, the incredibly fantastic site &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnimeOST&lt;/span&gt; has moved to a new domain, &lt;a href="http://www.chibi-osts.net/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay, so mine didn't work, but Bunbun saved the day by using her old one. I MISSED CASSIE'S VOICE OMG. SO CUTE -squeals- I'M SETTING UP A FANCLUB FOR CASSIE'S VOICE (and Cassie ben ren too, of course). Interested fans SIGN UP NOW. KUAKUAKUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 431px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/314b8g3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_* I really missed this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4976279364273507715?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4976279364273507715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4976279364273507715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4976279364273507715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4976279364273507715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/musicky-thing.html' title='Musicky thing.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/314b8g3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-598273093918131719</id><published>2008-09-19T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:54:05.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/262/4/9/usaloli___thanks_for_the_2k_by_x_veron.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, two good news: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY &lt;a href="http://x-veron.deviantart.com/"&gt;DEVIANTART ACCOUNT&lt;/a&gt; HIT TWO THOUSAND PAGEVIEWS.&lt;/span&gt; ZOMGWTFBBQ YAYYYYYYYYY -rans around in circles spinning a fairy wand... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uh how did that fairy wand get there&lt;/span&gt;- And Jin got from fourth place back to third in the &lt;a href="http://vote2.ziyu.net/html/milky90.html"&gt;new round of voting for the JE boys&lt;/a&gt;, Ueda successfully squeezed himself under Jin as well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们一直都理所当然的人为我应该顾忌别人的感受，认为像我这么一个女孩子，不能犯任何一点错、更加不能有一点点不开心的表现。那我呢。我不开心，有人在乎吗？我的感受，谁来顾忌？我受委屈，谁会保护我？从小到大我都不能当一个任性的小孩，但是说真的，我很讨厌当一个被你们这些虚伪的大人摆布的小女生。毕竟你们为的是你们的利益、你们的面子，而不是真心地为了我，我的想法、我的感觉而着想。就像今天听你跟别人说我的是非，难道你都不能体谅我会觉得很难堪吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/9kqikg.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;... Okay fine I know a girl like me shouldn't be camwhoring regardless of whether it's faceless or not D; Just that I liked that outfit so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-598273093918131719?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/598273093918131719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=598273093918131719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/598273093918131719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/598273093918131719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/9kqikg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4181041256569257168</id><published>2008-09-18T15:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:06:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be so lucky.</title><content type='html'>this is totally why I so hate being dependent or reliant on anyone. you have to compromise and plan your life, your schedule everything around that person, then when that person screws up everything is mess up and you're left stranded, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. if you can't do it, THEN DON'T FUCKING PROMISE ME. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE THIS HAPPENED? I'M NOT EVEN ASKING YOU TO BEND EVERYTHING TO MY WILL YOU KNOW. IF YOU DON'T WANT IT THEN I CAN BLOODY WELL GO FIND SOMEBODY ELSE WHO WILL DO IT FOR ME. DON'T FUCKING ACT LIKE YOU HAVE THE ABILITY THEN END UP YOU FUCK UP THEN LEAVE ME SO DISAPPOINTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck la. And you freaking expect me to let myself trust people to be able to make things okay for me. If none of you can even do something as simple as this, how the fuck am I suppose to trust people with my problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4181041256569257168?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4181041256569257168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4181041256569257168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4181041256569257168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4181041256569257168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck.html' title='I should be so lucky.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6446011669452956164</id><published>2008-09-17T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:20:34.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie Post</title><content type='html'>Haven't been torturing you guys for a long time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, an outdated one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/ramen1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this at Sakae last week. I ordered Teriyaki Ramen, it's my new substitution for Ajisen Ramen.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Ajisen Ramen it does pale in comparison but it's still not too bad so far. The soup base is good - rich, kinda milky and not too salty. Tastes like it has been boiled from some meat bones or something which is really yummy, not like the fake MSG-laden kind of soup you get from food courts and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles is good too, very Q and tangy. I like the teriyaki chicken because I kind of expected it to be awfully sweet but it wasn't, just nicely grilled, but for somebody like me who have a low tolerance for oily, dry food it's still a tad sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portion is definitely filling =_= No room at all to eat any of the sushi after eating this ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm happier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - had lunch with Mum today and we tried the Fresh Bulggogi restaurant at eHub.&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Seoul Garden might like this - the style's very similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior is definitely a far-cry from Seoul Garden though, it looks like some expensive chic restaurant - which I guess it is. Nonetheless, impressive, plus I love how the booths give you a sense of privacy, totally unlike the noisy, open environment of SG. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/fb1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/fb2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordering method is very much like Sakae - you order from the computer instead from a waiter. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Their computer seems to be much laggier though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/fb3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the basic set since it's about the only one which we'll be able to finish. The set consists of a portion of chicken, a portion of beef (which we swopped for chicken), enoki mushrooms, fishballs and loads of vege.&lt;br /&gt;You're given the options of Chicken Soup, Herbal Chicken Soup and Kimchi soup to choose for your soup base, we picked Herbal Chicken Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted when I found that one of the two portions of chicken was marinated in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tom yam&lt;/span&gt; flavor, which was my favourite when I visited Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup didn't live up to my expectations on the first try because it didn't really have a herbal taste and was kind of sweet. After adding the ingredients and boiling them for awhile the taste did improve but I still don't see anything 'herbal' about it other than the slices of Chinese herbs and wolfberry chucked into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/fb4.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learnt - when visiting cook-it-yourself restaurants such as these, it's always better to go with your mum. Unlike the (admittedly enjoyable) experience with the gang, there was barely any charred meat at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgot to add something in. I'll definitely give a thumbs-up for their dipping sauces. There were four different kinds (and light soy sauce by request), a green garlic one, a mild chilli one, some brown oily stuff that tasted salty and sweet, plus a sweet sauce. My personal favourite would be the garlic sauce cos it didn't overpower the taste of the chicken but enhanced it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service-wise it's definitely better than what I had experienced during the one single visit to Seoul Garden. The waiters/waitresses were friendly and kept coming around to ask whether we're doing fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict? It's a little pricey when the food quality isn't so different from the buffet you get at Seoul Garden, plus Seoul Garden has more choices. But it's probably fresher here, plus for people who don't like that kind of oily, smoky and raucous environment in SG would appreciate the quiet and clean surroundings of Fresh Bulggogi. Probably good for people with heart attacks.. I mean, people who are on dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, this is totally irrelevant but shifu is awesome :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6446011669452956164?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6446011669452956164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6446011669452956164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6446011669452956164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6446011669452956164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/foodie-post.html' title='Foodie Post'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/th_ramen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3828371556029950261</id><published>2008-09-17T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:40:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>For some weird reason I suddenly feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what's wrong with me. It's like hey, I can't seem to accept anything good that comes to me. I don't think I have a bad life, yes, maybe a childhood that was more unstable than most, and falling down a little bit more than most people I know, but compared to some people, I think I'm lucky already. I have a great mum who'll always back me up, who's kinda funky and like a good friend sometimes. I have girlfriends who are fun and get along alright with me. I have lovely online friends who seem to still like me even though I'm such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I keep pushing everyone away. Sometimes I think all the misfortunes that I feel have happened to me is actually my own doing. If I wasn't so mean to people and if I'm more accepting maybe I won't quarrel with so many people and make so many of you hate me so much. And maybe I'll hate a lot of you lesser too, and not make my heart and head hurt so bad carrying all that hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being so evil all the time. It sounds like a lot of fun but at times like this I look at other people and I go "What happened to me?". It sucks, really, to be jealous of something as simple has being happy. Being able to be a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel like asking all of you what makes you like a person like me. But I'm afraid that the answer will be "Why do you even think we like you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh well. Someone hand me a pint of Ben &amp; Jerry's plus a stack of novels please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3828371556029950261?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3828371556029950261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3828371556029950261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3828371556029950261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3828371556029950261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_17.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-513279483417333088</id><published>2008-09-15T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:32:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Things That It Took Me 50 Years To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Dave Barry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never under any circumstances take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be “meetings”.&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”&lt;br /&gt;4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.&lt;br /&gt;5. And when God, who created the entire universe with all of its glories, decides to deliver a message to humanity, He WILL NOT use, as His messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;6. You should not confuse your career with your life.&lt;br /&gt;7. No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;8. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;10. Never lick a steak knife.&lt;br /&gt;11. Take out the fortune before you eat the cookie.&lt;br /&gt;12. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.&lt;br /&gt;13. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.&lt;br /&gt;14. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;15. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11.&lt;br /&gt;16. “The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.&lt;br /&gt;17. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them.&lt;br /&gt;18. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your friends love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X -giggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;watch Hana Yori Dango Final or go to Zemotion's gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting this veh big cos people like all don't care about my posts one ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-513279483417333088?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/513279483417333088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=513279483417333088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/513279483417333088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/513279483417333088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/19-things-that-it-took-me-50-years-to.html' title='19 Things That It Took Me 50 Years To Learn'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3205208478608206444</id><published>2008-09-12T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:57:24.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your real name:&lt;/span&gt; Veronica Tan Very Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; Add one to one thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natural hair colour:&lt;/span&gt; Black, brownish at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/span&gt; Red. Really. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glasses/contacts?:&lt;/span&gt; Specs. Buy me a pair of contacts please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tattoos:&lt;/span&gt; I like art not body art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Braces:&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't give a damn about my teeth as long as it's sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colour:&lt;/span&gt; Pink/Black/White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; F.I.R/Mayday/Cherry Boom/KAT-TUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Video game:&lt;/span&gt; Nope, don't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Kagen no Tsuki/Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru/Ima, Ai no Yukimasu/Secret/5cm per Second/anything Ghibli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt; NOT TWILIGHT. -ahem- His Dark Materials, Mortal Instruments, A-list, Night World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt; ramen, tom yam soup,cola-flavored lollipop and erm.. anything soupy I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scent:&lt;/span&gt; the smell of fresh famous amos cookies and coffee (even though I don't drink it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Animal:&lt;/span&gt; Anything that has fur or feathers and ain't creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comic book:&lt;/span&gt; 老夫子, Doraemon. Haven't read in 200 million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manga book:&lt;/span&gt; OHSHC, Special A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cartoon:&lt;/span&gt; Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anime:&lt;/span&gt; Minami-Ke, SHNY, OHSHC, S.A., Kanon, Clannad. YES I'M A KYOANITARD -proud of it-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Website:&lt;/span&gt; Eh. It varies. DeviantArt, Crunchyroll, Pupe.jp, Illustrious Forums, Animeblend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Play an instrument?:&lt;/span&gt; Was a flutist in Chinese Orchestra until this year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:&lt;/span&gt; No I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have a job?:&lt;/span&gt; No, I want to work in a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have a cell phone?:&lt;/span&gt; Do I? -checks- Oh yeah it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Like to play sports?:&lt;/span&gt; No way in hell and over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/span&gt; His name is Jinshunyuzhechuhe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have a crush on someone?:&lt;/span&gt; -shrugs- S'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exercise daily?:&lt;/span&gt; I walk. A lot. And my fingers exercise a lot. Like so. -wiggles fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Like school?:&lt;/span&gt; Would you like a school whose staff are hypocrites and students don't acknowledge your presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CAN YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?:&lt;/span&gt; Haven't tried before. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?: Uh yes? Why not O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speak any other languages?:&lt;/span&gt; Chinese, Veronglish. Know some Japanese but too weak to speak it and I don't want Japanese pros like Exzy to kill me anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go a day without food?:&lt;/span&gt; NO. NOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. -devastation at mere thought of it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember your dreams:&lt;/span&gt; Mostly yes but details may be unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Won something in the lottery?:&lt;/span&gt; Cannot buy lottery lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lied to get out of trouble?:&lt;/span&gt; -shifts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a computer crash?:&lt;/span&gt; -glares at uguu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten lost in your city?:&lt;/span&gt; -sheepish look and scratches head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been to any other countries?:&lt;/span&gt; Thailand, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?:&lt;/span&gt; I did when I was little I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sneaked into the opposite sex's bathroom?:&lt;/span&gt; During camp we chased all the guys out and used their bathroom to bathe. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:&lt;/span&gt; Not that blur :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broken a bone?:&lt;/span&gt; Uh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brushed your teeth: &lt;/span&gt;Morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cried:&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday or something. I cry when I'm stressed, frustrated or angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Went to the bathroom: &lt;/span&gt;Couple of hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saw a movie in a theatre:&lt;/span&gt; Wah. A few months ago at least, CJ7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read a book: &lt;/span&gt;A few hours ago, Roald Dahl's Collected Short Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a snow day:&lt;/span&gt; ): No snow in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a party:&lt;/span&gt; Yihui's birthday last year bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Went to a doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Sometime in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Called someone: &lt;/span&gt;Way too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fruit/vegetables: &lt;/span&gt;Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black/white: &lt;/span&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lights on/lights off: &lt;/span&gt;On. Too dark makes my imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TV/movie: &lt;/span&gt;Uhhn. TV I guess, comfort of my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Body spray/lotion:&lt;/span&gt; Neither?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Headache/stomach ache:&lt;/span&gt; Stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summer/winter:&lt;/span&gt; Duh, winter. Summer's so warm and makes my hair all frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rock/rap: &lt;/span&gt;Soft-ish rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ocean/swimming pool:&lt;/span&gt; Ocean. Has animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink/purple:&lt;/span&gt; PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cat/dog: &lt;/span&gt;Both have their attractive traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Winter break/spring break:&lt;/span&gt; Winter cos it's longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spring/autumn:&lt;/span&gt; Autumn is more romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clouds/clear sky:&lt;/span&gt; Cloudy is less warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moon/mars:&lt;/span&gt; Moon has prettier legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;War/Peace:&lt;/span&gt; ...no prizes for guessing my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am:&lt;/span&gt; A weirdo/semi-otaku/fangirl/nerd/bitch who hates expectations and fakery, enjoys things which are beautiful and "...who cares about you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Want:&lt;/span&gt; To be able to stop worrying over O levels, money and school. To get lolita, tablet and watch HYD Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Need:&lt;/span&gt; To stop procastinating and work harder for O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt; Cool, pretty boys, tsunderes, silent moes, subculture fashion and plushies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hate:&lt;/span&gt; Feeling like an abandoned puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feel:&lt;/span&gt; Drained and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss:&lt;/span&gt; ...Nothing that should have mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Would rather:&lt;/span&gt; Break a friendship than have to go out of my way, principles and character to please a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will always:&lt;/span&gt; Love sitting in a quiet library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?: Desktop, widescreen monitor.&lt;br /&gt;What grade/level of studies are you in?: Beyond your level of comprehension :D -smug-&lt;br /&gt;Who else should take this quiz?: People who are procastinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3205208478608206444?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3205208478608206444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3205208478608206444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3205208478608206444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3205208478608206444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8411919919612915304</id><published>2008-09-11T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:00:11.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wantswantwants.</title><content type='html'>LOL, THERE'S ACTUALLY A &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db2-487ca04473296a3ab0e32c1374685dee.jhtml"&gt;SHEEP HAT&lt;/a&gt;. SOMEONE BUY FOR ME &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PLOX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after some encouragement from the daikazoku I'm beginning to think about buying &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db2-0828131122e6b1ee02005fe9477d32d1.jhtml"&gt;this dress&lt;/a&gt; under the cover of prom. Any comments, my dear (little) readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe &lt;a href="http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db2-d1dea4fe814df1e6aecd2a874b989989.jhtml"&gt;this bag&lt;/a&gt;. So cute *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8411919919612915304?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8411919919612915304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8411919919612915304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8411919919612915304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8411919919612915304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/wantswantwants.html' title='Wantswantwants.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9139705668126002671</id><published>2008-09-10T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:26:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants moneh. D:</title><content type='html'>I just spotted some seriously drool-worthy lolita dresses in sgcafe just now and I'm emoing right now. The dresses are seriously chio and just my type, not too sweet but not punk either, very elegant and the material looks pretty damn good too. Plus the top looks EGA-ish so it wouldn't really even be a wear-once-throw-away kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Wish I had many many money and didn't have to worry about taxing on my parents. