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interest: having fun.. playing pool.. vb..
height: not so tall.. and not so short..
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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-8098716.post-114466933303850408</id><published>2006-04-10T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:42:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remind me whats my purpose</title><content type='html'>im sick&lt;br /&gt;booo hoo&lt;br /&gt;haha tml got physics test.&lt;br /&gt;rock my socks im clueless about current or static electricity.&lt;br /&gt;haha i didn take oral and the health check up.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's joining coach the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;gd luck to her.LOL&lt;br /&gt;because of her i need to change to friday also.&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;br /&gt;i find monday fine.&lt;br /&gt;arg who ask her to be my sister.&lt;br /&gt;no more lionel to talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;no more alvin who cant stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;no more jen an to be late.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad ar.&lt;br /&gt;how how how.&lt;br /&gt;ZzZz&lt;div 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purpose'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114407398615855056</id><published>2006-04-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:21:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a representation of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i too have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;everyday i walk behind your shadow.&lt;br /&gt;yet u never notice.&lt;br /&gt;you never turned around.&lt;br /&gt;yet who sees behind my smile.&lt;br /&gt;behide my cover.&lt;br /&gt;behind your shadow i will always stand.&lt;br /&gt;till tt day u decide to turn and see wat u're left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents have reached london.&lt;br /&gt;according to them its the tem of the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha cool wat&lt;br /&gt;haiz like so depressed like tt. dunno why&lt;br /&gt;today the chem test is a no brainer. cuz i forgot everything i studied and i didn think wat i studied had a link to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;jus flung this test and get help.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;physically and metally.&lt;br /&gt;God what do i do to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to put some photos but i cant find my cable. tml then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114407398615855056?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114407398615855056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114407398615855056' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114385803799604255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-act-cool-again-haha.html' title='i act cool again. haha'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114385647675968132</id><published>2006-04-01T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:21:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i got up at 8+&lt;br /&gt;im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;its all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;arg.&lt;br /&gt;im rotting.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should jus go out now or something.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;SYRA why u nv pick up phone. wanted to tell u ur cousin go hospital. wahahaha april fools day man!&lt;br /&gt;98.7 rocks my head.&lt;br /&gt;like. how nice la i have been addicted to it since.. january. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;who's fault?&lt;br /&gt;ALIVN KHOO. i know u'll read this haha&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to paint.&lt;br /&gt;my canvas is like. done but undone.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha kool.&lt;br /&gt;im utering rubbish&lt;br /&gt;have been going syra's house the past few days. im turning les. oh God.&lt;br /&gt;haha mary j is cool. maybe i should get her CD.&lt;br /&gt;this blog's dead. maybe i should jus close it and go write all this in a journal.&lt;br /&gt;oh i do write this in a journal. english journal. hahaha mrs sum has no choice but to read all this crap. God bless her.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;its 1005am like hello? why so many ppl haven wake up. its april's fool for goodness sake. get up and let me prank you.&lt;br /&gt;ME:hello?&lt;br /&gt;YOU:hello?&lt;br /&gt;ME:A! abc met intoa accident lei. he now in hospital. how i so scared. why so unlucky sia. go out now wid me go see him lei. i very scared.&lt;br /&gt;YOU: really ar. huh.. why like tt. ok la ok la we go see him now faster faster.&lt;br /&gt;ME: *sniffing* i very scared he die.. *crying loudly*&lt;br /&gt;YOU:dun like tt dun like tt u make me scared also sia. faster lets go see him now.&lt;br /&gt;ME:haha i hope he dies.&lt;br /&gt;YOU:huh why u like tt.&lt;br /&gt;ME:haha happy april fools day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act cool ar..&lt;br /&gt;my parents going uk tml. ZZZ tell me i dun have 24 hours x 6 days of excess to the computer. pathetic rite. parents keep nagging tt i nv study. say wat my sister changing le start study. haha hello? she got one i A2 in her whole report card. i got 3 A1s *smile brightly* haha k la i haven been studying i know it my self. but like everyday they nag i jus get so turned off. haha sounds wrong. but reali i jus dun feel like studying anymore. i jus come home and sleep. eat. sleep. no life. haha nvm i like it. for now tt is. its been a long stime since i studied.&lt;br /&gt;ROCK. bored phone jam.&lt;br /&gt;lousy&lt;br /&gt;ok i go do something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114385647675968132?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114385647675968132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114385647675968132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114385647675968132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114385647675968132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-my-escape.html' title='be my escape.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114334223650897905</id><published>2006-03-26T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:05:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/1600/25032006771.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/320/25032006771.0.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114334223650897905?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114334223650897905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114334223650897905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114334223650897905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114334223650897905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114334207321691037</id><published>2006-03-26T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:06:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at suntec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/1600/25-03-06_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/320/25-03-06_1845.