<?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-3735950820123177290</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:57:03.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQs about LIZ</title><subtitle type='html'>and answers to it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3276740293776976594</id><published>2011-07-15T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:47:27.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Skipping today's morning lecture.. It's my first time skipping a lecture so far (unless you count PPDs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;While listening to K Love just now (K Love is a Christian radio station) I was just randomly sliding up and down the same main webpage while I was waiting to print some notes (I was giving my fingers some morning exercise XD), and then I stumbled upon the verse of the day on that same webpage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I took my troubles to the Lord; I cried out to Him, and He answered my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Psalm 120:1 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Although I don't get the tingling feeling inside my heart like 'Whoa, God is speaking to me..' , but somehow I just know inside my head that He is. Again, I'm reminded, faith isn't just a feeling. It's its reality in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Even when you don't feel it, Jesus still cares for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3276740293776976594?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3276740293776976594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/stumbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3276740293776976594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3276740293776976594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/07/stumbling.html' title='Stumbling'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8453344409028147587</id><published>2011-06-02T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:06:02.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dn7yRXDZ4vg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you just caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;thought I should give it a try&lt;br /&gt;and get your name and your number&lt;br /&gt;go grab some lunch and eat some cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, DID I SAY THAT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But you're smilin' and it's something' I like&lt;br /&gt;on your face, yeah it suits you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we connect like we have bluetooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawn to you&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the other one so we'd equal two?&lt;br /&gt;And this is all based on a lucky chance&lt;br /&gt;that you would rather add then subtract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;could be like Sonny and Cher&lt;br /&gt;honey and bears&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;could be like Aladdin and Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;lets make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;How've you been?&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired 'cause you've been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;runnin' thousand and thousands of miles&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know that line's outta style&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;you look so beautiful on that starry night&lt;br /&gt;loving the way the moonlight catches your eyes and your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm captivated&lt;br /&gt;your beauty is timeless never outdated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawn to you&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the other one so we'd equal two?&lt;br /&gt;and this is all based on a lucky chance&lt;br /&gt;that you would rather add then subtract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;could be like Sonny and Cher&lt;br /&gt;Honey and bears&lt;br /&gt;you and i could be like Aladdin and Jasmine lets make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 years since that special day&lt;br /&gt;when I asked you on our first date&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's safe to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;are better than Sonny and Cher&lt;br /&gt;Honey and bears&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Are better than Aladdin and Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;We've made it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful on our wedding day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dn7yRXDZ4vg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-8453344409028147587?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8453344409028147587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8453344409028147587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8453344409028147587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dn7yRXDZ4vg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8027010254721017383</id><published>2011-04-11T06:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:28:30.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>If I'm not mistaken, when I was in Form5, I came upon this poem. And now I stumbled upon it yet again. The difference? I actually get what the poem is trying to convey now. I seriously didn't get where the author was heading throughout the whole poem. Life's experiences do have an impact on the way you perceive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;" &gt;To let go does not mean to stop caring,&lt;br /&gt;            it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to cut myself off,&lt;br /&gt;            it's the realization I can't control another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;" &gt;To let go is not to enable,&lt;br /&gt;            but allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means&lt;br /&gt;            the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to try to change or blame another,&lt;br /&gt;            it's to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to care for,&lt;br /&gt;            but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to fix,&lt;br /&gt;            but to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to judge,&lt;br /&gt;            but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;br /&gt;            but to allow others to affect their destinies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to be protective,&lt;br /&gt;            it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to deny,&lt;br /&gt;            but to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,&lt;br /&gt;            but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,&lt;br /&gt;            but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody,&lt;br /&gt;            but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;br /&gt;            but to grow and live for the future.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;" &gt;and&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To let go and to let God, is to find peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember: The time to love is short&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; ------ author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-8027010254721017383?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8027010254721017383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8027010254721017383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8027010254721017383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/04/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-5450241608012930927</id><published>2011-04-11T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:22:54.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I asked God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I asked God for strength that I might achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for health that I might do greater things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given infirmity that I might do better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for riches that I might be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given poverty that I might be wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for power that I might have the praise of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was given life that I might enjoy all things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am, among all men, most richly blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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God'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2850881044088350506</id><published>2011-01-16T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:38:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versions</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2Y1TnU1Dc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2Y1TnU1Dc8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2850881044088350506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2011/01/sung.html' title='Versions'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7319761711708923563</id><published>2010-12-28T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:06:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I seriously don't have a title for this blog post. And I think I'm  kinda 'rusty' in blogging already. Hey guysss!.... that check in on my blog &lt;del&gt;I'm so honored to still be on your reading list *tears a bucket of tears*&lt;/del&gt; Hee! I  know I haven't been updating for a reallyyyy long time. Been kinda  busy. But most of the time I feel weird blogging, so I avoid it most of the time. But since 2010 is  gonna end soon I decided to drop a few posts. X) Well, I won't be  blogging about what has been happening in my life since my last post,  which will take seriously Seriously SRZLYY long, so I'll be updating  random things I remember most about 2010. For today.. it'll be all about  movies that I remember watching this year.. Not all of 'em are released this year, though most of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm very 'in' this year with movies. I broke my  record of going to the cinema the-most-number-of-times this year. I  don't even remember how many times I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ_frcitI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1ry2EWHO8u0/s1600/how-to-train-your-dragon-mobile-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ_frcitI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1ry2EWHO8u0/s320/how-to-train-your-dragon-mobile-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556467764196838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeap! I think this is my first time watching a movie in 3D. I still remember it was during the last day of trials that I went out w my college friends to watch this. The movie was good. Though the ending was a little tiny biny sad to me. Mmmhmm. Oh and on the same day I watched Shutter Island too. Also my first time watching 2 movies back to back in the cinema. Oh and watching Shutter Island is also the first time I watched a thriller movie IN th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e cinema. HAHA. Many firsts this year for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3bljJoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NJ9rpqlTyZU/s1600/339hdb-pos002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3bljJoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NJ9rpqlTyZU/s320/339hdb-pos002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556473123217548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hmm. Ice Kacang Puppy Love. It was sort of a sudden plan to go and watch this. And again, this is my first time watching a Malaysian film in cinema. (I think I should be supporting M'sian films more XD) Actually at first I really didn't expect much out of this film.. but it really took me by surprise. I expected the story line to be veryy typical. But it wasn't. And the ending is certainly not what you expect it to be. I think the ending made me like the film a lot. After watching the film somehow it made me wanna eat ice kacang. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySF1j7AvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jGPCCgkNCVI/s1600/windowslivewriterthqanddisneypixarsupthevideogamepreview-12031uppcmacfobrgb-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySF1j7AvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jGPCCgkNCVI/s320/windowslivewriterthqanddisneypixarsupthevideogamepreview-12031uppcmacfobrgb-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556476669243097842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yeap! It's a 2009 film. Decided to watch this at home one day since I heard it's really good. And it is. The dog is sooo cutee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I was hiding under your porch because I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; AWWWW!!! It's a really touching movie, though it was a little slow to me. There was a line that made me ponder after watching it. It was something like Russell saying &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most. "&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I think that statement is kinda true.. don't cha think so?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ36d5uCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Pzs69GDV8r0/s1600/white-chicks-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ36d5uCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Pzs69GDV8r0/s320/white-chicks-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556475330530228258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAHA yeahh I know this is super old but I only watched it this year.. The toilet scene is REALLY GOOOD! AHAH! Total thumbs up for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ_WmI0LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ACtw4DiChwQ/s1600/ws_Toy_Story_3_1920x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ_WmI0LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ACtw4DiChwQ/s320/ws_Toy_Story_3_1920x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556467761758654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toy Story 3 is one of the movies I won't be forgetting soon. I give it 5 full stars. It makes you laugh cry and everything. I remember there was a scene that was a little scary too. Yeah. Hee. I love the 3 alienssss! They're soo cutee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ooOOooohhh the clawww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hahah! If you're ever bored at home and pondering on what movie to watch.. this is one movie that can definitely entertain you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3E6zWYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/BytTtFmeF4o/s1600/339hdb-pos002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3x3RJqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kcVw6TV6GAQ/s1600/sepet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3x3RJqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kcVw6TV6GAQ/s320/sepet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556473129197446818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3mZo67I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cq-BCaoFZVI/s1600/tumblr_kr3hghgkhO1qzhsjn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3mZo67I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cq-BCaoFZVI/s320/tumblr_kr3hghgkhO1qzhsjn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556475325143641010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2 Malaysian films again! Really good movies too. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGUS_03I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IRxNikujgbw/s1600/Despicable-Me-Poster-404x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGUS_03I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IRxNikujgbw/s320/Despicable-Me-Poster-404x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556476677493609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PAPOI! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGUHiXuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/87Y7Kwb10ZY/s1600/Megamind_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGUHiXuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/87Y7Kwb10ZY/s320/Megamind_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556476677445541602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRytkljjDwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/skTSh1fpTGs/s1600/the-bucket-list01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRytkljjDwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/skTSh1fpTGs/s320/the-bucket-list01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556506884336455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGAMhlNI/AAAAAAAAAho/p-GVNhywcmc/s1600/You_Again_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRySGAMhlNI/AAAAAAAAAho/p-GVNhywcmc/s320/You_Again_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556476672097752274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3TC8uyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6IGEuhNt82Q/s1600/Prince_Caspian_new_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3TC8uyI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6IGEuhNt82Q/s320/Prince_Caspian_new_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556475319948196642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt;  &lt;a name="qt0522191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0608440/"&gt;Peter Pevensie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Lucky you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1670137/"&gt;Lucy Pevensie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0608440/"&gt;Peter Pevensie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You've seen him. I wish he'd just given me some sort of proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1670137/"&gt;Lucy Pevensie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe we're the ones that need to prove ourselves to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3uidocI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fHlf7yFe-ic/s1600/Inception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3uidocI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fHlf7yFe-ic/s320/Inception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556473128304878018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3eHSWDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hVfK6yPBk_k/s1600/960752Love-in-Disguise-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyQ3eHSWDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hVfK6yPBk_k/s320/960752Love-in-Disguise-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556475322919180338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3jbVEXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sTsAmaS5Suc/s1600/005208937_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyO3jbVEXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sTsAmaS5Suc/s320/005208937_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556473125322166642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-0pGAQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/q4Nr9m9F5z4/s1600/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-The-Voyage-of-the-Dawn-Treader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-0pGAQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/q4Nr9m9F5z4/s320/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-The-Voyage-of-the-Dawn-Treader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556467752644247810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-tngG0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6RDM6pEtpE8/s1600/Resident%2BEvil%2BAfterlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-tngG0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6RDM6pEtpE8/s320/Resident%2BEvil%2BAfterlife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556467750758521666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-iIsikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bCN75xpy3dc/s1600/tangled_rapunzel_poster_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-tngG0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6RDM6pEtpE8/s1600/Resident%2BEvil%2BAfterlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-iIsikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bCN75xpy3dc/s1600/tangled_rapunzel_poster_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-iIsikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bCN75xpy3dc/s1600/tangled_rapunzel_poster_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-iIsikI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bCN75xpy3dc/s320/tangled_rapunzel_poster_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556467747676523074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh this movie is worth watching in 3D. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-tngG0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6RDM6pEtpE8/s1600/Resident%2BEvil%2BAfterlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap. Nearly all the movies I've watched so far in 2010. I personally think every story you hear or movie you watch will change you a little somehow. =) Oh well. Hope I won't forget the lessons (the good ones) learnt through these movies... and the company too. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ-tngG0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6RDM6pEtpE8/s1600/Resident%2BEvil%2BAfterlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7319761711708923563?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7319761711708923563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-i-seriously-dont-have-title-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7319761711708923563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7319761711708923563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-i-seriously-dont-have-title-for.html' title=''/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/TRyJ_frcitI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1ry2EWHO8u0/s72-c/how-to-train-your-dragon-mobile-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7688772006356308708</id><published>2010-01-28T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:31:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingda Ka</title><content type='html'>It's a roller coaster if you're wondering. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been up with life. It's a whole new year woooohooo. Feels the same. Well all I can see ahead of this year is changes.. lots of them. Like they say right? The only constant thing in life is change. How true. By June I'll be done with my A-Levels (and hopefully do good enough) and enter Uni. Uni...that word seemed so distant when I was a kid. Still seems a little distant to me now. However distant it seems that word certainly does fit my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the exams. It's overr!!! Exam was okay... it ate away my whole January. But the papers were alright...except for Physics 2 .... and 4 which I took just now. I just know that I wrote lotsa weird and funny (to my sis and bro) answers in my paper. Different way of thinking ma... The rest were a blur.. but I know for every Bio paper I was blasted either by the aircond or the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel awkward when I blog nowadays. Absent from the blogging world too long maybe? Meanwhile gonna watch moviesssss... and play Nancy Drewsssss... while munching on cookiesssss my sis brought back. Yay XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7688772006356308708?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7688772006356308708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/kingda-ka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7688772006356308708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7688772006356308708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2010/01/kingda-ka.html' title='Kingda Ka'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3863121393866406975</id><published>2009-12-24T20:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:20:47.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn Of Grace</title><content type='html'>Sup peeps. I know it's been a long time since I've updated. Nothing much has been up actually. Life just goes on. Been stuffing myself under books. Exam coming soon and it's starting on 11th Jan. So not really into the festive mood this year. Okay I think all the revisions have made me sound a little gloomy here so just wanna wish everyone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a carol to make things brighter. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6ml_YbgJsQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6ml_YbgJsQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6ml_YbgJsQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3863121393866406975?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3863121393866406975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/dawn-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3863121393866406975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3863121393866406975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/12/dawn-of-grace.html' title='The Dawn Of Grace'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7990435039293766286</id><published>2009-08-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:13:02.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five =D</title><content type='html'>Got my AS results today. Truly by God's grace. Seriously. Was eye-mouth-nose-ear wide open when I saw my results. For a moment there I thought I took the wrong one. Yeah. But gotta keep reminding myself this is just AS, and only 1 unit! If I took 2 units for each subject this time my marks now may have to be divided by two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving test! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;And I got my license already. LOL. Driving can be a fun and annoying thing at the same time I guess.  I failed my road test the first time. I think it was 'cause I was still overjoyed by the fact that my car tyre was actually ON the yellow line on the slope&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I usually don't get that right)&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. And that my car didn't slide down. WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Let's see. Oh. BBQ Night in my college. Theme was Mix &amp;amp; Match. Quite cool I guess. Could see people wearing real wierd stuff... like a guy wearing coconut bra. Uh huh. It was that day that I dug out my closet and realized how some colours DO match. I went like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Why everything suddenly can match one??!"&lt;/span&gt; all the way. But in the end what I wore wasn't really that contrasting. Got dragged to dance. Was vibrating in there instead. LOL But seriously, the dance floor is really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And errr.. 2 weeks ago I think. Was walking into the college compound. Being me I decided to kick a small rock...  for the fun of it.. and I also just felt like running. More like chasing after something. So I kick kick kick like. And I kicked this car's TYRE. It wasn't even the middle, it was the part touching the road. And... the alarm went off!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; I was kinda stunned there for a moment. And then. Yeah. Embarassing. But later when I was running in to report to... whoever. One guy teacher came out with his car keys in his hand. I kinda knew it was his car. And yeah. The alarm stopped. I shall dig a hole in the ground for my head soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to take the train to and from college someday soon. Somehow I like it. But it's really tiring. Maybe it's the independent feeling I guess. I've always taken it with my mum. Ahh well. Maybe I'll dread being independent when I AM actually independent. Talking about independency&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (lol)&lt;/span&gt;. I gotta decide what I'm gonna study.... like REAL soon. It's already end of August. And I'm still in a blur. I get the figure of it but it's still just not crystal clear. Maybe I'll just become those people who take in those new drugs that are still on trial. Can earn lotsa money lehh... just swallow a pill and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my mum lets me go college tomorrow. I wanna do some exercise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7990435039293766286?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7990435039293766286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7990435039293766286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7990435039293766286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-d.html' title='Five =D'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-1494479599632232456</id><published>2009-06-23T21:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:15:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper car!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I went to Times Square (yes i know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;), the first time I ate &lt;strike&gt;petrol&lt;/strike&gt; Gasoline, the first time I went to a theme park.. the first time riding on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; yeah that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;. And it just might be my last too. I really freaked out during the first ride. IT WENT  360 DEGREES!! AHHHH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/span&gt; luckily i didn't during the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a great time today! And a scary one at the same moment. During a ride on a some "DizzyIzzy" sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sandy: I wish this could go on forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Liz: *doesn't dare to open her eyes* STOP IT NOWWWW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I don't think I'll overcome my fear in heights anytime soon. And I think I have phobia on rollercoasters now. I LOVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUMPER CAR&lt;/span&gt; THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hope Sugar Lee will help you to get a sounder sleep somehow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SkDr8d6ezJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/C2qTXIOlMQ0/s1600-h/103xtua_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SkDr8d6ezJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/C2qTXIOlMQ0/s320/103xtua_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350535781370743954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SkDr8u0XxsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qfeKkNx2E0Y/s1600-h/someday._thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SkDr8u0XxsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qfeKkNx2E0Y/s320/someday._thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350535785908520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-1494479599632232456?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1494479599632232456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumper-car.