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Kaasan showed me this video just now, so cute (the video not Kaasan =_=). especially at around 1.02 when the pikachu/pichu (sorry I suck at pokemon. I watched it when I was in lower primary) spinned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8G8lt73GkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8G8lt73GkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;Btw, is it really very weird to see people turn up in prom with loli-ish dresses? Why is it that girls have to wear really expensive dresses that make them look 20 years older and like clones of each other? I feel like being some rebel and turn up in EGL/EGA/GLP/cosplay. Maybe I'll really make my teru teru bozu costume and go to prom in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I probably won't go. It's not like I actually have any happy memories to keep with my schoolmates anyway, people don't even give a damn about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9139705668126002671?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9139705668126002671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9139705668126002671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9139705668126002671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9139705668126002671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/wants-moneh-d.html' title='wants moneh. D:'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7270891733681705096</id><published>2008-09-10T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:51:44.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love you, you know."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/L00NjHpx_9/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/L00NjHpx_9/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ZdGqc/video/Tf8Yn8QT/otsuka_ai_daisuki_dayo_subtitled_music_video/"&gt;Otsuka Ai - Daisuki Dayo (Subtitled) - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the song that I forgot for such a long time on Ratias jiejie's blog just now. Ai Otsuka's Daisuki Dayo, the first MV that ever made such an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Cass said about romance fanfictions just now made me feel kind of sad. It's true, isn't it? Watching or reading things on the same genre of Daisuki Dayo that makes you feel all fuzzy and lovey-dovey inside, but when the video ends, when you come to the last page and return to reality, it's all painful and harsh and confusing. I don't know how to react to people's emotions, whether is it their criticisms of me or the compliments. I'm tired of trying to second-guess whether people really mean it, or whether it's all just a pretty lie in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of studying also. It feels like regardless of whether I put in the work or not I'll just fail badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll change my skin now. Don't ask me why I'm doing it when I have a Maths paper tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7270891733681705096?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7270891733681705096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7270891733681705096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7270891733681705096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7270891733681705096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-you-know.html' title='&quot;I love you, you know.&quot;'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1007743380994012829</id><published>2008-09-07T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:33:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>时光机</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my old posts just now looking for some stuff to post on pupe.jp, when I suddenly realised how much happier I used to sound. Reading those posts, it's almost like I'm reading somebody else's blog, except that those are memories I recognise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened along the way? I kind of want to ask. How did I become such a.. snarky, bitchy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom even blog about the funny MSN jokes I get from the mass conversations anymore. Somehow subconsciously, it's as though when I'm not talking to anyone, my smiles switch off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of being judged and accused again by the same people, I use back the methods they use on me in defence against them. It's ironic, and I hate myself for behaving like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could turn back time, to the months where all we did was soak up the fun, without judging each other's personality, without all the stress that reality causes us now, without the barrier of all the broken pieces of friendship forcefully stuck back together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that my nostalgia is most probably not mutual. Oh well. Moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1007743380994012829?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1007743380994012829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1007743380994012829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1007743380994012829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1007743380994012829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='时光机'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-545692232148454</id><published>2008-09-06T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:03:37.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe..</title><content type='html'>...they should rename "Gossip Girls" into "Gossip Guys". Because if the assholes I've acquainted with are any proof, some guys seem to be a lot more gossipy than girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-545692232148454?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/545692232148454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=545692232148454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/545692232148454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/545692232148454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9221765760342440443</id><published>2008-09-06T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:24:59.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock &amp; Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;How ballsy it was to just assume you could know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above excerpt came from the book I've just finished, Sarah Dessen's Lock &amp; Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly doubt any of my friends remember, but Sarah Dessen's books are also some that I've liked recommending to people when they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her books remind me of vintage items - simple with minimal details, as though rather boring and insubstantial, but actually contains a barrel of emotions and stories that people have left in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, Lock &amp; Key, would probably be another one of her books that I will rank as a top favourite. Like several of her other books, it touches on an issue people often either evade or dramatise - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. Sarah Dessen as usual took a more simplistic approach to the story of the protagonist, Ruby. Throughout the story, Ruby plays the narrator, weaving in snippets of her feelings and memories of her battered childhood with her wreck of a mother, being forced to grow up beyond her age so that she could be the strength when her mother was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sounds familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the story, Sarah Dessen's brilliant words allow us to struggle with Ruby as she tries to cope with a completely new surrounding after her mother took off and abandoned Ruby, where then she is brought to be reunited with her sister who left their family many years ago. Ruby's sister Cora has became a woman with a very accomplished life after leaving her mother and her sister - she has a well-respected job, a loving husband and a luxurious home to live in. For a person with Ruby's background, who has been living in a farmhouse, alone, with barely any running water and having to cope with paying bills on top of school, living with her sister should be like a dream come true. Yet for Ruby, who has long since been well-accustomed to having to fend for herself and not trust anyone else, this was more like a shock and nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus explaining her attempt to run away the first night she comes to stay at her sister's home. Her attempt fails, whether fortunate or not, as she gets caught in the act by her brother-in-law, but a friendly neighbor helps Ruby cover up what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, as more of Ruby's story unfold and more secrets are brought to light, as Ruby begans to open up and accept the help of others, we see hints that someone else's life was slowly falling to pieces, and this time, it's Ruby's turn to save someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of keys are frequently used throughout the story, and it kind of made me think. Before the above quote, the person who was saying it was also saying that a key could be read in many different ways, and indeed so. A key, for one, can be read simply as a link to home, and safety. Or it could be also representing opportunities - like how the key is sort of like for Ruby. Maybe sometimes it may not always fit the lock, but find and someday there will surely be a lock that you can open. And even when one door closes, there will always be another that will open for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete - like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding a right key.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Alright. I'll end this here. I probably also should change the skin soon, so if I manage to finish my English and Lit revision later, I'll do it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9221765760342440443?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9221765760342440443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9221765760342440443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9221765760342440443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9221765760342440443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/lock-key.html' title='Lock &amp; Key'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9087240099913748205</id><published>2008-09-04T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:53:56.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drama Fan's First Love : Hana Yori Dango</title><content type='html'>Today marks the release of the finale of many drama fan's first love: Hana Yori Dango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of us fans have been waiting for this movie for over a year, since the day we watched Tsukasa propose to Tsukushi in front of the entire student body :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I feel kind of sad knowing that my favourite drama will end after this movie - sometimes you kind of wish you can see your favourite cast going on and on forever, but then that would probably be quite draggy. I'll certainly miss Rui's beautiful, gentle smile *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hana Yori Dango Final - I'll be waiting to catch it after my prelims, so I'll write a proper review then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone knows where I can buy the first part of Hana Yori Dango 2? I've been looking for it but have only managed to locate the second part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9087240099913748205?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9087240099913748205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9087240099913748205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9087240099913748205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9087240099913748205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-fans-first-love-hana-yori-dango.html' title='A Drama Fan&apos;s First Love : Hana Yori Dango'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8499145541557306528</id><published>2008-09-02T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:49:52.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little peek.</title><content type='html'>:X &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shun bian&lt;/span&gt; took a picture of my messy study room when I was snapping photos for my pupe.jp account just now.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are interested, &lt;a href=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/rom2.jpg&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/room1.jpg&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;. The colours are a little edited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poupee Doll in my profile&lt;/span&gt; as well, chio right? Today's like the best outfit I bought ;D Those who want to join do me a favor and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;let me email you the invite though&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be contributing to my let-wonpie-get-chioer fund. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wonpie the Doll, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stolen quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Japan/Taiwan/Part of Europe/Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping, design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Money is able to lift your moods through retail theraphy, but money can't buy some happiness that material goods can never give, such as the satisfaction of producing a piece of art you like, or being with the people you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A companion who'll be with me through thick and thin and can get along with me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Things you can't live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Books, computer/internet, conditioner, hairbrush/comb, food, music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My dream.. my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. If you win $1 million dollars, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Something to do with graphics, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which do you think you'll end up in? Hell or Heaven?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the Devil Wears ... Hello Kitty. &lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/skins/hg_ketui.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being loved by people I love, being appreciated for what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People who preach but don't practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. If you have a super power, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mind-manipulation. Yeah, I'm a control freak but that's so freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Who do you think are the most important people in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My mum&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/skins/pp_01-1.gif&gt;, and people who pulled me through my darkest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have a boyfriend, would you die for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would he die for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. Who's the last person who hugged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. What is the one thing you want to do badly right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Run away to somewhere where I don't have to worry about school, relationships of any kind or the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Who are you close to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's this girl, her name is Veronica Tan Chop Chop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Once bitten, twice shy. I'm the kind of girl that guys don't even want to talk to, why should I risk the humilation of being rejected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. If you could do one thing all over again, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No point in crying over spilled milk. Mistakes that have been done are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zombies. Wtfwtfwtf &lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/skins/Noes_by_pro_amateur.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being forgotten by everyone I care about, crying out to people who can't hear.&lt;br /&gt;- Not being able to pursue my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things that you like the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cute things! Like Akanishi Jin, stuffed plushies and really adorable clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- Indulging in my hobby, like eating, shopping, reading or designing.&lt;br /&gt;- Not having to worry about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 important things in the current room you're in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Computer.&lt;br /&gt;- Usachan~&lt;br /&gt;- Digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 random facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm injury-prone.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm crazy about cute, young guys with shaggy, slightly messy hair wearing suits. Especially those cool, quiet ones with a sudden disarming smile that makes my heart fly in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;- I love tsunderes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- See snow and the aurora.&lt;br /&gt;- Get a chance to cosplay at least once.&lt;br /&gt;- Find out what is that mysterious thing called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not sleeping for two days straight.&lt;br /&gt;- Walk really fast.&lt;br /&gt;- Memorise songs with a few listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Resist flaming airheads, hypocrites and preachers.&lt;br /&gt;- Talk.&lt;br /&gt;- Go through a day without hitting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 things you are attracted to in the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes that can make you blush and melt.&lt;br /&gt;- A good blend of humor and seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;- Talent, the passion to pursue their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I always say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yo/Yosh.&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody/damn.&lt;br /&gt;- Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the end, some nice sentence you found lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"重要的是如何生存，不是如何死去。"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8499145541557306528?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8499145541557306528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8499145541557306528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8499145541557306528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8499145541557306528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-peek.html' title='A little peek.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/skins/th_hg_ketui.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8431444880318730250</id><published>2008-08-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:17:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchanging Things 変わらないもの</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XZnogEj81a/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XZnogEj81a/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/boiar/music/wpSbVojp/oku_hanako_kawaranai_mono_live_version/"&gt;Kawaranai Mono -Live version- - Oku Hanako&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joked around on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;I made you angry for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to see your different sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your large eyes, your trembling voice,&lt;br /&gt;Even now they are close by my heart.&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd of strangers, I ran after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for the things that never change.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget how you were on that day.&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I have transcend time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings upon which the street lights shine,&lt;br /&gt;I could never manage to let you have them.&lt;br /&gt;The nights brought us further away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lie you told through your opaque heart,&lt;br /&gt;Even now it continues to resonate within me.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain of our future, you and I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for the things that never change.&lt;br /&gt;The unfamiliar place we found on that day,&lt;br /&gt;If the two of us can go there together again,&lt;br /&gt;I will be reborn as many times as it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I embrace the things that have no shape,&lt;br /&gt;I fail to hear the breaking sound.&lt;br /&gt;On the same path that we walked together,&lt;br /&gt;Even now the light continues to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for the things that never change.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget how you were on that day.&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I have transcend time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8431444880318730250?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8431444880318730250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8431444880318730250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8431444880318730250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8431444880318730250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/unchanging-things.html' title='Unchanging Things 変わらないもの'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7653159640927272032</id><published>2008-08-29T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:37:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Realised Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realise that I love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art. Cool, quiet guys with a disarmingly cute smile in suits. Plushies. You who probably have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realise that my last EX :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realise that I say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make people stare then run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realise that I have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little friends who'll be willing to hug me when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realise that I have lost :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, a blissful childhood, people that I never knew I care so much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realise that I hate :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, art theft, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realise that marriage is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that's not gonna happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realise that the best :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realise that I will always be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running after things that have flew too far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realise that love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is very difficult for the girl named Veronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . I've come to realise that the last time I cried was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Shizuru's love blossom before Makoto's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realise that when I wake up in the morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my head has been bashed against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realise that before I went to sleep at night :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually too tired to think, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realise that right now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this quiz and &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;missing something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; when I should be revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . I've come to realise that babies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be cute, but they don't get on too well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . I've come to realise that I get on myspace :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand and two hundred years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realise that today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is another day I've spent not talking to you, another day closer to the day I die T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realise that tonight :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is making me fuzzy and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realise that tomorrow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is -ohgod- another day closer to the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've realise that I really want :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in Visual Communications at TP next year. To be talking to you again.&lt;br /&gt;That wishes come true when you keep talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping just now and now I feel very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the other girls of my age I feel like I'm so young.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that even though I have a mind of a 70-year-old (mostly) but I look so childish? I don't just mean the face (my face's not that baby-looking) but more like, the body. As if it's not bad enough having the height equivalent to a Secondary 1 (Sec 1s NOW are actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TALLER&lt;/span&gt; than me), I'm so... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flat&lt;/span&gt;. (lol I actually admitted that)&lt;br /&gt;Some of the blogs I visited are girls who are of the same age as me or one or two years younger - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but they look like they are 17 or 18&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The height, the figure, the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I pride myself on my very weird outfits, I can't help but wish sometimes that I can actually look like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, they look *hot* while I just look... weird. Not even cute. And like I read somewhere, guys nowadays like chio. Hot. Not.. *coughmustbepolitecough* "Oh yes you're kind of cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron don't want to be a loli. No one likes a tsuntsun loli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7653159640927272032?