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;i love syra=)&lt;br /&gt;can i turn into a lesbian. LOL&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;haha went to her house in the morning.. so early..&lt;br /&gt;ate instant noodles tt was/were super salty. haha no water.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we finish slacking it was 11..&lt;br /&gt;so headed down to paya lebar. syra was not sure if she wanted to go for the auditions to be a model.personally i think she SHOULD join. she has the height. its not like u can make a short person grow taller.hahaha anyway she went.. last min thing. cool we waited for her.. rot at coffee bean.. syra got in at the end. EXPECTED. naqiah got in.. un-EXPECTED? hmm. syra said she made a statement and maybe tts why she got in. she statement was something like.. i wanna have the chance to prove tt not all models have to be tall slim and pretty. blah blah. yeah she's confident. but. models dun talk much they walk. if she cant walk the walk why talk the talk. hahaha k la i didn join so i shouldn say tt much. later i join then nv get in the so demoralizing. ppl dun say it out la but deep inside u know its demoralizing. plus ur parents should know about it. and mine will never allow.&lt;br /&gt;after tt went tam see the art things.. so not nice lar.. only the tam one had some meaning. the black painting. after tt had lunch.. haha we kept telling syra cannot eat so much cuz she needs to model. LOL she was rather bothered. hahaha her tummy's forming.&lt;br /&gt;after tt met alvin and jun liang then go suntec.&lt;br /&gt;alvin wei jian and jun liang went orchard to buy stuff so me and syra went suntec to see the art stuff .. it was so nice. texture, tone.. got some ideas.. went ans meet syra's sis at the convection hall. then slack there..&lt;br /&gt;then the guys came and meet us. but alvin and dunno who they met go and watch the super band. so me syra weijian and jun liang went and eat.. ate at delifrance. the service was like how good la.. still got 10 % service charge. dun even have proper desert spoon.&lt;br /&gt;after tt we went back convection hall and slack.&lt;br /&gt;so cold arrr. at the end went and help syra's sister pack things. free labour. haha then took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time already 1030++ so thought go cab home..&lt;br /&gt;some little children go stand in front of us. the the cab come weijian go walk to their cab and open the door. then the uncle like blurr then weijian say they go stand in front of us.. blah blah.. then the uncle so irritating say "bu yao zai la bu yao zai".which meant dun wan drive dun wan drive. ok la the uncle was dumb la the children also say u all go first u all go first. sorry sorry. dumb shit. junliang was pissed he took down the cab number. say can complain.. theni was like nvm la.. then weijian say its so rare tt u will say nvm la. i dun complain tt much thank you.&lt;br /&gt;mum called and nag. say take cab from suntec slower then take mrt. then go say wat ecp, pie, tpe. all the stuff i hardly understand. then jus orh orh orh lor. then say this hr where got cab. blah blah. stupid. if i take mrt already give police catch rite. no brain. nvm i did say any thing exect orh orh orh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm rotting at home. congrats. im bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114334207321691037?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114334207321691037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114334207321691037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114334207321691037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114334207321691037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-at-suntec.html' title='a day at suntec.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114318863370218873</id><published>2006-03-24T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:23:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/1600/me%20jieting%20jiaying%20and%20peiqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/320/me%20jieting%20jiaying%20and%20peiqi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114318863370218873?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-114318852251160687</id><published>2006-03-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:22:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be who i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/1600/DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6904/532/200/DSC00542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its finally friday.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;my canvas is less then half done.&lt;br /&gt;my boards ar 3/4 done.&lt;br /&gt;my life is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;my results are dropping.&lt;br /&gt;my friends are.. running?&lt;br /&gt;why do i always complain so much on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah boredom&lt;br /&gt;life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;tml got the art exibition.&lt;br /&gt;going wid syra and weijian.&lt;br /&gt;going the tampines one then the suntec one.&lt;br /&gt;hope i get some ideas on how to carry on wid my boring canvas.&lt;br /&gt;pls let me have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114318852251160687?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114318852251160687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114318852251160687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114318852251160687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114318852251160687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-be-who-i-am.html' title='to be who i am.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114264161949519609</id><published>2006-03-18T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:33:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats with her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;granny go home le. think i'll miss her. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argued with my sister yesterday. then some how i got locked up in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;arg and she didn wanna help ma out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like thanks alot if u dun wan to help me la but she went and purposely jam it. so yeah got stuck for so long. hahahahahahahaha then i jus slp lor.. 12+ wake up then try to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lucky saw the metal ruler then go fiddle with the jammed lock for so long. yeah i got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;later suppose to go out with my sister, my uncle and my cousin(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dun think wan go le. stil damn angry with her. seven plus yesterday still purposely dun let me sleep go sit in the room play the movie so loud. childish arrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nvm later i dun cook for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WAHAHA i'm childish i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i jus go take a lock go lock her door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114264161949519609?