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/1494479599632232456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/1494479599632232456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumper-car.html' title='Bumper car!'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SkDr8d6ezJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/C2qTXIOlMQ0/s72-c/103xtua_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2719819713648604552</id><published>2009-05-27T14:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:44:49.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.5.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;EUNICE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-2719819713648604552?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2719819713648604552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/27509.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2719819713648604552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2719819713648604552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/27509.html' title='27.5.09'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3193337320786734959</id><published>2009-05-20T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:02:48.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Again</title><content type='html'>Haven't watched that movie yet either. Just somehow wanting time to stand still and let me catch my breath.. just in case I'll regret in the future and wanting to be 17 again. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having A Level exam tomorrow NIGHT. First time yo! Should be very interesting.. Seeing the sunset... wait, not like I have time to look out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should bring oil to exam hall tomorrow, lubrication for my brain. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3193337320786734959?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3193337320786734959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3193337320786734959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3193337320786734959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-again.html' title='17 Again'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6516029493988484657</id><published>2009-05-19T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:38:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Don't you just hate the feeling of being misunderstood? And the worse part is you can't explain yourself.. and you'll have to bear with the guilty-yet-not-guilty feel till the next time you explain. I realize the value of old friendships now.. they've seen you through years, and know how you'll react in situations, hence you'll need to worry less about being misunderstood. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Back to Physics... yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(it's quite fun in a way though...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6516029493988484657?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6516029493988484657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/misunderstood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6516029493988484657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6516029493988484657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8197428020950192692</id><published>2009-05-09T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:10:07.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nando</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went KLCC with.. the same bunch.. to eat Nandos. My first time. Yes I know I know, what have I been eating for the past 18 years.. yada yada. But I don't really feel 'left out' or anything. You'll be surprised what other restaurants I haven't tried. I realize I've tried so many of them just these 2 months.. Subway, Carls' Jr.. and paratha. LoL.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; drew this. True story that happened in the LRT on the way to KLCC. &lt;span&gt;Enlarge it for a clearer view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAjkujvnI/AAAAAAAAANg/bnRpei65W6E/s1600-h/Comic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAjkujvnI/AAAAAAAAANg/bnRpei65W6E/s320/Comic+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333810682332954226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me on the left side. Daring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MeiCheen&lt;/span&gt; to do a&lt;br /&gt;chin up on the bar in the LRT and I'll buy her a drink in Nandos.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MeiCheen&lt;/span&gt; doing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;face saying she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAjzf-AiI/AAAAAAAAANo/jpvUIOe6qvk/s1600-h/Comic+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAjzf-AiI/AAAAAAAAANo/jpvUIOe6qvk/s320/Comic+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333810686298292770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while she did it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tian Min&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ryan&lt;/span&gt; claimed she kicked me.&lt;br /&gt;That's me getting 'kicked'&lt;br /&gt;And Tian Min's shock face.&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MeiCheen&lt;/span&gt; is violent.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAkImiPiI/AAAAAAAAANw/aeFUpw_h3SA/s1600-h/Comic+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAkImiPiI/AAAAAAAAANw/aeFUpw_h3SA/s320/Comic+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333810691962977826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MeiCheen&lt;/span&gt; in Nandos.&lt;br /&gt;Me doing the T.T face&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MeiCheen&lt;/span&gt; enjoying her free iced lemon tea with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this comic somehow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MeiCheen &amp;amp; I played 'handminton' after Phy lesson. And just realized we both played the same 2 pieces in our Grd 8 piano exam. XP My dad fetched me while MeiCheen went for her cendol. And I usually sit at the back, when MeiCheen saw she said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eli, why sit at the back?? Respect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I messaged her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Front seat reserved for elders, respect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nope! Must teman the elders sit in front. Respect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Have you ever felt spiritually weary in life? Like somehow you just can't hear God's voice. And the worse part is.. no one is beside you to give any support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I realized something throughout my 1st semester of college. There are things that only old friends can relate to.. and they are the ones that still get you more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wish you were here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-8197428020950192692?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8197428020950192692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/nando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8197428020950192692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8197428020950192692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/nando.html' title='Nando'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SgWAjkujvnI/AAAAAAAAANg/bnRpei65W6E/s72-c/Comic+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-4932784593908719852</id><published>2009-05-09T07:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:12:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical mind</title><content type='html'>I think I should stop being so critical.. on everything. I haven't usually had this kind of critical thinking before in high school.. or has something really hit me that hard till I'm numb towards how others may feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact. I should just consider stop talking. Since all I bring about is just hurt. And sensitive issues. Yeah... maybe I should really do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the feeling like the song title "Who I am hates who I've been"? That's how I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm giving up on you this time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Change my thoughts, Lord.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-4932784593908719852?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4932784593908719852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/critical-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4932784593908719852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4932784593908719852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/critical-mind.html' title='Critical mind'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6206647078956677751</id><published>2009-05-08T02:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:12:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me baby one more time!</title><content type='html'>Met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Huiyi&lt;/span&gt; in Tmn Jaya LRT station today again.... wait I mean yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She missed the previous train.. which I missed too. LoL. And I was gonna go back earlier but stayed back a little while in KL Central.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (thanks again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mei-Cheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; And my mum usually likes to go to the end of the train 'cause there's less people waiting to squeeze in the train there. So ngam Huiyi was also standing outside the err.. trailer I was gonna go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the LRT stopped she was directly in front of me! She looked so serious at that time. LoL I told her about it later in message and she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah my pissed off face right?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; She didn't see me at first. Then when the door opened I called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huiyi..."&lt;/span&gt; and she was... excited LOL. Then we had a brief hug before she went in the LRT and I went out. Very bubbly gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the next time I meet you in the station again, Huiyi! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6206647078956677751?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6206647078956677751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6206647078956677751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6206647078956677751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='Hit me baby one more time!'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-914648502592082600</id><published>2009-05-04T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:13:30.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda mood swings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8SZrC2OpI/AAAAAAAAANI/D9725F5wGkU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8SZrC2OpI/AAAAAAAAANI/D9725F5wGkU/s320/untitled.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332000716090653330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling like the world has turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QLHosPEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dp0hRubEYg4/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QLHosPEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dp0hRubEYg4/s320/untitled6.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998267044281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I think pandas are afraid of heights too.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCWHUj_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qPcIPeYz5_s/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCWHUj_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qPcIPeYz5_s/s320/untitled5.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998116312027122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Feeling just too lazy to do anything.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCFJ00TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H-BoeSM6kok/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCFJ00TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H-BoeSM6kok/s320/untitled4.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998111759126834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Feeling completely exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so me in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCGRSTkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BNrS975g1Oc/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QCGRSTkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BNrS975g1Oc/s320/untitled3.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998112058854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QB0WTCuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8k8_DblT-yc/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QB0WTCuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8k8_DblT-yc/s320/untitled2.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998107248036578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Emo panda. This is a first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QBs1qM5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wCrkSCQfUWc/s1600-h/101106panda_narrowweb__300x357,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8QBs1qM5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wCrkSCQfUWc/s320/101106panda_narrowweb__300x357,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998105232094098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Waiting for the burp to come along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-914648502592082600?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/914648502592082600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/panda-mood-swings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/914648502592082600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/914648502592082600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/panda-mood-swings.html' title='Panda mood swings..'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Sf8SZrC2OpI/AAAAAAAAANI/D9725F5wGkU/s72-c/untitled.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7500444646183798065</id><published>2009-05-03T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:36:03.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour's Day</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to blog about what I did on Labour's Day. My bio teacher said Labour's Day is for you to labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did whole day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wake up at wee hour to chat... about goth clothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well spent Labour's Day &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7500444646183798065?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7500444646183798065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/labours-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7500444646183798065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7500444646183798065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/labours-day.html' title='Labour&apos;s Day'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-5183343866795486066</id><published>2009-05-02T18:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:11:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;21st May&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st June&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd June&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th June&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Core Maths 1&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Core Maths 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which has Lizzie started revising on...