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7653159640927272032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7653159640927272032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7653159640927272032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7653159640927272032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/realise.html' title='Realise.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5589387523999888997</id><published>2008-08-28T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:22:39.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome sauce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhsYMk8mqk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhsYMk8mqk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to tell me where I can get that song, or at least, what the song name says?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5589387523999888997?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5589387523999888997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5589387523999888997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5589387523999888997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5589387523999888997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/awesome-sauce.html' title='Awesome sauce.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3233554685996750715</id><published>2008-08-27T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:40:25.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs33/f/2008/239/0/9/a_little_piece_of_heaven_by_x_veron.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woot, Veron finally appeals to her inner narcissm and show a teensy pinch of her 'real' self. Now all you raging fans stare at this picture for 5 minutes until your eyes bleed and explode from the sheer horror at the evil aura she's giving off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, now that we've gotten over how utterly adorable (i.e. NOT) I am, nevermind that you can't even see my face anyway, let's get back to what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...but the mood is kind of off now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are strange creatures. We're forever looking for that perfect place from the legends, myths and fairytales, that unknown location with many names - most commonly known to be "Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we seldom realise, that if we just stopped for a moment to enjoy the little simple things in life that bring us joy and peace, we may have found a little piece of our heaven that no one else can build, nor destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I've always found a sanctuary among a place that may bring horror to others - between bookshelves. Even though libraries nowadays are well-equipped with comfortable sofas and padded benches, I still like to curl up in between the tall tall walls of wood filled with books whenever I can (which is rare nowadays, since you get chased away by the librarians when they find you D&lt;). Being there, disappearing among those hidden worlds of written adventures and love and everything I can't attain in my own life, it gives me a strong sense of comfort and safety that sometimes even my own home can't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I'll dearly love to be trapped in a library. With the lights turned on and the air-conditioner going, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little younger I often entertained fantasies of having my own huge mansion and I'll fill one gigantic room with all the books I love and the books I've never read before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older I know it's probably impossible though. Just one simple book can cost about $20, and we're not even talking about Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence my frequent visits to the library nearby. For that two to three hours, I can be in a paradise of my own that isn't built upon the words of somebody I care about but shouldn't for so many reasons that that person probably doesn't give a damn about, or dreams that can be shattered with merely numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3233554685996750715?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3233554685996750715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3233554685996750715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3233554685996750715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3233554685996750715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-piece-of-heaven.html' title='a little piece of heaven'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2930259184061877578</id><published>2008-08-25T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:32:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden revelation.</title><content type='html'>While reading manga just now and waiting for my internet to get a grip, I was sorting my worksheets and trying to do filing when I had a .. *dramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SUDDEN REVELATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED TO STUDY CHINESE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED TO SEE DOUBLEYOUDOUBLEYOUEHHSI'S BITCHY FACE OR HEAR HER SNIDE REMARKS ANYMORE (not that I have)!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T NEED TO STARE AT THE PILES OF CHINESE WORKSHEETS AND THINK "Damn, why do I have to do filing for that? I don't even look at them" ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jumps around in a happy dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a temptation to burn the worksheets, but I guess I won't do that yet. Maybe I'll send them to some recycling bin or something, fufufu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2930259184061877578?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2930259184061877578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2930259184061877578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2930259184061877578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2930259184061877578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/sudden-revelation.html' title='Sudden revelation.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-487034121760270566</id><published>2008-08-24T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:03:02.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really feel like grabbing you then going "BAKA!BAKA!BAKA!BAKA!BAKA!", smacking your head with each word like those girls do. It's so apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know your power to enslave people with a single word - or to send them to the depths of hell by not saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the one that said a sentence like that...? Oh, Shizuru. "You're a devil, Makoto, you make people so happy then you send them straight to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's what you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to hate you, that's what my mind says... but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-resumes reading shoujo mangas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-487034121760270566?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/487034121760270566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=487034121760270566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/487034121760270566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/487034121760270566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/power.html' title='Power.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-83721354221928949</id><published>2008-08-23T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:24:29.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just, Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It was the only kiss in my lifetime, the one and only love I've ever known."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru is really a movie that everyone should catch at least once in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, it is the slow, quiet movies that really wield the ability to make the people watching it cry for them, and always leave you with a strange, fuzzy warm feeling. Maybe that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Segawa Makoto is a guy that has an inferiority complex due to a barely visible physical condition he has, that causes him to frequently shy away from socialising and making friends. However, he meets a strange girl named Satonaka Shizuru, who manages to make Makoto open up to her. Their friendship blossoms in the midst of a special forest, mostly hidden from the public, that becomes a place for the two to take photographs and relax in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, Makoto befriends and falls in love with a beautiful girl, Toyama Miyuki. Initially, Shizuru is jealous of Miyuki, but eventually she gets over her jealousy and decides to help Makoto pursue Miyuki, saying that she wants "the person she loves to fall in love with the person he loves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after a successful date with Miyuki, Makoto asks Shizuru what she'd like for her birthday present. Shizuru says that she wants a kiss from Makoto, using an excuse of making them models for her entry for a photography contest. After some reluctance, Makoto agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that kiss, both of them feels like there may be something a little like love, but suddenly that day, after their kiss, Shizuru disappears forever from Makoto's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about Shizuru that reminded me a lot of Tsukimiya Ayu from Kanon. Like Ayu, Shizuru was a girl who supposedly couldn't grow up. They both had bodies that hadn't quite matured and their mannerisms, too, were frequently awkward and strange. And like Ayu, after a possibility of development in the relationship with the guy they love, both of them disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizuru's selfless love is something that really touched my heart. Even as I'm writing this blog post now I can feel tears welling up in my eyes again. Her love is so honest and so direct - she never hid the fact that she loves Makoto, but neither did she ever pressure him for something more. When Makoto was going on a date with Miyuki, she showed her jealousy but then she threw it away so quickly, and helped him plan for his date, even suggesting to him what to wear and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point when I really cried was when I saw that entire room in her photo exhibition with its walls covered with pictures of Makoto. I can't really explain why, but that scene just shook me in a very strange way. He probably never realised just how much did Shizuru love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the entire movie I suddenly feel like taking up photography. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, though, did anyone watching realise that the actor playing as Makoto looks kind of like Ikuta Toma? 怪不得有人会说人有相似。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please listen to the following song by Ai Otsuka, Renai Shashin (恋爱写真). It's the ED for this very beautiful movie, and fitting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jHKADH-RVH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jHKADH-RVH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/IPch_aU/music/oA5tikn_//"&gt;戀愛寫真 大塚愛 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Under the green night sky&lt;br /&gt;You saw the back of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you show your innocent sleeping face&lt;br /&gt;And I saw your dear appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget everything&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, the shutter of my heart turns off&lt;br /&gt;In painful bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However I’m glad even if that’s all it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss we exchanged when it was raining&lt;br /&gt;Ties the both of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling will not last my entire life&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain it well, but&lt;br /&gt;After meeting with you, every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Has shone brightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You gave me happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However, I still love you&lt;br /&gt;However I’m glad even if that’s all it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating this tiny room&lt;br /&gt;Are 2 smiling faces—a photo of love &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-83721354221928949?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/83721354221928949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=83721354221928949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/83721354221928949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/83721354221928949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-loving-you.html' title='Just, Loving You'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6349504094712321583</id><published>2008-08-19T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:11:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it had to be you</title><content type='html'>Remember me saying that I'm following Fated to Love You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the second last episode of the series, but as Taiwanese dramas go, finales aren't usually the most exciting thing so I'll wrap up here first before the last episode ruins my impression of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, Fated To Love You a.k.a 命中注定我爱你 is a Taiwanese idol drama starring Ethan Ruan Jing Tian and Chen Qiao En. It's said to have been the top rated Taiwan series this season, and for the timebeing, I think it lives up to its hype (unlike a certain book we know, eh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins from the life of a girl named Chen Xin Yi (Qiao En) who's not unlike a sticky-note. I'm sure everyone knows someone like that somewhere in your life - and you've definitely used her too. Such a person is usually the kind who gets ordered to run random errands not within their field of duty - and they'll never complain. They're the people you'll remember when you need someone to lend you homework to copy or you feel like drinking a cup of coffee, but they're the ones you forget when you're throwing a party and looking at the guestlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go off track, this pathetic girl gets a huge change in her life one day when she boards a cruise with her then-boyfriend, a cad who uses her like everyone else does. She was planning to lose her virginity to this guy, but in a turn of events, she ends up mistakenly sleeping with Ji Cun Xi (Ethan Ruan), a guy who's the sole 9th heir to some huge company (in other words, he's rich). Cun Xi was planning to propose for the number god-knows-what time to his long-time girlfriend Anna (Bianca Bai Xin Hui) but she failed to turn up again, thus causing Cun Xi to be drugged by some island dudes and then, having a one-night stand with Xin Yi. Later Xin Yi realises that she is pregnant and Cun Xi's grandmother forces them to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other Taiwanese idol drama, this is yet another one that revolves around the romance of the main couple, but what I like about this drama is first, as I've mentioned, the humor, and second, the romance wasn't as unbearably cheesy as most of the dramas (...or books..) are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, a character I want to highlight in particular is the supporting male lead Dylan (Baron Chen Chu He). I've never noticed him in any of the other dramas I watched, but after watching Fated to Love You I'm definitely ranking him as my second favourite drama male &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expression in the wedding scene of the second last episode really brought tears to my eyes. D: His eyes, on the other hand, really look like tears were about to fall from it. Makes me wanna hug him. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6349504094712321583?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6349504094712321583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6349504094712321583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6349504094712321583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6349504094712321583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-had-to-be-you.html' title='it had to be you'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6555389502759490761</id><published>2008-08-19T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:25:35.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifu's blog again.</title><content type='html'>1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicise those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Change the colour of the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own blog so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron's legend:&lt;br /&gt;* means I can't find the book even though I really want to read.&lt;br /&gt;# means read a bit but didn't like so dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;14. Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt; (have no impression of this though, I read it when I was really little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52. Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I didn't read a lot. -shameful-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6555389502759490761?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6555389502759490761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6555389502759490761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6555389502759490761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6555389502759490761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/shifus-blog-again.html' title='Shifu&apos;s blog again.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4129414005131266911</id><published>2008-08-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:05:03.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson #1:&lt;/span&gt; Dudes and dude-dettes, if you ever get yourself into a predicament where you chomped on a particularly spicy bit of chilli padi, here's what you can do: start sucking on ice cubes and stuffing white rice(bread will also do) with no sauce on it into your mouth until the heat retreats. I learnt this the hard way D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Almost my first experience of crying in public. I now respect the people who can actually eat chilli like it's some delicious snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2:&lt;/span&gt; Shopping for shoes is like finding a boyfriend (or girlfriend).&lt;br /&gt;You may have to look for a long time, but the moment you come into contact with the right one, you know that this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After hunting for almost a year, I finally got my ballet flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4129414005131266911?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4129414005131266911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4129414005131266911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4129414005131266911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4129414005131266911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/lessons-of-day.html' title='Lessons of the day.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-561918522689609341</id><published>2008-08-18T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:48:32.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, changed my blogskin at last, so if there's still no one tagging then I suppose it means no one visits :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Fated to Love You and I feel like slapping Anna, damn, just give up. Cun Xi and Xin Yi, get together already pleaseeee. (V_V) Okay, back to the show. Oh and I like Dylan. He's so cute plus he's artistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-561918522689609341?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/561918522689609341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=561918522689609341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/561918522689609341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/561918522689609341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/changed.html' title='Changed.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5754187700794993828</id><published>2008-08-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:35:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz, because my life is too boring for me to make updates.</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;Go to Google and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica needs to give Logan a break and stop accusing him ...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O: I wonder who's that poor dude Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Betty and Veronica look exactly like one ...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;o_O Since when did Betty and Veronica look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica Says Ah!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica wants to die&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well I do, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Sexy Veronica does an awesome one arm row!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I purposely included that adjective. Hey, this may be the only chance in my entire life where I can see "sexy" and my name on the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt; Veronica Hates Me&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, she loves me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica asks herself: how mad will Ryan be if I bring home a puppy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever Ryan is, I don't give a damn if you get mad if I bring home a puppy :D Cos I'm sure the puppy is much cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;VERONICA GOES TOPLESS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wtf? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica Likes Classical&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's nice sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica eats a cupcake in celebration of her third birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica wears the same items of clothing several times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm poor. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;i&gt;Veronica was arrested for hitting a young man.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xD Now that sounds like something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I need to change my blogskin, since no one realises &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the tagboard is at the Links drop-down menu&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm lazy, and no one bothers to check anyway, so duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5754187700794993828?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5754187700794993828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5754187700794993828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5754187700794993828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5754187700794993828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiz-because-my-life-is-too-boring-for.html' title='Quiz, because my life is too boring for me to make updates.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5386427678387049522</id><published>2008-08-17T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:07:48.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you bear to eat this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://sos-dan.com/img/src/1199075924651.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5386427678387049522?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5386427678387049522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5386427678387049522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5386427678387049522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5386427678387049522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-bear-to-eat-this.html' title='Can you bear to eat this?'