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114264161949519609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114264161949519609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114264161949519609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the toning. not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;like drop dead seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ton too many nights le muz be guai kia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are u to me. who am i to u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114259310402497955?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114259310402497955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114259310402497955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114259310402497955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114259310402497955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-is-word.html' title='Rock is the word.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114251059962017865</id><published>2006-03-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:03:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rocker life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for the totally rocking art today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o yes i painted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wahahaha ok i only did the back ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rocker seh.. not nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i not only painted the canvas i painted syra's shoe, my t-shirt, my hair and my hands too. accidentally though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok la thanks to syra my work is ok ok la. the toning was a bit off but still its kool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haven eat my dinner. granny's cooking rock. i said tt many times ehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so long nv exercise le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe tml go run then go art..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o ya tt woman is going for art tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its pay back time bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114251059962017865?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-114243320816149446</id><published>2006-03-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:33:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wake the anger in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;almost late for tuition today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;actually is late ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what the heck. coach doesn reali bother anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dun wait dun wait lor. i go myself. like. u dun tell me u go first then ask me where i am la. like.. arg nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mood swing la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;came home for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;granny cook mah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;roasted duck. haha. nice nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my mood swing back le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my sister doesn wan to come home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rocker now still at bedok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wanna go to sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but its like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant go this holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha nvm tan lines rock my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what do you take me for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any other girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i suppose so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114243320816149446?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114243320816149446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114243320816149446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114243320816149446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114243320816149446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-wake-anger-in-me.html' title='you wake the anger in me.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114229441242683997</id><published>2006-03-14T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:07:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if life was a dream mine's a nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday i was rotting during art class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so sian and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;still mangaged to do my artist research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss rokiah wans me to start on canvas today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;scared sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;should have went for art later. then can slp a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;miss tay thinks i'm depressed. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no la i was jus tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o yes tt woman who took my clear file better own up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she not only steals ideas she steals ppl's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;class thief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;still put her wet stuff on my boards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dare to say oh only one boarded below mah. wat the fU*k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i should jus put wet paint on her board also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but like how childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if u took my file. i'll bash your work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lifes terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;especially when u finish ur work and ppl jus take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114229441242683997?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-114214764197089379</id><published>2006-03-12T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:14:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soaked in the bath tub for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;felt so refreshed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now should be studying, but i'm staring at this box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dad went to meet mum at malaysia le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tonight no parents how cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;granny tml then come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fun bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wanna go sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;see the clean beach with clean sand. bright sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then can get tan lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm getting random'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114214764197089379?