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-5183343866795486066?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5183343866795486066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/5183343866795486066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/5183343866795486066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/as.html' title='AS'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6866517889353521518</id><published>2009-05-01T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:34:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer- Ballas Hough Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Put the pain that you have in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I wanna wipe away all the tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got that rhythm in the moves that'll make you hot&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one that gets your heart to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please believe me, that you're the only one I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But everytime I get closer, you push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You said you want me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And every line I step over, you tell me to wait another minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sure don't make this easy to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you need to get a little bit closer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying about the bad times in the past&lt;br /&gt;Try to take the good that you got and make it last&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got that rhythm in the moves that'll make me hot&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that gets my heart to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please believe me, that you're the only one I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But everytime I get closer, you push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You said you want me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And every line I step over, you tell me to wait another minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sure don't make this easy to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you need to get a little bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Closer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And everytime I get closer, you push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You said you want me closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And every line I step over, you tell me to wait another minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sure don't make this easy to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you need to get a little bit closer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you need to get a little bit closer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6866517889353521518?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6866517889353521518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/closer-ballas-hough-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6866517889353521518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6866517889353521518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/05/closer-ballas-hough-band.html' title='Closer- Ballas Hough Band'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-840208640082834546</id><published>2009-04-27T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:17:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nearly spelled trial as trail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm. Just finished my alvl trial exam. Parent-lecturer day coming soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*acts innocent*&lt;/span&gt; Didn't do as well as I had expected. But not really upset by the fact. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm numb to it already I guess, since I usually don't score in my high school papers as well. Not really used to it actually. Just 4 months ago SPM (which was considered a biggie then) just finished.. now here comes another important paper that I can't afford to flunk. BAHNESS &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(haha je learn from you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah. College has been okay I guess. I'm really getting broke by the week since I keep having my breakfast/ lunches/ birthday meals outside. Just last week. I went Subway in KL Central and Carls' Jr in MV. Very the broke lah.. But both were yummy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; First time eating both. It was quite fun actually.. going out with my classmates. I realize you spend an average of 8-9 hours a day in college. While in high school only about 6. Maybe that's why can bond more in college than in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And. I'm in my 7th hour of my driving lesson already. But don't really feel like driving now.. keep getting scolded by instructor. Doesn't he know that it's VERY discouraging? That day I had 2 hours of lesson on the road.. and he kept scolding and scolding. Oh and to add. He scolds me EVERY LESSON. Then I was annoyed. So there was this car who honked me. Two actually. They honked me and overtook me. And I got so pissed I sped up the car and I stared at the people in the car. So this is road rage... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;. Gah. Fine will try not to cultivate this habit next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize I stay up every night but I'm not doing anything productive. I'm really a true panda. Just lazing around through the night and not getting any sleep. Oh wells. Gona go chow and try to do something productive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-840208640082834546?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/840208640082834546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/04/trial-ed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/840208640082834546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/840208640082834546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/04/trial-ed.html' title='Trial-ed'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6240273575847954449</id><published>2009-04-08T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:33:28.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on..</title><content type='html'>I'm holding on God.. I will press on for You..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6240273575847954449?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6240273575847954449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6240273575847954449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6240273575847954449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-on.html' title='Hold on..'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3678640113973972860</id><published>2009-03-29T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:48:21.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Egi gom to Oma gom ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aybMIvVMOa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aybMIvVMOa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=aybMIvVMOa" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=aybMIvVMOa" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=aybMIvVMOa" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=aybMIvVMOa" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/aybMIvVMOa/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/P7xZOk/music/neJ_1Ptk/full-house-full-house-wo-xian-zai/"&gt;Full House - wo xian zai - FULL House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into this song the other day. Just bubble messaged LiJing this song. Sure does bring back the times back in F2 when me &amp;amp; LiJing were goofing around. LOL. This was one of the Korean dramas I liked the most.. it also carries loads of memories with it. &gt;.&lt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to finding the gradient for the line and MORALLLL!!! HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3678640113973972860?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3678640113973972860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-egi-gom-to-oma-gom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3678640113973972860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3678640113973972860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-egi-gom-to-oma-gom.html' title='From Egi gom to Oma gom ^^'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2405927441496547044</id><published>2009-03-26T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:32:33.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~PaNdA~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvwN9siObss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvwN9siObss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue sent me this video quite some time ago. Still cranks me up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-2405927441496547044?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2405927441496547044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2405927441496547044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2405927441496547044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/panda.html' title='~PaNdA~'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-166391983301552363</id><published>2009-03-13T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:21:47.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-fQyw2-7bw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-fQyw2-7bw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFvOFqnZU_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFvOFqnZU_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-166391983301552363?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/166391983301552363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-for-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/166391983301552363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/166391983301552363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3893608926720951296</id><published>2009-03-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:16:27.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been waiting</title><content type='html'>Now that SPM results are already out.. it suddenly dawned me while visiting my class' blog that.. my high school journey really ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back. It was really worth it. Each and every experience in it. I wouldn't wanna experience it elsewhere. It was really nice, lining up with your old classmates. Sitting down on the floor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which you don't really get that often in college)&lt;/span&gt;, listening to their jokes.. it's really something that won't be replaced that easily in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting my results today. I was rather calm. I was thinking of how I received my PMR results. Actually.. somehow it was a little incy tiny winy bit similar as to when I got my PMR results. I was the 3rd one to be getting it, since my initial is E. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; I was expecting to slowly count everything and absorb it all in. But Pn.Yap smiled to me and broke the news for me. It was a good thing she did than having me calm down and shut all the noise out just to count everything. I practically went like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;when she told me. And I kinda told it to the whole line. My class la. LoL. I wanted to tell like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Huiyi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ShuYing&lt;/span&gt; and a few more peeps. But at the end it's like the whole row heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord!! For being so gracious unto me. Till now it's still a wonder. And also, thanks to my family with all the support, and also to my friends, especially close ones.. throughout all these years. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and congrats to my bro too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3893608926720951296?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3893608926720951296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3893608926720951296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3893608926720951296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ve been waiting'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-3013112112510293799</id><published>2009-03-12T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:15:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can really talk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT &lt;/span&gt;when it comes to this topic. But what compelled me to write this post was 'cause of something that happened to me today in college. But more on that later since I'm saving the messages to those people later. Wouldn't wanna waste my readers time on those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's very hard to find a best friend they say. Very true. I gave up on mine, because for now, I think there isn't such a thing as a best friend. So far I think only 1 person knows this. It was kinda funny actually. I believed in all the best friend thingy since F1. And then last year, coming up to F5. All those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discouraging-best-friends statements&lt;/span&gt; came coming in. 6 in total. All are alike. And funny how the timing was. ALL the statements were made to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN THE SAME YEAR&lt;/span&gt;! It's like an average of 2 months one statement comes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But what made it have its mark on me was... all came from very very very close friends. Can you imagine your bestie sitting in front of you and pouring her heart out saying there's no such thing as a bestie? Imagine what I felt then... But somehow I think God was preparing me for something bigger I had to face. Yeap. All 6 of 'em. And the 7th one... let's just say I let that one slip off my hands.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And today. Hail. Comes the college mates. Right in front of me. Backstabbing. Ah hah. Does that ring back an unwanted memory of your past? They actually talked about me beside me. So I guess you can consider that sidestab or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To the point. I guess some people really don't change from their high school. And for goodness sake! It's only been 3 months and you already have something bad to talk about people??? But now instead of feeling angry or anything that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULD&lt;/span&gt; have felt in high school, I'm just letting it go. Not because I'm desperate for friends in my college. Yeah I did thought about what Jesus would ask me to do. But, I actually felt fed up of all these people. I'm really fed up of pleasing them. And now I know. For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THOSE&lt;/span&gt; kinda backstabbers. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO-NO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To you 3 girls aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;backstabbers&lt;/span&gt;. Stop pretending. And 2 of you who just listened while the other opened her mouth and yapped away, how can you even laugh if&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; were really a friend? I really hope someday&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;will know how it feels. Not that I'm hoping it would pay back. But really, I hope that would be the ultimate lesson for you on how it feels. And one among the 2 of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't understand how you can just sit and laugh still when  yourself told me on how &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;friends backstabbed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. You never wanna learn do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And for the one that opened her mouth. I hope&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt; will learn the lesson some day too. Don't get me wrong. I will still help you if you need help. But no. Nothing more than that anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've been a loner lately. And I don't mind being one. I've sorta 'trained' that habit in F5. So for goodness sake college peeps. Just because I don't open up my mouth doesn't mean I'm emo (but thank you though, for the ones that are really concerned) , it doesn't imply i don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; either. And to you know who you are, my smile is only reserved for those who really care and DON'T BACKSTAB and when someone really needs it. So stop relating my moodiness and me not smiling. I know my smile is very attrative thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-3013112112510293799?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/3013112112510293799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3013112112510293799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/3013112112510293799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2388920238062462519</id><published>2009-03-10T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:08:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nope I wasn't one. Sandy was. Had the charity basketball competition today. Having another one tomorrow. It's not a knock out game. We get to play against every single team. The first team really made me pant A LOT. They were basketball representatives for their previous school btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;=X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lost that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The second game my team mates, Sandy &amp;amp; Ying Ying managed to win 4-3. I scored TWO!!! XD Didn't even run after I got the ball, shot from where I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, but I fell down. Yeap it was bleeding. But managed to conitnue on playing. Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM A WOWMAN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; LoLLL. I kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'slided'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; But doing okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The 3rd game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes we played it continually)&lt;/span&gt;. It had to be delayed to tomorrow 'cause Ying Ying had cramp. This game was.. kinda like hugging the ball game. The opponent really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; HUGGED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; the ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. Pass also hug you know. How to snatch? Also there were some complications to that hugging thingy. We managed to score one so far. Tomorrow there will be about 4 minutes left to the game. Hope to score more. I really like my team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Through all the leech bites, bruises, mosquito bites, the scrapping of my right leg on the floor while playing today, I can say that my leg is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;遍体鳞伤. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now I truly understand what it means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So. This week is gonna be SOO full. All the best to my team tomorrow!! XD Oh and all the best to MeiYih in her first term exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-2388920238062462519?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2388920238062462519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/survivor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2388920238062462519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2388920238062462519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2684198852225871415</id><published>2009-03-08T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:00:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Brownie!!!</title><content type='html'>Will explain the name later &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Just came back from Orientation Camp. When we arrived there, we were racing with the rain to pitch up our tents. It's simpler than I thought. Fun actually. And then we went to chill in the canteen. And when the rain stopped, we went to play the swings!! Whee. Jane can really swing like 90 degrees back and forth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt; What can I say? Lower inertia. I 'swang' too. LoL. I know it's not a word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Very fun. Later at night we had the 'No Apologies' talk. Very fun. Played the string game. You didn't even need to move at all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. At about 11. We went.....JUNGLE TREKKING! I know, why midnight right? The best reason I could come up with is that they're trying to add to the atmosphere. All dark around you so you can't see whether any leech has bitten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all in 1 line. But not that 2 can walk in pairs there. I was near the back. But not any worries actually, since there were guys at the back and some REALLY helpful guys were there to help in the slopes. And also people front and back of you will look out for you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt; The up part was challenging, but the coming down part was plain scary!!! Imagine if one person falls. We'll all domino down the slopes. There were 3 scary slopes, the first one we went through was level 1, the second one level 2, and the third one which was our last challenge for the jungle trekking was level 20. It seemed like a near 90 degree slope to me. 4 guys were there to help everyone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*salute*&lt;/span&gt; It really takes sacrifice to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize when going down the slopes, it's like trials in our life. And the guys who were all ready there to take our hand down it said "It's ok, just hold my hand" It's like what God would have said in our times of trials. Something I realized in that jungle trekking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back Duhenjran and Deeban scared the panda out of me. Grrrr. When we walked back it was already 1.10. Ate red bean soup. Bathed. It was 3.30. And only could my tentmates and I cuddle in our... our... shelter. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 the next day by the whistle. Which served as our morning call. Me and my tentmates were wondering why so early blow one. And it went on and on and on. And we were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"eh googogo out" &lt;/span&gt;We all rushed out with our slippers. And when we were all ready and looked around&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"eh?why no one wan?" "they all still sleeping la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then we went back to sleep a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had the 'No Apologies' talk again. And later our stream trotting was canceled. We trotted the one nearby though. And then a few of us followed Ms.Angeline and Ms.Jennifer to the higher part of the stream. Really clear water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSYDMANlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AvZxT9KrS0Y/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSYDMANlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AvZxT9KrS0Y/s320/DSC02019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819696214292050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The water was really cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSWzfCQJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q1YpudND4Fg/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSWzfCQJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q1YpudND4Fg/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819674819281042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSXi20kAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0h7dbSxF5P4/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSXi20kAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0h7dbSxF5P4/s320/DSC02018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819687535513602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chang Hui&lt;br /&gt;Also my tentmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSXNeMrGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7tyLRdct5A8/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSXNeMrGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7tyLRdct5A8/s320/DSC02015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819681795091554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms Angeline in front&lt;br /&gt;and Ms. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;leading the way XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSY2Wp2JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VDE4cEfW5cs/s1600-h/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSY2Wp2JI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VDE4cEfW5cs/s320/DSC02024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819709949171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gals who went up.&lt;br /&gt;And later was joined by more people&lt;br /&gt;who took the long way up the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZZqQJxaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9coQU7yOeX0/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZZqQJxaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9coQU7yOeX0/s320/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827420461942178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZaEmp1TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mMFHyfLgDbU/s1600-h/DSC02027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZaEmp1TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mMFHyfLgDbU/s320/DSC02027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827427535639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really good in splashing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZajYiU_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVTc_jMWHCE/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZajYiU_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVTc_jMWHCE/s320/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827435797926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZaxp9M3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EHDFHtP5JDM/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZaxp9M3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EHDFHtP5JDM/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827439629087602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZbePmChI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8GfqXHRObeE/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPZbePmChI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8GfqXHRObeE/s320/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827451598113298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note me on the left. Wondering&lt;br /&gt;what I'm doing right? We were all saying&lt;br /&gt;some people go under water and fake that&lt;br /&gt;we're dead bodies under water. The rest would&lt;br /&gt;give the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=X&lt;/span&gt; look. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjMYPS34I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NBLqNG6J4eY/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjMYPS34I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NBLqNG6J4eY/s320/DSC02090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310838187404484482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to Mr.Brownie!! The leech.&lt;br /&gt;But no la, not the leech that bit me. I had&lt;br /&gt;2 leech bite. This leech was one of the things&lt;br /&gt;we had to look for to gain points for our&lt;br /&gt;groups. 20 points lehh. Yeap and I took care&lt;br /&gt;of it and named it. Sandy named her fish and&lt;br /&gt;tadpole too. Ms King Fisher Jr. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjM-c1wTI/AAAAAAAAAII/GVkrL6UHmo0/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjM-c1wTI/AAAAAAAAAII/GVkrL6UHmo0/s320/DSC02092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310838197661843762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ying square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjNSTpw4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RAm4-RQYfQs/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjNSTpw4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RAm4-RQYfQs/s320/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310838202992018306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjN_tJ_uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q2CHYHxKjgc/s1600-h/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPjN_tJ_uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q2CHYHxKjgc/s320/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310838215178583778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note his pants. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;People playing with toothpaste while&lt;br /&gt;guys were slepping in the bus.&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/3735950820123177290-2684198852225871415?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2684198852225871415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrbrownie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2684198852225871415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2684198852225871415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrbrownie.html' title='Mr.Brownie!!!'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SbPSYDMANlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AvZxT9KrS0Y/s72-c/DSC02019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8432788746554736172</id><published>2009-03-06T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:26:06.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grain</title><content type='html'>This headache is literally &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;KILLING ME&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. It's been around for like what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 WEEK!!&lt;/span&gt; It is plain annoying. And sleeping doesn't really help. Staying up doesn't either if you're asking LoL. I never planted any grain before wor why la the grain come to me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing to add to it. My cough is very stubborn towards antibiotics and refuses to leave me alone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(bad cough!!) &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. And so my cough is pretty scary&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (at least to me and my mum)&lt;/span&gt;. When you see me cough you'll think I'm an asthma person. But am not. And it's been around for 1 month. I would say it's much better than it started off. Just a few weeks ago I was wondering whether I could actually cough till I vomit, 'cause I really felt like vomiting every time I coughed. But didn't. And then came yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping like a panda. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Fine pandas don't sleep)&lt;/span&gt; And then the cough attacked me again. It's usual for me to suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and get the cough 'seizure' . So yesterday I woke up and started coughing again. And then I took in some water. But it wouldn't stop. And then I think I inhaled too much air and POOP. I vomited. Not on the floor la. Managed to 'contain' my emm.. you-know-what and rush to the toilet. Vomited once again before telling my mum. And then back to pandaland.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; (WOOO new word!!)&lt;/span&gt; But I didn't feel the urge to vomit again. So I guess it's just me inhaling too much air while coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Conclusion: Hypothesis is accepted. You can cough till you vomit due to too much inhaled air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and won't be around the weekend till Sunday. Doubt I'll be online on Sunday too. Going for Orientation Camp. I know I know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why your orientation never end one?&lt;/span&gt; Gonna end already la... with the March intake coming in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*headacheeeeeee*&lt;/span&gt; GAH. Haven't PACKKK!! Summore I wanna type out one more post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain tells me not to go 'cause of the headache yet my heart wants to go 'cause of the experience. I never experienced real CAMPING in TENTS before. Going for the experience. And I think I need a break from the studies too. And more fresh O2 for my brain. And also time to talk more with God. And also, the calm before the storm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(SPM results)&lt;/span&gt; . Anyway, got another post to rush to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-8432788746554736172?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8432788746554736172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8432788746554736172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8432788746554736172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-grain.html' title='My Grain'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6010689019541213860</id><published>2009-03-01T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:37:52.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Magician- Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>A very fun song to hear. Current favorite song. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;魔術先生- 周杰倫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNdtckRHZ1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNdtckRHZ1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你舉手 你抬頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;你說我選我選我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 手上鎖 又掙脫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你仍一臉迷惑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 吹個風 手一鬆 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 那硬幣竟失蹤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 一鞠躬 那掌聲 拍得凶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 手交錯 輕輕碰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 戒指換手移動&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 給觀眾 一個夢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 訝異中有笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 手穿海報卻不拿漢堡 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 反而拿出牛仔帽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你永遠都 猜不著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 每當我在臺上演出人體漂浮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你就在台下偷偷吃我的泡芙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 等待白鴿飛出&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 再將愛說清楚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 啊 讀你讀你讀 心想啥事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 用古典迫牌方式&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我手法精緻 爱尔姆支 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 雷一百分的姿勢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 誰說戀愛別 找魔術師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我不需要解釋 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 所以他小丑 我是大師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你舉手 你抬頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你說我選我選我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 我將牌 換顏色&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 變出你的選擇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 將自由的女神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 變不見 不稀奇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 101變不見 才驚喜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 手攤開 帽子裏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 總能空手出牌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 不管切 多少牌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 總能切得回來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 手穿海報 卻不拿漢堡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 反而拿出牛仔帽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 你永遠都 猜不著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 不要問我到底什麼才是真的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 我變給你看的感情才是真的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 因為無時無刻 我只想你快樂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;啊 讀你讀你讀 心想啥事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 用古典迫牌方式&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我手法精緻 爱尔姆支&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 雷一百分的姿勢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 誰說戀愛別 找魔術師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我不需要解釋&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 所以他小丑 我是大師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 啊 讀你讀你讀 心想啥事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 用古典迫牌方式&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我手法精緻 爱尔姆支 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 雷一百分的姿勢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 誰說戀愛別 找魔術師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我不需要解釋 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 所以不用麻煩了 不用麻煩了 不用麻煩了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;啊 讀你讀你讀 心想啥事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 用古典迫牌方式&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我手法精緻 爱尔姆支 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 雷一百分的姿勢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 誰說戀愛別 找魔術師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 我不需要解釋 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 所以他小丑 我是大師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits belong to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jay-chou.net/" target="_blank"&gt;www.jay-chou.net&lt;/a&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/3735950820123177290-6010689019541213860?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6010689019541213860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrmagician-jay-chou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6010689019541213860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6010689019541213860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrmagician-jay-chou.html' title='Mr.Magician- Jay Chou'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7894092925197451803</id><published>2009-02-28T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:49:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Address</title><content type='html'>Just mailed stuff to a friend overseas. Seeing the address, which didn't have postcode nor address (now I know why)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bro: Wah, no postcode no address one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Liz: Yeah, hope they don't leave it on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they don't~ and I find overseas punya address very nice and sweet. LoL. Actually my college's one also quite nice. Brickfields. Suitable name actually. Know why? (it's my own theory actually) It used to be a field but now all building. Building got brick ma. So Brickfields loh. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7894092925197451803?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7894092925197451803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7894092925197451803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7894092925197451803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/address.html' title='Address'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-1483348444305045864</id><published>2009-02-27T19:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:53:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fas la ter</title><content type='html'>LoL. I came up with that word today. While waiting for me and MeiYih's turn in the post office which shouldn't have been our turn. Know why? 'Cause we actually get to go before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 PEOPLE BEFORE US. GEEZ!!!&lt;/span&gt; 1/2 and hour of our livesss..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWEAvtREI/AAAAAAAAACo/4ISlnVp33zc/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWEAvtREI/AAAAAAAAACo/4ISlnVp33zc/s320/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307446050287338562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWEs5B2yI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkP0fj2JBYc/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWEs5B2yI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkP0fj2JBYc/s320/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307446062137596706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;equals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWE4lR_OI/AAAAAAAAADA/wHVMgf2XR0o/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWE4lR_OI/AAAAAAAAADA/wHVMgf2XR0o/s320/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307446065275993314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY MEIYIH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWFWF9lHI/AAAAAAAAADI/o-LpwS_JZZs/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWFWF9lHI/AAAAAAAAADI/o-LpwS_JZZs/s320/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307446073197696114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz: Burp &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*blows to meiyih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYfRYiujI/AAAAAAAAADQ/s2Mnyu02Cwc/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYfRYiujI/AAAAAAAAADQ/s2Mnyu02Cwc/s320/DSC01988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307448717633305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Colour Of Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYgab9iNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uP1zEC0eTe8/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYgab9iNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uP1zEC0eTe8/s320/DSC01991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307448737243433170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spamerette in action. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYgpnemUI/AAAAAAAAADw/m1NcAyyMAGU/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafYgpnemUI/AAAAAAAAADw/m1NcAyyMAGU/s320/DSC01992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307448741318269250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafckYrg2SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/I76yucZsE8E/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafckYrg2SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/I76yucZsE8E/s320/DSC01993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307453203537778978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuff to be stuffed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safck2uXFFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BNggOY1Cf-E/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safck2uXFFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BNggOY1Cf-E/s320/DSC01995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307453211602785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SaftzCaNJBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aLIjelNpn54/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SaftzCaNJBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aLIjelNpn54/s320/DSC01998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307472146955314194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Liz: Aiyo paper cannot fit in la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meiyih: Cut the side wavey like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *cut cut cut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*meiyih takes cut paper and writes on it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Liz: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to&lt;br /&gt;enlarge it and see what she wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafecwCWYLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qSja8H0QRno/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafecwCWYLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qSja8H0QRno/s320/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455271391879346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought she would be hungary then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafcknGXsbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gBwBEDHKg2o/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafcknGXsbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gBwBEDHKg2o/s320/DSC01994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307453207408521650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*...sealed with love*&lt;/span&gt; LoL&lt;br /&gt;she was writing on tissue fyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safp2UO54BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9q_7Kz5CemA/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safp2UO54BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9q_7Kz5CemA/s320/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307467805232848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We managed to wrap it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafedvrC72I/AAAAAAAAAE4/f9awYvZZWIY/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafedvrC72I/AAAAAAAAAE4/f9awYvZZWIY/s320/DSC02001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455288474005346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy MeiYih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safed87ByuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-kYTtaVIfOA/s1600-h/DSC02002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/Safed87ByuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-kYTtaVIfOA/s320/DSC02002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307455292030700258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The longest recepit I've ever got. The machine went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"chng chng chng chng chng chng chng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chng chng chng chng chng chng chng chng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chng chng chng chng chng chng chng chng chng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chng chng chng chng chng chng chng chbg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chng chng chng chng chng chng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and chng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the picture LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel super sampat with meiyih today LOL. Let's do it again next time ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;We're so gonna get it from her for writing her name like that LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can these pictures count in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;365 day journal&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-1483348444305045864?