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8763838747452966180</id><published>2008-08-15T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:15:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've finished the book. Was supposed to be sleeping just now but my mind wouldn't stay still so I took the opportunity to read the book I borrowed from Yihui which many people have been pestering me to try, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's my verdict - it's going to be a pretty critical one so I suggest thin-skinned, hardcore Twilight fans stop reading. I'm not interested in taking any piss from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be calling myself a 'Twilighter' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(somehow I can't resist a little bit of sarcasm here)&lt;/span&gt; any time soon, nor do I feel like plastering "EDWARD CULLEN IS SO HOT" over my MSN personal message or my blog. And NO, I certainly refuse to join the hordes of fangirls who carry their books around like it's the new sacred bible and squeal every time they meet the other fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fan-hate aside, I think my predictions before reading the book was quite accurate with a few exceptions. The book is good, no.. more accurately, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;. Makes me want to eat it. The romance between Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan is also a lovely one, but not devastating. Perhaps that might come in the later books if the fangirls' reports are any indication, so I'll reserve my comments in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I found that Stephanie Meyer's style of writing felt rather similar to a well-written fanfiction in the beginning chapters - rather overload of boring details and too wordy, plus a handful of her dialogues make me cringe in the over-dramatism, the plot is quite well written plus there's a lot of pretty vocabulary scattered in there. Good for improving your English, certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the middle toward the end however, the pace picked up nicely and there was enough action to keep me flipping the pages craving more. This quite makes up for the emptiness in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborating on the characters.. I'll start with the popular Edward first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say Edward Cullen certainly wasn't the guy I imagined him to be. I was thinking that he'll be some typical cold and proud guy with a huge ego - kinda the usual stereotype in most chick novels that the heroine falls for, complete with a elite clique to boot. Well, he certainly had the cold and proud image in the beginning of the book, but that was quickly shed off for a more appealing charming-humorous-handsome-guy-with-a-bit-of-danger image. I can see the attraction in him: presumably perfect face with ever-changing eyes (lol), humorous and a tad flirtatious, but so in love with you he'll suppress his instincts and also die for you. It's so damn unrealistic, but which girl wouldn't want some guy like that? I would too. Plus he's a vampire, which is pretty much the must-have trait for all 21st century perfect boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that Stephanie Meyer did away with the boring high school elite clique for most high school novels and instead made the Cullen family a group that is shunned and feared by the rest. This is certainly a fresher idea and made her story a little more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the characters, Isabella Swan is a heroine that I still can't decide whether I like or not. Initially she felt like some lame whiny girl with low self-esteem forced to live in a new environment and I didn't like how she seemed to be portrayed as a rather delicate, clumsy damsel in distress. Yet I liked that she still had a bit of spunkiness, like being able to quarrel with and get mad at Edward instead of melting into a submissive puddle in face of his godliness. Her sarcasm is also quite entertaining and I don't doubt that her accidents are quite amusing also. But some parts of her still feel inconsistent - like what's with getting kissed then fainting? Does that seriously happen? Plus, as I've said before, the dialogues that make me cringe are mostly the ones from Bella. I think I'll let myself read more of the Twilight series before I decide whether I like this girl or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that there was too little about the rest of the characters in the book though. While I suppose it's nice to feed the fans with overdosage of the Bella/Edward romance, it kinds of make the story feel flimsy. For example, look at Bella's friends - Mike Newton, Eric, Angela, Jessica, Lauren. It feels like there isn't even a necessity for them to exist in the story, because there isn't even much contribution for them in the plot. Mike perhaps played a part in making Edward jealous, but even that feels feeble since Bella never ever showed an ounce of interest in him. Same with Bella's girlfriends, it feels like she's using them more as people to put around than really somebody whose company she enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cullen family too, had too little details. Why is Rosalie always so mad at Bella? That needs some explanation. Their individual characteristics also don't get much attention; Carlisle(sp?) seems like a softie, Alice seems kinda ditzy (not that I don't like her, she's cute), Rosalie seems like a bitch. The rest of the characters I don't even get much of an impression of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think Twilight has enough power to engage me like Harry Potter did, though Harry Potter had more substance. However, in my own opinion it still doesn't live up to all the hype that people have been giving this book. It's certainly very enjoyable; tasty, like I've said, but there are many other brilliant books out there which can match up to Twilight. I certainly don't see the reason for this cult-like fanatism, except maybe that people nowadays don't read a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I wouldn't mind buying this book if I have the money though. Like Harry Potter, it's something nice to re-read again since I can't find the rest of my favourite books purchasable in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8763838747452966180?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8763838747452966180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8763838747452966180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8763838747452966180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8763838747452966180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='Twilight.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4542670566811965622</id><published>2008-08-14T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:45:42.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's expected but..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got rejected by DPA. I still feel a pinch even though the moment I left the interview room I knew I wouldn't make it but.. ): Kinda like how I felt when I got ranked low novice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, guess my graphics skills still suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4542670566811965622?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4542670566811965622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4542670566811965622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4542670566811965622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4542670566811965622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-its-expected-but.html' title='I know it&apos;s expected but..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8968302685126154744</id><published>2008-08-13T05:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:11:21.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>Ripped from kikikaching.bs.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] skipped class? &lt;i&gt;Well, remedials.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] liked a Boy/Girl? &lt;i&gt;I do still retain some of my human feelings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] hugged someone at school? &lt;i&gt;Should be more like I got glomped.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] started a rumor? &lt;i&gt;Not my style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten a detention? &lt;i&gt;Was late once for Wednesday, spent detention eating ice-cream. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] made new friends? &lt;i&gt;Duh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] been to a pep rally &lt;i&gt;What's that? O:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a football game&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a soccer game&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a baseball/softball game &lt;br /&gt;[] watched a volleyball game&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a tennis match&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a basketball game&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a track meet&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a wrestling match&lt;br /&gt;[] watched a lacrosse game&lt;br /&gt;[] fought/argue with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[] got a 100% on a test/quiz&lt;br /&gt;[x] walked from school&lt;br /&gt;[] been driven to school&lt;br /&gt;[] got dropped off at school&lt;br /&gt;[] heard a rumor about yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed school when you weren't sick &lt;i&gt;Is insomnia a sickness?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] failed a test &lt;i&gt;Which Maths test haven't I failed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] made up some lame excuse for homework not being done&lt;br /&gt;[] the teacher believed your lame excuse&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like a teacher you have &lt;i&gt;T_T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] hated a teacher &lt;i&gt;Like hell I don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] on student council&lt;br /&gt;[] in a club&lt;br /&gt;[x] got a scholarship&lt;br /&gt;[x] got an award &lt;i&gt;SYF awards count right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] fallen asleep in school &lt;i&gt;Too self-conscious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten in trouble for falling asleep in class&lt;br /&gt;[] had your phone go off in class&lt;br /&gt;[]had your phone taken away&lt;br /&gt;[] lied to a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[] laughed so hard you cried in class&lt;br /&gt;[] eaten lunch in the toilet &lt;i&gt;Do you know how stinky and dirty our toilet is during lunch/recess?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] like your yearbook picture &lt;i&gt;I've never looked good in photos.. or in person anw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed more than a week at once of school &lt;i&gt;Hahaha. ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] enjoyed school&lt;br /&gt;[] excited for summer&lt;br /&gt;[] taking summer school&lt;br /&gt;[] have a summer job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;During this past school year have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fallen in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sent to the principals office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunhh. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Been arrested at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Started new friendships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Played truth or dare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, no. I miss truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Been to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gotten yelled at by all your teachers for talking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhh. Not all bah. Only that xxx and the xxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argued with a teacher about a grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to a new school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Highlighted/ dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I cherish my hair texture k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten grounded for failing a class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukuku? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Read at least 3 books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read 8 books a week sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gotten caught with an Ipod or MP3 player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually put myself into such situations so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chewed gum in class and got caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O Singapore don't allow you to eat gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8968302685126154744?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8968302685126154744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8968302685126154744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8968302685126154744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8968302685126154744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5667904834129745876</id><published>2008-08-12T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:13:30.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨季很美，但也很悲伤。</title><content type='html'>A rainy season is indeed beautiful, but often, such beauty is portrayed through the sadness of losing someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely heartbreaking two hours just now watching 爱的季节, a Korean movie depicting four tragic stories about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories were all linked to each other in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fireman saved a girl from a dangerous fire, there began a relationship between the fireman and the girl's sister. However, as the relationship progressed, the girlfriend's anxiety for her boyfriend's dangerous job increased, leaving her caught between wanting to break up with him because she couldn't take it anymore and waiting for him to propose to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who was saved for the fire may have kept her life, but the fire left a mark on a side on her face. She remains as a positive and bubbly girl working dressed up as a cartoon character in an amusement park, her scarred face covered. One day, she began to crush on a young budding artist but refuses to reveal her face to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere else, an unemployed young man is dumped by his girlfriend who has been waiting for him for three years to get a job. Determined to win back her affections, he picks up a job to deliver messages for people who wish to break up with their other half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy constantly gets himself into trouble in school so as to get the attention of his busy mother. Suddenly he is able to get the full attention of his mother, as she is admitted into the hospital after a seemingly innocent accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four stories, each with an ending that'll break your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video was found after a fire; in it was a man telling his beloved "I love you" using hand signals, after which an explosion occurred and he was gone from this world. A girl disguised as a doll finally reveals her partially scarred face to the boy of her dreams, yet she was later told that he'll be leaving the country to pursue his dreams. A man helping to deliver break-up messages receive a message for himself from his girlfriend; reason for breakup: found new love. A little boy stands crying in the rain as the man who delivers messages tells the boy's mother that his son doesn't want to be separated from his mother and wants her mother to stand up again. As the man leaves the room, doctors rush into the room in hope of resuscitating a dying lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A repeating theme throughout the entire movie was the meaning of love too late. &lt;br /&gt;I guess.. if you want to say or do something, it's better to do it before you lose someone forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5667904834129745876?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5667904834129745876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5667904834129745876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5667904834129745876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5667904834129745876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='雨季很美，但也很悲伤。'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-88131598986984103</id><published>2008-08-09T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:34:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/2v1nqc0.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little late, but better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;Changed the skin in honour of my favourite country, now it features photography of Singapore's breathtaking nightlife, courtesy of my genius brother. I only fiddled with colouring, everything else is the skills of he and his camera. Didn't even need to use Topaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bragging about my sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Singapore, for being a peaceful country (albeit all the petty squabbles and the complains which, MY DEAR ANTI-SGREANS, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT. STOP WHINING TO ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU HATE MR LEE KUAN YEW. I HAPPEN TO IDOLISE HIM, K, SO RESPECT ME.) and having been my home since birth. I suck at touching speeches so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-88131598986984103?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/88131598986984103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=88131598986984103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/88131598986984103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/88131598986984103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday, Singapore!'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2v1nqc0_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2820040123927138653</id><published>2008-08-09T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:16:07.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes that I had a little more money.</title><content type='html'>T_T Was looking at a tabao spree blogshop just now and I think I'm in love ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-09e74d5da15f282f715104af33fcc6f9.jhtml&gt;remember this?&lt;/a&gt; the hoodie that I wanted to buy then ended up being out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-c861d9abcf94d48bf88f8ec6ccfdb148.jhtml&gt;another one that I really loved&lt;/a&gt; but blogshops always asked for a hefty price for them, yet here, it's so much cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-122465e85fd8df115fb936425a2b6e94.jhtml&gt;the popular zinc-like bag&lt;/a&gt; but without the scary zinc price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's their jewelry that really killed me. they are all so much more beautiful than the stuff you find in Watts In, MiniBits and all those ridiculously pricey accessories shop in SG that us silly teenagers like to frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-81edb459e164ada1bb957454a4484faa.jhtml&gt;I've always loved wings&lt;/a&gt;. And this one is simple but elegant. Love the ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-595fff7adc0e2b567603d4cd1383f35c.jhtml&gt;Charm bracelets&lt;/a&gt;, every girl needs one. And I really plan to buy this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-3ef9dc9be08820714e48e04306ad34f7.jhtml&gt;Juicy Couture&lt;/a&gt;, baby! probably imitate but whatever. it looks chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-050758b87aa6c85f2973699c4ec665b6.jhtml&gt;OH HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS?!&lt;/a&gt; One of my weakness - carousels. Another weakness - vintage. Simple, beautiful and looks like it carries a story behind it. This seems like it dropped out from a tragic MV of a sad love song. Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-b7dc623c6e9b077c38df5194d4525b7d.jhtml&gt;Something you'll NEVER find in SG&lt;/a&gt;. Another brand imitation I assume, but damn, it's unique. And cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found something else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://auction1.taobao.com/auction/item_detail-db1-6e8fe4cb407bdbbb21649623b25e6ce8.jhtml&gt;Ahhh it's the Japanese bubble socks - BUT WITH POM-POMS!&lt;/a&gt; This will look great with the seifuku, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And much as I feel these items are all freaking cheap and want to buy all of them, the total price is $60+ excluding shipping..plus my birthday is still two months away.. so anyone interested in getting me an advance gift? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2820040123927138653?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2820040123927138653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2820040123927138653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2820040123927138653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2820040123927138653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/wishes-that-i-had-little-more-money.html' title='Wishes that I had a little more money.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8415379956169065908</id><published>2008-08-07T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:18:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOE Special featuring Moe Exzy the Hentai Jijimon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On a dark, gloomy evening, a &lt;s&gt;perverted otaku who indulges in eroge&lt;/s&gt; *coughs* I mean, a forlorn young lady of respectable standing  gives a dismal, heavy sigh betraying yearning for a certain individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecial1.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? We prob deeper for the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecial2.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. how unfortunate indeed. Further angst is seen D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecial3.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. the truth was soon to be unveiled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecial4.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; she sees light at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecial5.png&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD I'm sorry, I couldn't resist dramatising it. As Kaasan said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/exzyspecialend.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah Exzy&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-chan&lt;/span&gt;, hope you don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/funny%20and%20cute/2006-10-06-33949.gif&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think people may have realised that I haven't blogged for awhile, because I don't have anything I really want to write about and I've been camping at LJ-land anyway. As it is, I'll also like to say that I've managed not to turn my phone on for about 3 days :D Shall continue for a record of 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget, &lt;a href="http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=dYsttBvCAkY&amp;fmt=18"&gt;check this out&lt;/a&gt;. Super cool, god. Thank you to the aforementioned Jijimon for sending me the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8415379956169065908?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8415379956169065908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8415379956169065908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8415379956169065908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8415379956169065908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/08/moe-special-featuring-moe-exzy-hentai.html' title='MOE Special featuring Moe Exzy the Hentai Jijimon'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/miscellanous/th_exzyspecial1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3888310502935942082</id><published>2008-07-31T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:06:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled for the god knows how many times.</title><content type='html'>雨淋湿了世界&lt;br /&gt;你站在我眼前&lt;br /&gt;爱得太深太想要&lt;br /&gt;你的温度给我依靠&lt;br /&gt;却不能要&lt;br /&gt;放弃了也许才看的到&lt;br /&gt;我从不是你的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我走进后乐园中那迷失的一角&lt;br /&gt;再一步就能触碰你的心跳&lt;br /&gt;当我们以为的爱不是一种荣耀&lt;br /&gt;再深的爱也这样　失去了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你还在我身边&lt;br /&gt;但我突然发觉&lt;br /&gt;我们之间的画面&lt;br /&gt;只会变得越来越浅&lt;br /&gt;不够永远&lt;br /&gt;用生命也许才换的到&lt;br /&gt;一次机会深刻拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我走进后乐园中那迷失的一角&lt;br /&gt;再一步就能触碰到你的心跳&lt;br /&gt;我努力往前奔跑直到天涯海角&lt;br /&gt;却发现还到不了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我的后乐园中谁是我的依靠&lt;br /&gt;我相信总有一天我会找到&lt;br /&gt;用我的心去感受拥有爱的美好&lt;br /&gt;我愿意世界为你&lt;br /&gt;就这样　静止了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wanted to include the song but couldn't find it on both imeem and RBC so go look for it yourself if you want to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally felt like giving some semi-emo and semi-insightful WoT that more or less caused me to post the above song, but somehow this feels too private to talk about so meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.. I don't know, really. Whether this is the right choice. It may be one of the biggest mistake I've ever made but..I'm just confused I guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also started watching Fated to Love You recently. I'm rather surprised to find that it's actually quite interesting. Originally I didn't want to watch this drama cos Qiao En is in it and I've never been very fond of her, but the behind-the-scenes cuts on WQYL made me tempted to watch and yeah, it's not too bad. Quite funny, and the main guy Ji Cun Xi (Ethan Ruan Jing Tian) is quite er...hot in the not-my-kind-of-tea way (I still like the cool, silent types more). He's quite nice to Qiao En in the drama and he doesn't have that uber-annoying "I'm-rich-so-I-shall-act-dao" stereotype character that the other guys from other twdramas have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3888310502935942082?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3888310502935942082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3888310502935942082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3888310502935942082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3888310502935942082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled-for-god-knows-how-many-times.html' title='Untitled for the god knows how many times.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5386572287213251497</id><published>2008-07-29T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:06:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was a fool. I was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;My regrets were too late too. I know that it can't be turned back.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't see you too.&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to say then, instead I was just being rotten.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here now pleading for forgiveness with worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like that, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Think about what it took us to get here&lt;br /&gt;Think about it again, you're going to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong, I'm really sorry&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to say then, instead I was just being rotten.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here now pleading for forgiveness with worry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myeslf with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live a moment without you.&lt;br /&gt;I still cry even no matter how I drink or if I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we both are like fools.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ruin yourself anymore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;当人与人之间的关系产生了变化，观念不同、想法不同、甚至对人的态度也不同，是不是就不能维持像之前的关系了呢。