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-114204092321401539</id><published>2006-03-11T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:42:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tan lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after cross country i joined the malay gals for their "picnic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha had lunch then saw them jumpping into the beach one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well all of them had clothes. except.. me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha so of course i didn wan to go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jus sat at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then wet O syra came and pull me in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fell in like OH NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. after i fell in i didn wanna go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at first thought go ask yumei if she had extra clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she didn have any anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so jus took of my t-shirt then go swim. (i was wearing a sports bra.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; haha the others took of their shirt in the water. erm.. they were &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; wearing sports bras. erm.. u get it.???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;played until about 4 or 5 not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then walked all the way to some funny bus stop. so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;took 14 to bedok interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then when home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha after dinner i went to sleep.. until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;feel so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got back sleep from thursday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got cool tan lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114204092321401539?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114204092321401539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114204092321401539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114204092321401539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114204092321401539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/tan-lines.html' title='tan lines.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114190943036225542</id><published>2006-03-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:03:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours? maybe its true</title><content type='html'>someone say the volleyball girls dun like me because i said something. well that someone is valerie. if its true then.. erm i also dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;no friend la no friend.&lt;br /&gt;i say something only then like tt. 3 yrs of friendship jus like tt. POOF.&lt;br /&gt;maybe is i said when i see them i got nothing to say. well i reali think so mah. i cant lie tt i got a lot of things to say to them when the fact is i hardly say 3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;no friends?&lt;br /&gt;guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114190943036225542?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114190943036225542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114190943036225542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114190943036225542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114190943036225542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/rumours-maybe-its-true.html' title='Rumours? maybe its true'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114180286129740615</id><published>2006-03-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:27:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i was part of the group. i guess i thought wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YUMEI you donT put my name in caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i didnT say that you said my english was bad. i simply meant that your blogging made me feel that my english is terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bad day. bad life. bad grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as we can see.. i skipped floorball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;didn think i would play today since its like a important game and all.. even if i played i'd feel so bad if something wrong happens. like the ball went pass me or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hope farah beats the shit out of everyone.SERIOUSLY beat the shit out of them.. like.. WACK WACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we got back that ugly thing with lines on it called Progress card. what a name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i got 51 for english. so much for speaking gd english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;78 of maths. highest was 100. screw him / screw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;60 for science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;88.5 for art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;98.5 for accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for humanities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whatever happened to studying hard and getting gd grades. social studies. thanks for splashing cold water at me. i studied hard and i failed. some funny people pass. ARG dun comment about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i got L1 R5 20 (yeah right target 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;L1 R4 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just die just die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;was in my own world during chinese class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the indefinate meaning of FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;explain it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114180286129740615?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114180286129740615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114180286129740615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114180286129740615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114180286129740615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-thought-i-was-part-of-group-i-guess.html' title='i thought i was part of the group. i guess i thought wrong'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114155903029466125</id><published>2006-03-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:43:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearing voices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the end of my tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jus the beginning of my O'levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is the last week of school WOOHOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on the other hand it also means O'levels are drawing even nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;read yumei's, jobel's, peiqi's(nv update.) blog. reading yumei's blog made me feel two things. my english sucks and i miss the times when we were all C gals. haha then again i couldn wait to get out of vb back then. now tt i'm out.. its different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after reading jobel's blog.. i also felt my english sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;need to get back to reading books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oral was horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i missed so many words. like I DUNNO WHY. o well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i pray for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;friday watched big mama 2. haha funny show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;funny people smuggle food in. (JEN AN) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;funny people smuggle drinks in (ALVIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i smuggle water. LOL ok not funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thin people cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bored to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll pull thought this year. no bad results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chinese you're going down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114155903029466125?