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/1483348444305045864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/fas-la-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/1483348444305045864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/1483348444305045864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/fas-la-ter.html' title='Fas la ter'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SafWEAvtREI/AAAAAAAAACo/4ISlnVp33zc/s72-c/DSC01983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-2122157557951459344</id><published>2009-02-24T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:31:19.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's ark</title><content type='html'>Today my Chemistry teacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Do you know why it's getting hotter and hotter these days?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, being typical science student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Global warming!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he wrote on the whiteboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"The rainbow is God's promise that he would never..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended his sentence there and told everyone briefly the story of Noah's ark, how God flooded the whole world and only Noah and his family survived. So God used the rainbow as a promise that he would not destroy the world through flood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he added below the sentence he wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"This time it will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O &lt;/span&gt;So true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-2122157557951459344?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/2122157557951459344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/noahs-ark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2122157557951459344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/2122157557951459344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/noahs-ark.html' title='Noah&apos;s ark'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8087821083594686619</id><published>2009-02-13T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:30:23.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;College college college. Feels like I've already had enough of it. Been very irritable lately. Partly because of the cough I'm having that wants to stay. Aih, what to do? My body internal environment eg pH, O2 level, temperature too suitable for them. Sorry. Bio info stuck in head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;College had OB (Orientation Ball) Night audition this week. I really miss handling PA. =( My college peeps have got talent. And I just found out we have a Dance Club. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(O.O)&lt;/span&gt; Time to lose weight Liz. And now that the new basketball court is up, I'll have to find anyone that's interested to hoot with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;On the brighter note for the week. (Other than me finding the section for english fiction books in the library) I met Huiyi today!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XDDDDD&lt;/span&gt; Met her in the Tmn Jaya LRT Station. LOL. Really didn't expect that to happen. Felt like some 'high school' part of me triggered on again. Intro-ed her to my mum and stuff. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SZWVDEkSZeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Aux1XfiURA/s1600-h/2328964716_6cf7147b5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SZWVDEkSZeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Aux1XfiURA/s320/2328964716_6cf7147b5f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302308016296715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonder when I'm gonna meet ShuYing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeap..we do move on.&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/3735950820123177290-8087821083594686619?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8087821083594686619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/impulse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8087821083594686619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8087821083594686619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/impulse.html' title='Impulse'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SZWVDEkSZeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9Aux1XfiURA/s72-c/2328964716_6cf7147b5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6975242871415510173</id><published>2009-02-13T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:48:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived of sleep</title><content type='html'>Body sick. Now comp also sick . GAH. *grumble grumble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6975242871415510173?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6975242871415510173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/deprived-of-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6975242871415510173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6975242871415510173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/deprived-of-sleep.html' title='Deprived of sleep'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-5094033696643099870</id><published>2009-02-06T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:56:46.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie got ragged</title><content type='html'>Tell me about it. Had ragging this whole week. Seniors ragging juniors of course. Well... in a way it's to make college life more interesting. And we- the newbies, had to get at least 60 signatures from our seniors. And well, they rag you then. I only got 6 and I was already fed up. So yeap. Will get punishment again from them next week. Not really taking it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, from the 6 signatures I had to get, 2 wanted lame jokes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(guess what? I told both of them the same joke and they laughed their heads off. The vampire joke never fails XD)&lt;/span&gt;, one wanted me to propose to someone &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(thank God not on my knees)&lt;/span&gt;, one wanted me to shout &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"XX ROCKS"&lt;/span&gt; 5 times, one wanted me to sing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"I kissed"&lt;/span&gt; , and the last one just willingly gave me. Cheers to him! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;My other friends got worse. But of course they got more signatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention. We had to ARRIVE in college 7.15 for the whole week. It's like waking up for high school or something. Or they'll punish you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(punish punish punish GAH)&lt;/span&gt; First day of ragging we had to do duck walk and run around the basketball court 6 rounds. Lizzie totally knocked out after that. And my legs are experiencing a very nice ache indeed. Climb up stairs like old grandma, climb down stairs like limping. Very nice. Somemore not like we don't have to climb up down up up up down for periods you know. It adds the 'cherry' to the ache I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day. We had to wear our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL UNIFORMS&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thrilled when I heard it. 'Cause I find my uniform really comfortable. And I really wanted to 'relive' the high school moments just for one more day. But the sore throat got me and I was absent that day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. We already heard that we would get wet. So everyone was either in black or in shorts yada yada. And in the morning, they said they didn't have permission to wet us. Yeap. Turned out to be a prank. 'Cause they really did wet us after college. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOO&lt;/span&gt;! And let me tell you. It's not the seniors splashing you with water that is scary. It's the reaction of the people when the seniors are splashing them and you are all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SQUASHED&lt;/span&gt; in between them. Really a scary moment. The senior cornered us all. And obviously you wouldn't wanna be the one on the side. And so everyone push push push, and somehow we all formed a circle. That's where I got squashed and totally freaked out. But... I have to admit.. it was fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up. College is starting to sink in. The&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; miss-high-school-feeling&lt;/span&gt; doesn't kick in as hard as it did during the first few weeks. Plus the homeworks and tests will keep you all focused on the moment. I really dowanna make the same mistake I did during F4 &amp;amp; F5- slacking behind studies and homework. Well. I can say I made a good start for the year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-5094033696643099870?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/5094033696643099870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lizzie-got-ragged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/5094033696643099870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/5094033696643099870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lizzie-got-ragged.html' title='Lizzie got ragged'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-6380431201972591029</id><published>2009-01-28T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:28:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverdance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaHmcCp77JE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaHmcCp77JE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I could do this, I'm pretty sure I'll annoy everyone in the examination hall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-6380431201972591029?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/6380431201972591029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/riverdance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6380431201972591029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/6380431201972591029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/riverdance.html' title='Riverdance'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-8400820082963034859</id><published>2009-01-26T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:12:59.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Home- Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0ykm1v9xbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0ykm1v9xbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I’ve got my memories&lt;br /&gt;Always inside of me&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I believe now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come too far&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Created for a place&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m finally&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Belief over misery&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the enemy&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Back to how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;And I got my heart&lt;br /&gt;Set on&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes wide&lt;br /&gt;It’s not over yet&lt;br /&gt;We are miracles&lt;br /&gt;And we’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m finally&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;And now after all&lt;br /&gt;My searching&lt;br /&gt;After all my questions&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna call it home&lt;br /&gt;I got a brand new mindset&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;The sunset&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna call it home&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m finally&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve found it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;color:#800000;" &gt;I’ve come too far&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, this is home&lt;/span&gt;&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/3735950820123177290-8400820082963034859?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/8400820082963034859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-home-switchfoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8400820082963034859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/8400820082963034859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-home-switchfoot.html' title='This Is Home- Switchfoot'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7069572066580948875</id><published>2009-01-24T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:17:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Lizzie love holidays?</title><content type='html'>Might sound like a wierd question. Who wouldn't love holidays? FYI, I didn't use to like holidays during my secondary school days. To me high school was F-U-N. And holidays were pretty much unnecessary for me. I dreaded it actually. I mean you get to see your friends in school and goof around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for NOW. In college. Things have really thightened up. And a break is really what I need now. In fact I'm back to college on the 29th. Or I might be traveling back to Penang then. Not sure about the plans yet. But really, breaks are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gooooooooooodddd&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. This week has been quite cool actually. Had Physics test. Not expecting much from it. Yeap. I was plainly relying on my high school basics. Bio test was postponed. And erm. My class seems quite united. But now looking at some facebook pictures of my friends', I'll say that maybe everywhere it's the same. We celebrated one of my classmates' birthday on Friday. Everyone wore pink or red. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I finished playing Nancy Drew and the Castle of Malloy. I'm not actually a Nancy Drew fan, but when I saw my sis playing some game in it, plus me reading the description of the game, I just tried for fun. But, to me it's a bit disapointing. But the ending a bit sad la. Yeap. So now you guys know why I take so long to reply you on MSN. =p paiseh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. It's only the 3rd week of college. I'm already in 6th chapter of Maths. Talk bullet airplane. My math teacher reminds me of Pn.Sim. =) And I've been VERY guai to do ALL my homework. Just that I can't seem to really pay attention in class. I'm better off understanding the concepts at home. I should really cut back on my naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I sound like I'm in bad mood in every post. Don't know why. A friend of mine in college said I rarely smile during certain days. But when I'm in good mood, I'm really good in expressing. And that... when I laugh sth sth sth. Yeap. That's my latest style I guess. Smiling less. Don't misunderstand me next time if I don't really smile or talk much, not that I m shong you or anything. It's just the me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7069572066580948875?