&lt;br /&gt;如果两个人之间都没有什么话好说了，是不是接受，才比较好过？&lt;br /&gt;如果都已经没有什么可以挽留的，却还是拼命的想去改变，那是不是叫做勉强？&lt;br /&gt;也许真得不应该让一个人变得对自己太重要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the blogskin as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't fucking understand guys at all. You guys like to bitch about me saying that I have a lousy attitude because I flamed you for something you said, but if you never brought it up would I have a chance to flame you? And sucky attitude I may have, I'll always give some warning for you to shut the fuck up about your bloody complains about my friends or political issues, but did you guys take the fucking hint that's not even a hint but an outright "let's-drop-this-topic"? Fancy blaming me for giving MY opinions and saying that I'm self-centered when YOU never even gave me any respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5386572287213251497?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5386572287213251497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5386572287213251497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5386572287213251497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5386572287213251497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/god.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8510822595236815019</id><published>2008-07-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:32:08.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plugplugplug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://vote2.ziyu.net/html/milky86.html"&gt;VOTE FOR AKANISHI JIN!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8510822595236815019?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8510822595236815019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8510822595236815019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8510822595236815019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8510822595236815019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/plugplugplug.html' title='Plugplugplug.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-661541646161378125</id><published>2008-07-25T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:24:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I flooded DA.</title><content type='html'>Nah just an exaggeration. I probably flooded the watchers' new-deviation section though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a quick post so that &lt;a href="http://x-veron.deviantart.com/"&gt;you guys will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out my new works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wish me luck for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. DX Damn, I'm like a bride getting married now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-661541646161378125?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/661541646161378125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=661541646161378125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/661541646161378125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/661541646161378125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-flooded-da.html' title='I flooded DA.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4259970247638927799</id><published>2008-07-23T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:26:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TYPE YOUR FIRST NAME WITH YOUR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGERS: Veronica&lt;br /&gt;CHIN: vrftyyh&lt;br /&gt;ONE FINGER, EYES CLOSED: veromoca&lt;br /&gt;ELBOW: vereoniucasss&lt;br /&gt;NOSE: t5459u9rc2&lt;br /&gt;PALM: veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I swear I didn't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. List four fandoms you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I suppose this refers to what I'm a fan of?&lt;br /&gt;Akanishi Jin, Jdorama, Lolita, Graphics Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the back of a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everytime I'm going home in my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you count trimming my fringe, not for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List four people that you look up to the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;Shifu ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't really think of anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How many pets do you own as of now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaomao the hamster, Mini the budgie, and Aloy the hamster. yarly for the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which do you prefer white or black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bah. Easier to match clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Who is your most played character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatyoutalkingabout o_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Choose one or the other, not both:Being stuck on an island with a friend, or being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck on an island with a friend. Make that my mum. Guaranteed survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind manipulation. I can take over the world!!!ONE!!1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face: Mom.&lt;br /&gt;MSN: I'm talking to Shifu, Kaasan, Erica-neechan and the perverted kitty at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;SMS: Uhhh. Joyce I think.&lt;br /&gt;Phone: The person from the DPA thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reflection. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Write down the first five words that pop into your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh what headache ow AHHHHHH.  Uhm, I think 3/5 aren't words but let's ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's one thing you wish you could do better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like the way you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I guess. Mostly no, since I'm an idiotic hot-tempered bitch who can't get along with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. Choose, summer or winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter lah. Summer so hot. And winter clothes are nicer &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Rain or snow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. Rain is less deadly, but snow is more beautiful.. D&lt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Water or ice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice, won't make my skin go wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. List two odd things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;I am not comfortable with having friends.&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I'm an insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are two of your bad habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad-tempered, procastinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's 1 of your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything repetitive irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Now list 6 people who should do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifu.&lt;br /&gt;Ratias.&lt;br /&gt;Hamham.&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won't be tagging those people who didn't do the old quizzes anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE AN INTERVIEW ON FRIDAY FOR TP DESIGN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about it my heart goes all crazy and pings in all directions like a heated gas particle. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a slim chance, but I really hope I'll be able to post a post here soon that says "I GOT INTO TP DESIGN SCHOOL".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4259970247638927799?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4259970247638927799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4259970247638927799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4259970247638927799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4259970247638927799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/kookies.html' title='Kookies.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3966275005800786184</id><published>2008-07-20T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:42:14.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sense of nostalgia..</title><content type='html'>.. if you can call missing the dramas I used to love as nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly regret not buying Goong and Hana Yori Dango. I reget buying Smile Pasta and the other nonsense Taiwanese dramas which money could be better spent on the aforementioned classic dramas. WHY DID I NOT SPEND MY DRAMA MONEY WISELY. I'm so desperately missing HYD and Goong now. I miss the fantastic OSTs from Goong (which got wiped out - duh) and Shun's half-smile in HYD. I miss seeing Domyouji bully Makino. I miss seeing Shun kiss Makino. I miss seeing Prince Shin doing the possesive/jealous boyfriend act and seeing Yul with his melt-my-heart puppy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn D; Anyone want to sponsor me Goong and Hana Yori Dango for my birthday? *sweet little-girl-wants-her-lollipop-and-you-shall-obey smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a fanfic I came across when I was looking for something to suppress the crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lazulisong.livejournal.com/874469.html#cutid1"&gt;[HYD] Scarlet&lt;/a&gt; - It's a lovely TxT one-shot that's not exactly suitable for the eyes of the absolute innocents yet it isn't like some racy porn story that the HJJs of certain forums enjoy. And it isn't at all out-of-character - the stuff that Domyouji says in the fic is exactly like something the drama Domyouji would say, and the way Makino reacts is also quite similar. Genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3966275005800786184?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3966275005800786184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3966275005800786184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3966275005800786184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3966275005800786184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/sense-of-nostalgia.html' title='a sense of nostalgia..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5824333324150512068</id><published>2008-07-20T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:08:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogskin updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://images.blogskins.com/skin_images/204/568/screenshots/2045681216478393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/204568"&gt;twilight: violent delights have violent ends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested by Joyce. Frankly speaking I'm not pleased with it for two reasons, one being that it's too plain(considering that the image was so high-res and I'm using my favourite textures) and I think I ruined the codings. *sniffs* My photoshop and skinning skills are pretty dead after not doing any proper works for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/blogskin/NewSskin.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/204564"&gt;the SUN, the BEACH, and PRETTY BOYS! feat. NewS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some weird problem with the skin atm, but nevermind. Made for the BIDOL competition. Don't really like this style, but don't you think Tego-chan looks really cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://images.blogskins.com/skin_images/197/443/screenshots/1974431213128143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/197443"&gt;lady of the night feat. BoA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, not happy with this. Submitted because the competition required me to make a celebrity skin, and I think it's waayyyy toooo darkkkk. I like my blending though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5824333324150512068?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5824333324150512068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5824333324150512068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5824333324150512068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5824333324150512068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogskin-updates.html' title='blogskin updates'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/blogskin/th_NewSskin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1308722830494214942</id><published>2008-07-18T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:58:01.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchfest on bimbos are very amusing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sgcafe.com/showthread.php?t=51951"&gt;click if you need something to laugh at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's pretty amusing really. An individual who initially claims herself to be wearing rori turns around and labels the roris as freaks/followers of a fashion that originated from pedophile and porn when the roris in question corrected her saying that what she wears is not quite rori. Furthermore this individual is known to be quite the little thick-skinned 'wildchild' (man, insult and understatement of the year I know) that shows up at cosplay events dressed in pieces of cloth that barely cover her 'essentials', then forcing her way to get shot(as in photography, though I'll like to use a gun on her) with the cosplayers she supposedly admires. Yet ironically splashed all over her blog and flickr we see her captioning the cosplayers' photos with demeaning speech bubbles such as having male cosplayers say things like "I want to upskirt her". Is that any way to treat a person you claim to respect, by putting words into their mouth that very much lowers their integrity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I don't know whether I want to puke and bitchslap her for her dress sense or laugh at it. She calls the cosplayers and lolitas freaks (hey if they are freaks why are you showing up at cosplay conventions?), tbh if I have to choose to be a freak or what we'll label her as, I'll choose the former. Not only does she insult cosplayers and other subculture fashion with her words (and actions), I can't help but feel a great sense of humilation to be of the same gender as her. It is people like that who give males the idea that us females can be your submissive sex slaves. She dresses in a tiny tank top that barely covers anything, paired with short short short short shorrrttttt skirts or shorts that serve the same purpose (a.k.a nothing except to let the desperate BTSSes to feast their pitiable eyes on); she take pictures with cosplayers in poses that remind me much of low-class AV stars (I wanted to say FHM but I suddenly think FHM models are of a much higher class). Jeebus, and she calls the cosplayers/roris freaks? I giggled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1308722830494214942?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1308722830494214942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1308722830494214942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1308722830494214942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1308722830494214942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitchfest-on-bimbos-are-very-amusing.html' title='bitchfest on bimbos are very amusing.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3634503254725624195</id><published>2008-07-16T12:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:20:14.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sends Jin some silk underwear*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH2DSou34vU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH2DSou34vU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some part of it was kind of rude, but hell yeah I like this. Akame IS over now I realise, and somehow that doesn't make me feel sad. &lt;s&gt;JinRon&lt;/s&gt; JinDa doesn't seem that bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song parodied: KAT-TUN's Signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFV0gWAn55I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFV0gWAn55I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. This one is pretty funny, and even though it digs at KAT-TUN a little I really laughed. Especially at the part where Kame asked why won't Jin let him wear a cape, and Jin replied that one more layer of clothing may make him collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Song parodied: KAT-TUN's Don't You Ever Stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that after watching these two videos (and another one at the subber's LJ), the temperature in my room went up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RN1PMhrCFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RN1PMhrCFs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*temperature goes up further* I wanna protect Tego-chan from scary fangirls too. &lt;s&gt;Even though I am one myself..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how one of my favourite (and admittedly most stupid) MV can be turned into such a comedy. Oh, and yes I do agree. They look "fucking hot" when they are wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song parodied: NewS' Taiyou no Namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tb1XkPp8K7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tb1XkPp8K7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*worships God Tegoshi* I don't mind having six bishounens ruling my kingdom. Go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song parodied: NewS' Weeeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you died yet(whether from laughing too much or a massive blood hemorrhage from the bishounen overload)? Well don't, cos you still need to click on &lt;a href="http://kisung.livejournal.com/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to see more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3634503254725624195?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3634503254725624195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3634503254725624195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3634503254725624195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3634503254725624195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/sends-jin-some-silk-underwear.html' title='*sends Jin some silk underwear*'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8785779928924761613</id><published>2008-07-15T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:03:59.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest things are..</title><content type='html'>... dreaming about the future with your best girls and making plans for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... gathering outside the bubble tea shop while laughing at things that don't make sense because being with them makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sitting on the floor of a void deck chatting with your best friend while the world around you is raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... knowing that even though there are things you can't say, people will somehow understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... knowing that while friends don't last forever, the memories do stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I'll &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; them if we end up going separate ways some day. -wails-&lt;br /&gt;And I have a sudden inspiration to make some montage/scrapbook/video thingy, but I'm so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Shall let the idea stew for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things to buy if..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; we go for the post-prep trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- black off-shoulder top&lt;br /&gt;- black/white shawl&lt;br /&gt;- pageboy cap/cap with nice design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things I want to complete in this lifetime(renewed):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go overseas with the people I love&lt;br /&gt;- see the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;- see snow&lt;br /&gt;- wear a yukata&lt;br /&gt;- go to some European country well-known for its culture, e.g. Paris/Venice/Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's probably more but I can't think of any that's really important now so it'll have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8785779928924761613?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8785779928924761613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8785779928924761613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8785779928924761613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8785779928924761613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetest-things-are.html' title='The sweetest things are..'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7097904556482522294</id><published>2008-07-13T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:52:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D Exzy likes yaoi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i34.tinypic.com/28jf9rr.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDD *sweet innocent smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did a drawing of the daikazoku :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i35.tinypic.com/20sejiq.png&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7097904556482522294?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7097904556482522294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7097904556482522294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7097904556482522294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7097904556482522294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/d-exzy-likes-yaoi.html' title=':D Exzy likes yaoi.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/28jf9rr_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5768865160787228677</id><published>2008-07-10T09:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:25:07.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gomenasai~! -deep bow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously such a bad &lt;s&gt;girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;fangirl and friend that I forgot three important people's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GUY I'M IN LOVE WITH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKANISHI JIN-SAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/wl9og4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on turning 24 and becoming more cute!&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the hottest guy in Veron's eyes and I'll never stop falling in love with your lovely voice, no matter what those critics say that you're deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SELF-PROCLAIMED CUTEST GIRL ON EARTH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YIHUI&lt;/span&gt; A.K.A CRAYON-CHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No picture yet, but I'll put one up soon when I go dig through my digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on being older than Veron! Stay smart, stay &lt;s&gt;bhb&lt;/s&gt;self-confident, and thank you for having been such a good friend for me, helping me to collect my work when I was missing from school. Thank you for all the memories we've shared together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELY EGG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANGZHEN&lt;/span&gt; A.K.A TAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture either since I don't have the habit of taking pics of you D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on being an older egg! D: I realise that now you, Joyce and Yihui can bully me since I'm the youngest. Thank you for everything you've done for me and stay adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px;"&gt;誕生日おめでとう!&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/3857758950219032885-5768865160787228677?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5768865160787228677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5768865160787228677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5768865160787228677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5768865160787228677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-birthdays.html' title='HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYS.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/wl9og4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-1047507012203356860</id><published>2008-07-10T04:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:57:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 1: THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Veronica&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B.: 13 October 1992&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Uh. Hungry and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Eye-colour: Black. &lt;br /&gt;Hair-colour: Black, sometimes brownish.&lt;br /&gt;Right or left: o_O Oh, right-handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 2: THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage: Asian I suppose. With a mix of Martian. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;My Weaknesses: Artistic guys, Japanese bishounens, plushies.&lt;br /&gt;My perfect pizza: Mmh..loads of cheese, a tangy base, juicy chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts First Waking Up: "Awhile more." *goes back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;My Bedtime: Anytime.&lt;br /&gt;My Most Missed Memory: Hm, Sec 2's writing camp and the old ZC/DD days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 4: MY PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke. Pepsi too sweet imo.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: Hm, not too fond of both.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Group sounds more fun and less awkward, but if I'm really comfortable with the person then single.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I don't like brands.&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Eto.. what's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Okay, I'm boring, I like vanilla better.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: D: Neither, I'm not a big coffee fan at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No way. Stinks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Uh huh. At my age, most regular people already learnt how to.&lt;br /&gt;Take Showers: =_= You have to be some kind of a barbarian not to.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Crush: JINJINJINJIN!&lt;br /&gt;Think You’ve Been In Love: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Go To School: Currently part-time. Fufufu.&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married: Never.&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself: I believe that I can do it and do it well, I just don't believe that people will think the same.&lt;br /&gt;Think You're A Health Freak: Definitely not. No health freaks stay up for nights and eat suppers and refuse to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST, HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Alcohol: Tasted a little cos my parents asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall: Uh, you have to be really weird not to.&lt;br /&gt;Been Onstage: Kindergarten for graduation performance, primary for prizes and cheer competition, cheer competiton for secondary.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: HOW CAN YOU NOT?&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair: No thanks. Later ruin my hair texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: No -_____-&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: Yes. Like what somebody said, it's probably for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 8: AGE YOU’RE HOPING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Get Married: Do not want to get married kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GUY, WHAT ARE YOUR PREFERENCES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: Red, but no humans have that colour, so anything is fine as long as those eyes can speak. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: Dark colours preferably. Asians look better with dark colours anw.&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: No ponytails and no flat-tops. Longish would be nice but anything as long as it fits the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Minute Ago: Ranting on LJ about that fucker.&lt;br /&gt;An Hour Ago: Erm, I can't remember. D:&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: D: I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;A Month Ago: Holidays I think? Enjoying life. :D&lt;br /&gt;A Year Ago: Being a forumtard I s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: JIN AND USA AND RORITA!&lt;br /&gt;I feel: calmer but still angry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: hypocrites, ostracism, flirts, anything repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: what I'm afraid to be judged for.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: the days when I wasn't so cynical and distrustful.&lt;br /&gt;I need: to really study for my O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAYER 12: TAG PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who needs an update for their blog but don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, you know something? Some people are such ironic creatures.&lt;br /&gt;They go all smug and proud, dissing people who were once their friends and brag about how they rejected making up with that friend because the person was too pathetic to be worth their attention.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you know something? You're totally giving me and the rest of the people you bitched about attention. By virtually stalking us then using the things you find as material to bitch about us, you sure don't behave like somebody who couldn't give two hoot to patch things up. I'm so glad I didn't attempt to mend the friendship. Suave move, asshole. Great way to earn respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I won't be letting your fucking comments get to me anymore. You want to judge me? Fine, go ahead. I'm happy that you like me so much you can't stop talking about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-1047507012203356860?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1047507012203356860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=1047507012203356860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1047507012203356860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/1047507012203356860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/chilling.html' title='Chilling.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3062917890734599879</id><published>2008-07-10T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:22:26.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/colors" style="display: block; background: #333 url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/img/colors/badge.jpg') no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;57&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D YES. ALL MY DAYS IN COLOURLOVERS PAID OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/countries" style="display: block; background: #333 url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/img/countries/badge.jpg') no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;60&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thanks to my geography notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/human_shield" style="display: block; background: #333 url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/img/human_shield/badge.jpg') no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 120px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 27px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 80px; "&gt;20%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares* Why should I be congratulated for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/cadaver" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/cadaver.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$5190.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/death" style="display: block; width: 241px; height: 107px; background: url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/death.jpg') no-repeat; padding-top: 75px; padding-left: 10px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 22px;"&gt;148,627 People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list was a bit omg-inducing. Some names I've actually heard about before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/eat_buddies" style="display: block; background: #333 url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/img/eat_buddies/badge.jpg') no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;31%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm safe, darlings. Really. -hides my chainsaws-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/geek" style="text-decoration: none; background: url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/css/img/quiz/geek_badge.jpg') no-repeat; display: block; width: 268px; height: 82px;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 125px; padding-top: 28px; color: #000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 22px;"&gt;21% Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/blog_addiction.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;72%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/spelling.jpg') no-repeat; width: 265px; height: 182px;"&gt;&lt;a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 127px;  height: 35px; font-size: 24px; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; text-decoration: none; color: #fff;" href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view/blogger-spelling"&gt;I Scored a 93%!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/science"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/science_aminus.jpg" alt="JustSayHi - Science Quiz" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh god. I shouldn't have gone blog-hopping. Saw something that seriously .. what the fuck? -runs off to rant at LJ-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the circumstances I'll be making this blog private until .. I don't know. Maybe when I get a good idea for a new URL. Sorry affies, I know I've been doing it for a lot of times, but this time you can choose to not link me. Oh, and suggestions welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3062917890734599879?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3062917890734599879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3062917890734599879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3062917890734599879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3062917890734599879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7444180997124553862</id><published>2008-07-09T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:51:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t76/exzyner/DSC00270.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Exzy's thread. Yes I'm stealing his bandwidth as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have such a weakness for artistically-talented people. Especially those wearing tuxes and playing the violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t76/exzyner/DSC00294.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Ayu ne. Uguu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Makes me kind of regret not turning up for the cosfest because of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想一直对着天空伸手&lt;br /&gt;等着有谁来牵着我往前走&lt;br /&gt;因为这样我就会一直原地踏步&lt;br /&gt;不能紧握着拳头&lt;br /&gt;用力往前冲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar? Keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7444180997124553862?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7444180997124553862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7444180997124553862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7444180997124553862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7444180997124553862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8487985967371309566</id><published>2008-07-07T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:31:15.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Youth Day.</title><content type='html'>:D Mum brought me to the Hongkong-style Xingwang Cafe for a Youth Day lunch/dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were on a fairly tight budget we didn't order much though (and we wouldn't be able to finish anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of tired/depressed now and not feeling well so I'll just let my photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAS A CAMERA AND I R NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/xw1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu. Or the cover anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/xw4.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the interior. I was bored, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/xw2.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish #1: Curry Chicken w/ Rice. &lt;br /&gt;Not bad, the curry itself didn't have an appealing appearance though there was a very lovely curryish smell, but here's when the quote "don't judge the book by the appearance" comes in. The sauce was suprisingly thick and fragrant with just the right amount of spiciness. IMO the potato can be slightly softer but then my mum reminded me that not everyone is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boh gay&lt;/span&gt; like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/xw3.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish #2: Tender Slice Pork with Congee in Hotpot.&lt;br /&gt;The 'congee' turned out to be more like soft soft rice in hot soup than the slushy porridge which I expected, but it tasted pretty good. I realise that Hongkong-style food tend to lean towards the saltish-and-heavy-flavouring sort of taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty uneventful Youth Day I suppose. Oh, and I want to buy a beanie. Plus a long and big gothic cross or cat/teddy bear necklace. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'panic attacks' or whatever you call it when I go into that breathless, semi-conscious state (that has nothing to do with looking at pictures of Jin) seem to be happening more frequently. In the past I used to just have them in a span of once per one to three years, but this year it has already happened like three times, and it doesn't even really follow a pattern other than that the first two times I was running to school and both were on Wednesdays. It happened again just now when I just reached home. I really really really hate that feeling. You can't even do anything to control it or stop it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur, what if I end up like Hiro in Koizora? Or similar? I'm just being melodramatic here of course, like what all the professional adults and adult-wannabes say, it's probably just a psychological problem on my part and I should check myself into IMH. Hypothetically speaking though, how will you guys react if I really DO end up to have a serious medical problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a lot of times I think that it'll be better if we end this once and for all. Save everyone the agony no? Yet I can't bring myself to. Coward really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit #1: Oh yeah my nightmares came in handy for once. Yesterday night I dreamt that I layered my hair(an idea I've been toying with recently) and horrifying it was. My hair was sticking in the wrong places and the sleek straightness I worked so had to maintain was totally ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit #2: And I was sitting sleepily on the bus just now when I suddenly had a thought that those scenes of Girl A resting her head on Boy B's shoulder on a quiet, peaceful bus ride is extremely sweet. &lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that it will probably never happen in Singapore cos the bus is so jerky and crowded and noisy. ): &lt;br /&gt;That, and the fact that nothing of such sorts ever happens to yours truly because 1) she isn't Girl A nor does she have a Boy B since she is half-heartless 2)most guys I know don't seem to generate such beautiful thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;Reality is harsh. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8487985967371309566?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8487985967371309566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8487985967371309566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8487985967371309566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8487985967371309566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-youth-day.html' title='Happy Youth Day.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg300/veron-sama/photos/th_xw1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-5926107655067752732</id><published>2008-07-07T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:53:34.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes (mostly stolen from ++'s blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Fairly accurate desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I wanted Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is 65% Cluttered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quite cluttered. And like most clutter, it's a bunch of crap you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try writing down your worst problems and fears. And then put them out of your mind for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How Cluttered is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O I expected more. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Depression Level: 88%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudepressedquiz/depressed-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be severely depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should seek immediate attention from your physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression can be cured - you just need to take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudepressedquiz/"&gt;Are You Depressed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 4: The Individualist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fixation: Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Fear: To have no identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Desire: To find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/"&gt;What Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. True? For you to know and for me to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I realise that nowadays I don't really dare to look into the mirror. Mum said that she got a shock when she saw me yesterday night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really going off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-5926107655067752732?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5926107655067752732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=5926107655067752732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5926107655067752732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/5926107655067752732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/quizzes-mostly-stolen-from-s-blog.html' title='Quizzes (mostly stolen from ++&apos;s blog)'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4840158179113685969</id><published>2008-07-06T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:13:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy-sized shirts are comfy to wear.</title><content type='html'>Oh, yet another irrelevant post title.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so bored but my blog looks so dead I shall do a little bit of copying from Mari's wordpress and post up my wishlist. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Mari-chan mind tell me hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Veron wants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get into VSC@TP.&lt;br /&gt;- maid rorita&lt;br /&gt;- rocking horse shoes&lt;br /&gt;- neko ears&lt;br /&gt;- hoodie with cute pattern&lt;br /&gt;- dark blue/black seifuku&lt;br /&gt;- bubble socks&lt;br /&gt;- black blazer&lt;br /&gt;- harry potter books(all)&lt;br /&gt;- haruhi&amp;nagato nendoroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 3 months away by the way. :D /verynotsubtlehint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It sucks to know that I really mean so little. After all I've invested, after all I thought we had, I'm really so replaceable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had Chilli Crabs for dinner. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4840158179113685969?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4840158179113685969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4840158179113685969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4840158179113685969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4840158179113685969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/guy-sized-shirts-are-comfy-to-wear.html' title='Guy-sized shirts are comfy to wear.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-731039626347874704</id><published>2008-07-04T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:59:11.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger eats quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was supposed to do this quiz yesterday but Blogger somehow ate my quiz, so here's a re-done version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who last tagged you is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Teo Charsiew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend/Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your first 5 impressions of him/her ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Pig. XD&lt;br /&gt;2] Super smart.&lt;br /&gt;3] Clothes siao.&lt;br /&gt;4] Very hyper.&lt;br /&gt;5] A good friend ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmh, she has done quite a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her most recent one would be "What are friends for?" but there should be some others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already is. *winks suggestively*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm. Don't know leh, stop liking BBT and like Veron more? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: NUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough of my tantrums or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr. Go out with her? /clothesclothesclothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARSIEW RICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh god here's that bipolar effing bitch again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The character you love of yourself are ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Ministry of Evil. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a total bitch who take things for granted, is attention-seeking, boring, dim-witted, selfish and doesn't know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmh. Minami Chiaki-sama or Suzumiya Haruhi-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. For people that care &amp;amp; like you, say something to them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kukubun&lt;br /&gt;2. Marimari&lt;br /&gt;3. Squish&lt;br /&gt;4. Sharleen&lt;br /&gt;5. Janjan&lt;br /&gt;6. Erica&lt;br /&gt;7. Ratias&lt;br /&gt;8. Joyce&lt;br /&gt;9. Yihui&lt;br /&gt;10. Aloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Who is 6 having relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica. Mmmh, Sam ar? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Is 9 a male or female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce. In-between lah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratias and Aloy. Well, since Aloy likes her should be a good idea nyarhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How about 8 and 5? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Jan. Double Js? Cool. :E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What is 2 studying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimari. She's studying for a diploma in DBSK. Yarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Will you woo 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squish. ... Is this weird or what? No, I don't woo people :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. How about 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratias jiejie. Oh, I'll probably be killed by Kai and Aloy for snatching the lurve of their harem life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Is 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharleen. Nope she has a boyfriend and she's my lesbian partner. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What's the surname of 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janjan. Janice Moo Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What's the hobby of 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharleen. Raping wonwon and design and food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janjan and Yihui. They don't even know each other O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Where is 2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimari. The University of Bikini Bottom desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Talk something casually about 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukubun. Oh your lovely crumbliness and overbaked charred bits, I love you so much! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Have you try developing feelings for 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce. Oh, strong feelings we have indeed. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Where does 9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihui. My house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What color does 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharleen. /quotes Green. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Are 5 and 1 best frens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janjan and Kbun. I don't think they know each other... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Does 7 likes 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratias and Mari? I think 7 likes -coughcoughcough-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. How do you get to know 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marimari. Siggymaking I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Does 1 have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukubun. She has a lot of crumbs. /nolink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Is 7 the sexiest person in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratias. Has to be, if not why so many harem-lovers want to collect her. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-731039626347874704?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/731039626347874704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=731039626347874704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/731039626347874704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/731039626347874704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogger-eats-quizzes.html' title='Blogger eats quizzes.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6889507923044556360</id><published>2008-07-03T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:27:38.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I waste my time on?</title><content type='html'>It's like a sudden revelation that for the whole of these two years or so that I've spent hanging around in the online world is a total waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I never noticed this until now that the unspoken rules of friendship that applies to your real life friends can NEVER be applied to your online friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's incident was a pretty clear example for me. Oh perhaps I should give those people some credit because I'm so not fluent in humanspeak that I can't say what I want to say properly, not that you guys will give me any credit for my lack of linguistic capability.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, did any of you bother to try, try and twist your mind around my words to understand me?&lt;br /&gt;No, it was so much easier to simply accuse me of not giving a fuck about you guys.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't give a fuck about you guys why did I even encourage Snailey to reopen ZC? Why did I even bother to seek some of you out personally to hear my problems in hope of solving some things? If I didn't give a fuck I would just watch ZC fall.