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7069572066580948875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-lizzie-love-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7069572066580948875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7069572066580948875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-lizzie-love-holidays.html' title='Does Lizzie love holidays?'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-4190821995430782333</id><published>2009-01-23T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:22:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current favourite picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SXicKYptQBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nWt5cKWgYmo/s1600-h/n1176902020_305620_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SXicKYptQBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nWt5cKWgYmo/s320/n1176902020_305620_1562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294153064204025874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AWWWW. Makes me miss high school more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;And Huiyi too LoL. She called me the other night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my brother&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi calls&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie gets excited and picks up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Liz: Hellooo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Huiyi: ELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;IIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bro beside me: Whoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blog more tomorrow. I realized I'm 'quite' free on Friday. Wouldn't say totally free, after they go change my class timetable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-4190821995430782333?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4190821995430782333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-favourite-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4190821995430782333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4190821995430782333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-favourite-picture.html' title='Current favourite picture'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NAHWjucCHSo/SXicKYptQBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nWt5cKWgYmo/s72-c/n1176902020_305620_1562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-903451152724297222</id><published>2009-01-18T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:29:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@.@</title><content type='html'>I can knock out here right in front of the comp.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =.="&lt;/span&gt; Waited WHOLE DAY and no one showed up. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized my understanding in Physics is getting worse. Gah. Plus it's the easy topic. Will have test for each subject this week. Gotta stay up. But... I'M ADDICTED TO NANCY DREW GAME NOW! GAHH! So nice to play. Thanks to my sis. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I've been online for 7 hours straight. No wonder I'm starting to get headache already. Boo. Gotta make an important phone call later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shakes own head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XUAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Our 10th anniversary&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-903451152724297222?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/903451152724297222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/903451152724297222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/903451152724297222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='@.@'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-4651189055766528590</id><published>2009-01-16T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:06:53.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does Liz feel on the 2nd week of college?</title><content type='html'>This post might sound a little dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Am doing great in college. Adapted back to sleeping-late-and-getting-up-early routine again. In fact I'm even waking up before time. But somehow I'm always 5 minutes late for college... due to the jams. Darn the jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this week. I lost my name tag once and I forgot to bring my tag twice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*lizzie sees her money flying away*&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. You will get a fine for not bringing your tag. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt; And I realized that for A Levels, you really gotta study EVERYDAY. Because if you don't, you won't get what the lecturer is saying the next day. And yeap, they still keep piling up homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all my lecturers already know me by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taking attendence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"XX"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*raise hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"YY"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*raise hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Elizabeth"&lt;/span&gt; before I can raise hand they go like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ohh.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*marks a tick*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IELTS listening test today was a little funny. We're to listen to this lecture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ang mo with a slang)&lt;/span&gt;. When everyone was looking at Question 1, the lecturer is already saying the answer to Question3. Everyone was like huh huh huh? LoL. Guess I'll have to buck up a little on my grammar. I'm trying to cultivate the habbit nowadays of reading. Currently reading "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" XD Really good book. I'll tell you whether I'm kissing dating goodbye when I finish the book. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till CNY comes. HOLIDAY! But my college the third day need to go back already. =.=" And guess what I realized today. My college library has no story books at all. Even if there are, it's all Shakespears. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you shake Britney and you get Shakespears, cool eh?)&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. Was 'hunting' for story books today afternoon, hoping to borrow some back to read. I guess they REALLY want us just to borrow back reference books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I so need to exercise. No PJK= No sweat. But the change of class for each period helps a little. From 3rd floor climb back to 1st floor and from 1st floor fly up to 2nd floor and sometimes even crawl back to the 3rd floor. And we have to bring our bags along too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they're as heavy as high school's, believe me)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure about my schedule at the current moment. But do hope that my IELTS class is in the morning. So I can leave earlier during Fridays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, that's about it. Oh no, just remembered Bio homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-4651189055766528590?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/4651189055766528590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-liz-feel-on-2nd-week-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4651189055766528590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/4651189055766528590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-liz-feel-on-2nd-week-of.html' title='How does Liz feel on the 2nd week of college?'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3735950820123177290.post-7053745400302773260</id><published>2009-01-10T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:37:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When did Lizzie first started driving?</title><content type='html'>Yeap. Went for my 6 hours of amali today. 3 hours on the maintainence of the car. The other 3 hours on the road. Well, not exactly road, would have stone there. In the driving school punya road. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out I'll not have much time to do this 6 hour thingy during weekdays since I'll be finishing college 4 everyday, so today's the right time. The room was packed. But then divided into those that wanted to listen in English or Malay. Mr.Vijay was funny alright... ahhaha. Can remember a few funny examples of some students. But have to share face to face only will be funny. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; But I still don't know how to differentiate a carburretor and a starter motor... or a distributor.. and stuff like that. They all look the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to do our thumb print. And suddenly. I saw a student driving a Kelisa. Still in his L liscense, he suddenly swerved and banged a DHL Van, and the van banged the Gen 2 in front of it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt; huh? To add on to it, the poor guy turned his stering summore (I think he must have freaked out, I would have) and he swerved to his right summore and banged unto another Kelisa L car which had no one in it. That was quite a scene to see on the first day of driving I must say. Was stunned there for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I MET BRUDA JEWEL! XD She straightened her hair. She went for her Undang. Should've went with her. Would have so much fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were put in groups. It's really a random thing. Fern told me once divide into groups, but all girls. Well... not exactly in mine. I'm the only girl in my group with all guys. Yeap. But wasn't awkward or anything. The guys looked friendly. Actually got 3 of them look quite yeng. AHHA. Got to meet this guy, he asked me to call him Fuzzy. He's been away from M'sia for 18 years so he has an American accent. Very nice. Would love to have that someday. Yeap. Really a friendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to the driving part. Well, I wasn't the first one in my group to drive. So got to learn from the 'mistakes' made. Yeap. But I 'sei fo' 3 times. Drove about 10 minutes I guess. The guy said when I was in the roundabout that my stering rocked... okay so he didn't say rock, but in other words he meant that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I guess the race cars I played in Pyramid during F2 with LiJing DID help after all. LoL. But gotta get used to the clutch thingy. It's abit confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... LIZZIE BAKED COOKIES yesterday. Hehe. I still remember my first time baking during F3... sweet memories.. man I really miss my F3 pals. Oh well I gotta go catch up with my homework. Teachers keep piling up homework, like building house like that so can't slack as much as last year... shuying not around to push me to do homework no more... i'm all alone now on that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt; usually Huiyi will pui me not doing homework also. 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I'll have to settle down with this blog skin at the moment till I find a decent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay what's been up since last year. It's 2009! And.. I'm in college now. Had my first week. Was okay one I guess. Better than I thought it would be. I was a little late during Orientation, so the hall was nearly full when I reached. But I just walked in, without looking at anyone. So I think I gave the impression to people there that I was a little unfriendly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; The first day I wore a pink button up shirt, the one with the collar. Like going to work. But with jeans. And later I met a gal she's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; "Today when you walked in, I started to notice you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "Why??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Because you dress up quite cool." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; *Lizzie flattered* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the same comment another time in the week. HAHA. Got to know a few friends. I must say in college, people tend to be more friendly. Initiating conversations, or issit just me? LoL. Yeap. MeiYih, you're right, I'll treasure that friendship &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd day of college we started the lessons. My class seems quite lively. And the timetable looks short. But actually each period is 1 hour. Not like high school. On Wednesday I had 2 horus of Physics. Equivalent to 4 periods of Physics in high school. And.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS PN.SIM&lt;/span&gt;! Very not used to the time. But I felt a little sleepy throughout. I'm not used to not waking up at 12 everyday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Biology was ok. But really need to brush up on F5 work. Chemistry was ok too. And fun...since I nailed how to balance equations with wierd numbers. Maths, I'll need to refresh my memory.. felt so dusty inside during the 1st lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Studies was fun too. All the A Levels together. We stuffed the room up. There was a case... the names of the husband and wife are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho Cham&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi Sei&lt;/span&gt;" HAHA. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi Sei &lt;/span&gt;wanted to kill herself because of the frequent quarrels. And then you're to advise her not to do so. Yeah.. discussed a little on religion. And we're having this coursework. That is in groups of 10. We're to perform in front of underprivelliged children to raise funds... something like that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (btw the construction is plain noisy)&lt;/span&gt; And in my group, first thing that popped out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Liz: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. And we'll be dancing... singing... and and making our audience laugh at us.... hahaha. That's what we're aiming for actually. To entertain. Good experience I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I passed Undang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; Will be going for the other 6 hour course tomorrow. Gotta sleep now. I find it hard to wake up early in the morning these days. During high school I can tahan with about 2 hours of sleep and sometimes none at all. But of course I sleep in class at the end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crow passes by*&lt;/span&gt; inside joke too. (you know what I mean xp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss high school. Especially the people there. Sigh. Get over it Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3735950820123177290-7480008879299855122?l=faqaboutliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/feeds/7480008879299855122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7480008879299855122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3735950820123177290/posts/default/7480008879299855122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqaboutliz.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>eli.p</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12870245091902936178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