&lt;br /&gt;Did any of you who weren't involved in yesterday's argument come forward to ask my side of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Very very very obviously, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys just took the other side of the story and accepted that I "emo emo and ragequitted".&lt;br /&gt;Did you even wonder "Hey why did she emo anyway"?&lt;br /&gt;Did you even wonder "What pushed her so far to finally say that she wants to quit"?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;For all your bullshit about how you guys apparently care so much more than me, you couldn't fucking be bothered to understand why I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Joyce said when I was in a bad mood yesterday also gave me a sudden realisation about how different my two social circles were. She said, 'what are friends for?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this something that my online friends will ever say when I'm in a bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I'm in a bad mood people run and evade.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you think my real life friends don't know how bad my temper is?&lt;br /&gt;Online, you have a monitor to protect you from my tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;Real life, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is the real life friends who will voluntarily OFFER to hear out my rants.&lt;br /&gt;The online ones end up judging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, what have I been wasting my time on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I take time off this world. Time to get back into the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6889507923044556360?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6889507923044556360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6889507923044556360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6889507923044556360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6889507923044556360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-did-i-waste-my-time-on.html' title='What did I waste my time on?'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4046522143364854009</id><published>2008-07-02T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:37:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daikirai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Kukubun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, though expected. Act nonchalant or cold in front of him, then probably cry at night and never let anyone know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a powderful witch with a destiny to save the world and at the end of the day, return to the arms of her cool, mysterious soulmate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite television show? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmh. Anime counted? Currently is Special A, Vampire Knight, check the dumpster blog or my crunchy profile if you want full list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I want to go, I just don't know who'll be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preferably, what type of music? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft rock, ballads, gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, neither. Being loved by someone can be equally painful when you know that you'll never be able to give that person the happiness he/she deserves, while loving someone can be so desperately hopeless and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to depends on whether I know the person loves me or not, and how much. Yeah, I'm kinda selfish, but I've seen enough cases of hopeless lovesick puppies putting their lives hanging in suspense waiting for a flower that'll never bloom at them, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the person you secretly liked is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on. What, you expect me to break people up meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, yeah. It gives you something to do when you want to scream fuck at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/25. Woah. I really can't think that far. I'm still trying to accept that I'm going to be 16 and not turning 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are currently most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, a small tiny handful of friends, myself. Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very crumbly. Overbaked. Nice smell. Chipless. Blogskin pro. Otaku. On drugs. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather to be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich, the perfect lifestyle yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, stupid question? Since I don't know what the two are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If given the chance to turn back time, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to last year December or Sec 2 December, freeze there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you would do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;/beginrant&lt;br /&gt;WhyaresomanyofyouwhomIoncesolovedandadmiredturnouttobesuchinsensitiveandthoughtlesstoodness?&lt;br /&gt;Whatdidyouhopetoachieveinyourlittlebarelythereinitiationtotheoutermostcircleofyourprivatecirclehuh?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck,didn'tyougetwhatImeanwhenImadeallthosesnidelittlecommentsaboutyouguysandyoureffingprivatecliques?&lt;br /&gt;It'snotlikeyoucan'thaveyourpreferencesbutmustyouflauntyourcloserthanclosebondssoopenly?&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit,someofusUSEDtobeyourgoodfriendsyouknow.Havesomeconsiderationandpracticeself-restraincan'tyou.&lt;br /&gt;Whydoyouguyshavetoflaunteverysinglelittlecliqueyouform,fromtheingameonestotheverymuchexpected'newirlfriends'ones?&lt;br /&gt;Yesjustlikewhattheysaideverytimethereisanouting,therewillbeanewcliqueformedandtheoneswhodidn'tturnedupwilleventuallybebanishedfromthegroup.&lt;br /&gt;Andyou.Yes.Likeyoudon'tfuckingknowhowbadlyyouhurtmebackthen?IrenewedthisfriendshipandforgaveyoubecauseIthoughtyouhadchanged,butevidentlyyouhadn't,notmuchanyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ifyou'rebackherejusttohurtmeagain,thenwhatforapologise.Areyoureallysostupidandchildishthatyoudon'tevenunderstandwhatyoudid?&lt;br /&gt;Cometothinkofit,youprobablydon't.Youneverdid,notonce.Andtalkaboutchanging,you'restillthesame.Stillsogreedy.You'lljustneverlearntocherish,willyou?&lt;br /&gt;/endrant&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4046522143364854009?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4046522143364854009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4046522143364854009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4046522143364854009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4046522143364854009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/07/daikirai.html' title='Daikirai.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-9165528995669261243</id><published>2008-06-29T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:50:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topaz pwns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i26.tinypic.com/4rdo5j.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topaz pwns your ass. That vectorish image took less than 3 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-9165528995669261243?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9165528995669261243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=9165528995669261243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9165528995669261243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/9165528995669261243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/topaz-pwns.html' title='Topaz pwns.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/4rdo5j_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8151946584145620454</id><published>2008-06-29T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:48:04.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quiz #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. Maybe ba. Might give me some kind of comfort, hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like my name the way it is now. I don't think Veron will be Veron if she isn't named Veron /bulldung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;Black and white. (Just because it's the most fitting colours of my style.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item?&lt;br /&gt;Tissue paper and A4 paper and toothpaste. None of them were accidents :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who it is.... -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;What the pau, no. I need all 10 of them to do my art and flip novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;Well okay. I won't blog. :D I will just write in my online diary. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? *like totally naked?!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to see lah doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;N-ooo... I think. Mmh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;What for. I don't like to do the dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Tan Ah Pau. Yarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where are you schooling?&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Crest Secondary and I've came to dislike my uniform and how I look in a ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Working?&lt;br /&gt;No. Would like to, though. Preferably in a maid cafe or some boutique. Waitressing is fine if it's not too tough. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;3:17a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the weather at your side?&lt;br /&gt;Pauing freaking swelteringly hot. Akanishi Jin-level HOT. Thank god I have my A/C. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;This quiz, bloghopping, studying. I rock at multi-tasking when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not going out today?&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner. -thinks longingly of the toys convention-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some hours ago but I'm damn hungry. Will eat the person who's reading this, yesu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What currently are you doing in life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking it up. Pardon my french. I do know that I need to get my swing back or I can pretty much kiss TDS goodbye and go jump off some skyscraper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Just closed my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Too hungry right now lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is he/she to you?&lt;br /&gt;Food. Yarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where's your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Dad sleeping, Mum most likely MSN-ing &amp; surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh. If he's home, the Net. Else, having fun with his friends unlike his sad little sis who hasn't gone out with her girlfriends for a couple of eternities. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever watch Newport Harbor?&lt;br /&gt;What's that? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's your best-friend?&lt;br /&gt;If you're the one, you'll know it. If you don't know it, you're probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How much they mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Loads. You guys are the ones that make me laugh and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where do you wish you want to be right very now?&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, back to school. Part of me regrets saying this, but yeah I do. For the sake of being able to get into TDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How's your bedroom looked like?&lt;br /&gt;Mmh. Messy, loads of plushies, floor to ceiling shelves and wardrobes, huge bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, bored, mmh.. lonely? lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When's the last time you gone shopping?&lt;br /&gt;D: Very long never go shopping. I need clothes. And I seriously need a new hoodie before the O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever wanting something new?&lt;br /&gt;I want a tablethoodieoffshouldertopmaidlolitaseifukupunkgothclothesstitchcatears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you looking forward to next?&lt;br /&gt;End of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Plans for that day?&lt;br /&gt;Partypartyshopshopshoplovelovelovewheeyaykaboom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you ask this like already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Starbucks or CoffeeBean?&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks better IMO. Not familiar with both though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Mcdonalds, KFC or PizzaHut?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut. More variety, food nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Mmh. They vary, but I do like Pastamania, DTE's Different Taste, Lerk Thai. Yeah, no big names. I'm not a rich girl. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's your person's like?&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy, direct when debating/scolding/with people I'm comfortable with, withdrawn at times, very extreme with opinions and very very very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;And probably self-centered and damn selfish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does any of your ex boyfriend still loves you?&lt;br /&gt;I have ex-boyfriends? Wow that's news to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like somebody?&lt;br /&gt;I like everybody who likes me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. List 5 favourite things you love to do:&lt;br /&gt;Reading. Watching videos (anime and drama lah tard). Photoshopping. Shopping. Good times with the people I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. List 5 favourite person.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce. Yihui. Sharleen. Squishy. Youknowwhoyouares. And my mum, I know this is number six but whatever &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who are they to you?&lt;br /&gt;People who make things worth it. People who make me feel like I don't have to kill myself. People who remind me that not the whole world detests my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;A little but I can't sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you think about Britney Spears?&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Does anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What do you think about guys/girls these days?&lt;br /&gt;Superficial tactless BGR-obsessed people who seem to think that sex is a very interesting topic and can't stop talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;Exceptions apply, but I don't really give a damn if you get offended. I just don't want my angels to get mad, kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you think about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Mostly annoying jerks that are more capable of hurting than caring. Note the word mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you blindfold yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I hate hate HATE the feeling. Twice in Pamoja camp is sucky enough, no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Where do you stay?&lt;br /&gt;Your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Are you a bad boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Where does a bitch with a very evil and cynical heart fall into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever cheated on somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Not possible, since I've never really been in a situation to do so. And don't plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you rich?&lt;br /&gt;Rich in nonsense and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Okay seriously, what's your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Very damn hungry. Trying to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. When's your last tear?&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during one of the insomaniac episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you crave for right now?&lt;br /&gt;Foodfoodfood and somebody to talk toooooo. It's boring alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8151946584145620454?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8151946584145620454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8151946584145620454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8151946584145620454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8151946584145620454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/cos-im-bored.html' title='Cos I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-4866217886492024432</id><published>2008-06-28T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:27:09.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love makes lovers trapped in a world of their own.</title><content type='html'>Was heading to DTE for dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, there was this couple walking on the same pathment directly in front of me, who kept stopping and kissing about every 5 steps they took. I didn't know whether to be amused or disgusted. Probably the latter, since I couldn't even look away (if I did, knowing me, I'll trip over something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm all for love and affection, but there should be a limit to things people do &gt;_&gt; It's understandable for people in love to want their lips on their significant other's  24/7, but hell, pity the eyes of the people around you. Unless you're able to kiss as hot as Mike and Rainie, keep the shows to the privacy of your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as though that wasn't enough to kill my appetite, when I reached the food court there was this teenage girl and her friends(I'm pretty sure one of them is either her bf or her crush). The girl was queueing at this Korean stall and I was at the far end of the Japanese stall, definitely not within normal hearing distance of each other. Yet guess what, I could hear her making those supposedly 'cute' but imo very annoying "erhhhhhhh" sound to the guy. Makes me want to slap her man. And the most unlucky thing was she ended up sitting opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice dinner though. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, something for the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2I1jwH5c7w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2I1jwH5c7w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I dreamt of that person again last night. Like wtf. No reason at all man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit, Quote of the Day from Marilyn the Quote Person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;marilyn.                Too bad. says:&lt;br /&gt;"if the picture of me doesn't look beautiful, you should change your camera, its spoilt."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4866217886492024432?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4866217886492024432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4866217886492024432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4866217886492024432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4866217886492024432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-makes-lovers-trapped-in-world-of.html' title='Love makes lovers trapped in a world of their own.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-7955720137618685452</id><published>2008-06-27T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:44:17.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the clock goes tick-tock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pitch-black darkness.&lt;br /&gt;mess up the bed by changing positions and flipping here and there.&lt;br /&gt;wail in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;cover face with arm, pillow or plushie.&lt;br /&gt;hear clock go tick-tock tick-tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gives up and get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry baby, it's not that I didn't want to keep my promise of going to school tomorrow, but I can't sleep even though right now I'm having a slight headache and I'm seriously tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me kinda wish that there is really a "Night Class" like in VK, then I won't be flunking my subjects from missing school. &lt;br /&gt;it's really not fun, being half a vampire without the powers or the blood-sucking urge and only the ally-of-the-night trait.&lt;br /&gt;hell, I can't even summon bats or have super-human abilities like being able to do stunts/move fast/see well in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-7955720137618685452?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7955720137618685452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=7955720137618685452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7955720137618685452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/7955720137618685452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-clock-goes-tick-tock.html' title='and the clock goes tick-tock.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6203200162683488889</id><published>2008-06-25T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:54:58.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why or why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To get my happiness I had done everything,&lt;br /&gt;but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of footsteps became louder every day,&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed the fact there was no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a believer in life to be myself always,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;was asking whether I would be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason why not to adapt in this way,&lt;br /&gt;or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The whole world was at a complete standstill,&lt;br /&gt;and I was in fetters, at the mercy of the mob.&lt;br /&gt;The silent warning became louder every day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept pretending not to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along.&lt;br /&gt;It had grown dark before I found a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for?&lt;br /&gt;You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate."&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, or why not. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Complaining way too much,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody who knows there will be nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Except for me, all the world has gone mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is forgiveness you are willing to withhold?&lt;br /&gt;What is the well-being you are willing to make?&lt;br /&gt;Now what? So what? Don't you come interrupt me, oh please,&lt;br /&gt;while I am interrupting myself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this song when watching Higu just now. It sounds like some things I've been wanting to say for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only people were less judgmental, but it's human nature I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Reopening the blog again after a tiny little hiatus while I sort myself out.&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot of sorting out to be done, but I think I'm still together enough to keep the blog going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like looking at a more minimalistic skin so I changed, also to suit the new blog song. Sorry kbun and the rest of the dangos &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icon made by yours truly so ask before you take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll only be linking people who appear to bother to visit my blog or whose blog I like to read. In other words, if you haven't tagged me in the past month or don't update your blog or basically, I think you're an asshole, then I won't link you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6203200162683488889?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6203200162683488889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6203200162683488889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6203200162683488889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6203200162683488889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-or-why-not.html' title='Why or why not?'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3005028089917464764</id><published>2008-06-21T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:46:12.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;.   kkkkk-bunnnnn        blatant ignorance.      says:&lt;br /&gt;You're a pink toothbrush, I'm a blue toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;Have we met somewhere before?&lt;br /&gt;You're a pink toothbrush and I think toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;That we met by the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to meet toothbrush, such a sweet toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;How you thrill me through and through&lt;br /&gt;Dont be hard toothbrush on a soft toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cant help loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear you whistle......&lt;br /&gt;it makes my nylon bristle.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pink toothbrush, I'm a blue toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;Won't you marry me in haste?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be true toothbrush, just to you toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;When we both use the same toothpaste. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO HAHAHA. She's the blue toothbrush by the way. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for making me laugh when I really wanted to cry. *glomps*&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/3857758950219032885-3005028089917464764?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3005028089917464764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3005028089917464764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3005028089917464764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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didn't I realize&lt;br /&gt;That seed of worries at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm unable to see your figure&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say just that, just that one phrase of "don't go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never say that it's fine as long as you're happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to hate this twisted heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial ring I received on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Remembering only makes me painful but&lt;br /&gt;What I finally realized is that I relied&lt;br /&gt;On you more than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if to even destroy the times spent together&lt;br /&gt;The words that came out contrary to my heart was a good-bye in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing that a day when you'll greatly regret will come&lt;br /&gt;I hate this mean and ugly heart more than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never say that it's fine as long as you're happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to hate this twisted heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing that a day when you'll greatly regret will come&lt;br /&gt;I hate this mean and ugly heart more than yesterday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I mentioned that kbun's songs always make me cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2129975477569381442?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2129975477569381442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2129975477569381442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Depressed.</title><content type='html'>The knowledge that certain things have changed with people whom you once cherished leaves you with a cold, empty feeling and a loss of ability to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt; Why do I feel so tired recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I know so little about the people whom I spent so much time with or cared so much for. What have I been doing all this while, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'll go and have some food and read some Harry Potter then sleep. No point overheating my braincells over people who would never realise how much every single word of theirs affect me. None of you even care, do you. It's all a game and a joke to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignores stack of worksheets trying to get my attention*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-4419305646236481965?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4419305646236481965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=4419305646236481965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4419305646236481965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/4419305646236481965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/depressed.html' title='Depressed.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6612374228514566380</id><published>2008-06-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:15:21.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos studying's so boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 7.44p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Name: veronica&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 5&lt;br /&gt;Height: 156 cm (v_v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: your house&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: ice lemon tea &amp; ice cream soda &amp; hot choc&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: pancakes with lots of syrup, a scoop of ice cream and some ham.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: if I did, I won't be here. &lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: not unless you count in-school camp.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: I suppose ._.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: a lot of times DX&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: no, I never wait for calls.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: used to when MSN haven't took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: current room, pink walls, with one huge CCS puzzle on one wall, CCS poster on the door, loads of books and stationeries and CDs, one computer and one ununsed stereo system.&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you: social studies file and dark pink cup.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: curry chicken and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: erm think so bah. &lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: duh.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: nope sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: thankfully no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: no, lust at first sight maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: yes, food tastes great in the open :3&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with: never dance. O:&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: uhhhhhh?&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: mum? she's the only human I've talked to irl for the past week ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: I only talk to people I like (:&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: no, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: not...really.&lt;br /&gt;Eat: I'm not a cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: being loved by people you care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: one stuffed hippo and usachan.&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed: a roll-out bed.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: you and every other human.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 7.53p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: duh see above.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: holy pau no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: not often.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: most of the time, yeah. oh bhb *blush*&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: chipped.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: my bed pwns everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: pink. D:&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday: er. homework and anime bah.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait till: the day I graduate from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: definitely no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: a hamster (not the human one) and a birdy chirp chirp.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: who?&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: duh she's my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?: too sensitive to noise and light, no.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?: physics and this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: O_O&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?: not initially.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?: I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: mother. don't mention the latter, kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: mum when quarrelling with her.&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved?: how do you know when you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?: I care more about how good it tastes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: hmm. can't say it's the exact reason.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: my eljay or animes or dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. playing barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;2. colouring.&lt;br /&gt;3. going into primary school.&lt;br /&gt;4. playing on swings in playground.&lt;br /&gt;5. watching sailor moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today (tomorrow since the day's ending):&lt;br /&gt;1. finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;3. finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;4. finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;5. finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;2. lollipop. (counted?)&lt;br /&gt;3. pocky.&lt;br /&gt;4. ham. (yes it's a snack! D&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. get an effing spiffy house with a huge room that has a canopy bed and walk-in wardrobe with loads of maid to serve my mum and me.&lt;br /&gt;2. buy loads of clothes from online sprees and lolita! :D&lt;br /&gt;3. rear many pets.&lt;br /&gt;4. buy loads and loads of books.&lt;br /&gt;5. start a small stall for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. overthinking.&lt;br /&gt;2. lazy to do work.&lt;br /&gt;3. procastinator.&lt;br /&gt;4. obsessed with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;5. disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;3. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;4. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;5. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;1. slave of the education system.&lt;br /&gt;2. free labour.&lt;br /&gt;3. graphics vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;4. spare tyre.&lt;br /&gt;5. punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. marilyn&lt;br /&gt;2. squishy. (give you smth to update)&lt;br /&gt;3. erica.&lt;br /&gt;4. kookies.&lt;br /&gt;5. sharleen shifu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6612374228514566380?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6612374228514566380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6612374228514566380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6612374228514566380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6612374228514566380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/cos-studyings-so-boring.html' title='Cos studying&apos;s so boring.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-2867849007102721585</id><published>2008-06-20T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:41:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's like putting jelly into bean paste soup.&lt;br /&gt;Once you put jelly, no one likes it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Marichan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-2867849007102721585?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2867849007102721585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=2867849007102721585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2867849007102721585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/2867849007102721585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-3048421295973776029</id><published>2008-06-20T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:16:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Ham's blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whoever that wrote this quiz has serious grammatical errors. ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. What is the question that you haven found an answer to it yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do people do things that hurt each other? Why can't people appreciate? Why don't people cherish the people who've helped them before? Why do we have to grow up? Why are adults so fucked-up? Why am I not a plushie? What is it that makes people cute? Why are you limiting me to one question, I have so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Do you ever turn off your cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In school yes, not that it makes a difference, no one ever SMS-es me nor do I reply lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Was sleeping O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday when watching the last episode of Minami-ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ... Toasted bread...? o_o If not what, french fries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fulfill my design dream and ignore everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella or just put up your hood when it rains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wah, you got build-in hood? Umbrella desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Calm, but stressed. DO MAI HOMEWORK FOR ME, NAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What top are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drowning in a pink top featuring My Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What does the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn: "I wanna hear your voice. D: and my school computer has CS 3." Don't ask me why it is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you intend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well... too complicated would be mindfuck, but too simple is boring. Nicely spicy I guess. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Why am I so irritating??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cos I'm blardy random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. What is the last movie you've catched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *thinks for 1 minute* CJ7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Right now? .__. I feel rather useless, frankly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn's text. *point to number 10*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. What was the last song you've sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At The Beginning - Anastasia OST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? What are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wonwon, Veron, Beron, Pwnda, Cyborg, Mei arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. What does your last received text msg say? Who is it from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daze telling me about why she has to climb the stairs at midnight and how she's scared to switch off the light now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 6 or 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Is there a term known as calmly and cheemly depressed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Depends on situation I guess, but maybe shifu or bevan or some of the DD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do when I can. It's yummy ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't talked on the phone for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *points to WoT on eljay* and, DO MY HOMEWORK NAO. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person who made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Erm. Lucky Star characters. u____u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o___o Uh.. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea what that number is. Probably some dude who wants to order hor fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (: Wow, what a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt; question this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unappreciativeness, repetition, tyranny, lack of creativity or own mind, flirtatiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Enlighten me, o holy one. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have no idea whether it's a crush or not either, bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not Hamham the Drug Addict desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The current one I'm in is baby pink. Sheet, I'm such a bimbo T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yay, what method do you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying, '' talk is cheap? ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. So why are you talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. When was the last time you saw people kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Er...? Anime bah, can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not a level whore, I don't revolve my life around colourful pixel characters, I don't slay virtual monsters. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when he actually didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Huh? O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cos I'm obsessed with Shugo Chara. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man, I miss Ikuto and Yoru nyarhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O: That 6-year classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- .__. Can't remember lol. Maybe when chatting just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More like the troublesome problem kid, more unfriendly, more bitchy, more incapable of doing any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No :/ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They don't talk anymore. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46. Do you walk with you eyes open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You siao is it, walk with eyes close o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'Faith is the strength of your power' - Chiaki-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- :D Jin lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ex-flutist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is the worst idea you've had in a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking that it's still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh. My brain is completely blank D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aya Hirano - God Knows. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;54. Does the person know you like him or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *shrugs* Do I even know who I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Er, bunchou? She very funny one. The rest of the DD also quite funny, most of the time, when we're together bah. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese and Sheeprish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. In 2007, I may have named a particular forum, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think most Asians have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mugging....GSS ends tomorrow! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ehuh......auu.....-facepalm- I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All my plushies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Home home home and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gunbound with the daikazoku before I realised that I have 68 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No one, I guess. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65. Friend &amp; love, which do you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doing this quiz to calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loyang Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black, White, Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. What emotions do you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As emotionless as possible, like Chiaki-sama =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To pursue my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stew over it, emofy my MSN nick, maybe rant a little to someone, then splash it in a locked post on eljay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ++. She went to sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chiaki-sama ^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't you asked this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2.53a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In your mind, messing with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't dye my hair. Jet black is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Calm my nerves so that I can sleep peacefully since I can't rant to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stew and be bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;81. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be an artist whose works are able to enthrall people's souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you? Boyfriend/Girlfriend or Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;83. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- .__. After reading my posts, do you think I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. At which age do you wanna get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get into my dream course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If the person is right and the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;89. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll second Hamham. Being loved, regardless of who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;90. Do you really think its global warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have no idea how hot it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. What feelings do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When my emotions override my self-control. Bitchiness, even though it's a strength sometime, and emptiness I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not anymore. It no longer seems worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. How does your friend see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emobitch who's occasionally useful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;94. Who cares for you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in you life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams, and the people who keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;96. What are some stuff you couldn't let go? Not now, not forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My love of anything artistic and my distrust in humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;97. What have you done that you regretted in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not working hard enough, saying things that I shouldn't have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one, no longer cares for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That'll be expected, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;99. What if your bf/gf two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been there, done that, but probably will still hurt somewhat? Slap the guy and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100. What do you want now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dejavu... isn't this asked already? Hm, get rid of my depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-3048421295973776029?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3048421295973776029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=3048421295973776029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3048421295973776029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/3048421295973776029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/stolen-from-hams-blog.html' title='Stolen from Ham&apos;s blog.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-6241506290087051064</id><published>2008-06-20T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:11:05.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maplestory is a pernicious cult game.</title><content type='html'>-transferred to my eljay-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-6241506290087051064?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6241506290087051064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=6241506290087051064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6241506290087051064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/6241506290087051064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/maplestory-is-pernicious-cult-game.html' title='Maplestory is a pernicious cult game.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857758950219032885.post-8326911939861754346</id><published>2008-06-19T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:55:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We the dangos are the epitome of anti-climaxes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;(fv animeing)                yey. bleh desu. /sg comic con, yey.     says:&lt;br /&gt;-red carpet rolls-?&lt;br /&gt;           (fv animeing)                yey. bleh desu. /sg comic con, yey.     says:&lt;br /&gt;-guests stands-&lt;br /&gt;           (fv animeing)                yey. bleh desu. /sg comic con, yey.     says:&lt;br /&gt;-everyone claps-&lt;br /&gt;           ❤               ah pau    ; 假的连我都觉得可怜 says:&lt;br /&gt;-claps-&lt;br /&gt;           (fv animeing)                yey. bleh desu. /sg comic con, yey.     says:&lt;br /&gt;-out rolls a cookie-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;.   kkkkk-bunnnnn        blatant ignorance.      says:&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;.   kkkkk-bunnnnn        blatant ignorance.      says:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT GOOD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;Cassie                        Ride against the wind. says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;t_yu_jia@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;youre bitten off.&lt;br /&gt;           ❤               ah pau    ; 假的连我都觉得可怜 says:&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN EAT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;           ❤               ah pau    ; 假的连我都觉得可怜 says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;.   kkkkk-bunnnnn        blatant ignorance.      says:&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED MY HOMEWORKKK :D&lt;br /&gt;.   kkkkk-bunnnnn        blatant ignorance.      says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3857758950219032885-8326911939861754346?l=anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8326911939861754346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3857758950219032885&amp;postID=8326911939861754346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8326911939861754346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3857758950219032885/posts/default/8326911939861754346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anomalistic-insomniac.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-dangos-are-epitome-of-anti-climaxes.html' title='We the dangos are the epitome of anti-climaxes.'/><author><name>Veron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16382357767426537973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IRVTenIv_g/SKh_HmJf6NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YOSt881AU9Q/S220/Usachan_by_x_veron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