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114155903029466125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114155903029466125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114155903029466125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114155903029466125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/03/hearing-voices.html' title='hearing voices.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-114060200856870668</id><published>2006-02-22T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:53:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its falling down on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sec four live is hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;living hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;test and test and test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i thought prelim and CAs didn mean anything anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then how come they still muz test test test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm like so anti-social nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hardly go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hardly go vb(ok nv go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hardly chat on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hardly watch tv.pratically nv watch only glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;watch wrong with the education system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha tat day alvin was look at some newspaper then he saw the igallop add. then he was like. hahahahaha igallop. like abit slow rite. its been out for so so long. then they started the whole ifu*k, ihole, irub thing. haha then we kept laughing. a bit sick i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyhows back to test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today marks the last test for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;science. i'm jus gonna bring tissue paper on friday. cuz i know i'm dead. i fell asleep doing the papers. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like how could tt happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at the end heard them say tt we were suppose to draw covalent bond. i drew ionic how clever. i still thought hydrogen was a metal. like wats wrong wid me. hahaha nvm la. my mum wan scold then scold lor i reali cannot do much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;social studies was terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;spot the correct topics. jus learned the wrong part. like.. i studied dipolmacy but deterrence came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;benjamin was given $30 to sleep through the test. and he did it. i think he's a bit screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe he reali no hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o yes the chinese test was so kool. i got single digit. 8/50 so la say say like nvm nvm in my heart sure got sad la. its like wat the!!! how can someone get 8. guess tts my standard lor. time for serious consideration on B chinese.k la peiqi and jieting were super sad wid their results. jiaying was like still laughing. she takes things so kooly haha. muz learn from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;getting english results next week bah. mrs sum going for operation. good luck to her. my cutest teacher. my most interesting teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mdm marima (how u spell?) is a pain. seriously. she scolded us for doing a short mind map. said t syam is always falling asleep in her class. well at least he gets results. she said me and jieting everytime not focused. like ya rite. jus because i fell asleep today. haha she should seriously think why ppl fall asleep in her class. its not us its H E R. doesn she get it.short woman who thinks shes a know it all. if she reads this i'll jus die. and flung all the rest of history test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll blog when i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sai yo na ra ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-114060200856870668?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/114060200856870668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=114060200856870668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114060200856870668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/114060200856870668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-falling-down-on-me.html' title='its falling down on me.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113833886222311129</id><published>2006-01-27T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:14:22.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more then words. more then life</title><content type='html'>life hasn goteen any better.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall learn to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;like.. instead of "stupid me got careless mistake for accounts" i should say "YAY i got 9.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;miss wong gave us a surprize test for accounts. and its for the CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scored 81 for chinese. all thanks to jiaying and jieting. BIG THANK YOU. my first eighty this year.&lt;br /&gt;how kool.&lt;br /&gt;i got my personal drawer for art. haha i'm the only one who has one. all thanks to my hardworking*ness*&lt;br /&gt;i muz strive to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated chinese new year in school. today&lt;br /&gt;the performance was so so..&lt;br /&gt;i wore home clothes to school. the white topshop top and a three quater cargo pants from taiwan. think i look so weird. as compared to ppl like mavis. she like wore something i wont even wear to sleep. i know it i sound so bad. but u should have seen it for ur self. REALLY terrible + horrigible. ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;sch ended early yet i went home. all because my friends have to go home. like how fun la. wanna go buy stuff de. anyway the shoe i wore didn allow me to walk much. maybe later go out lor.&lt;br /&gt;see how&lt;br /&gt;now drinking soup and eating bua kua. yummy hope i grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;vic bought 2 levis jeans yesterday. 160 each. so jealous. mum says i dun need jeans. i thought she said we will never not need anything.&lt;br /&gt;tml got dinner. dunno go where eat. at chinatown. so chinese la.&lt;br /&gt;like why cant we eat western food on the reunion dinner?&lt;br /&gt;or why cant we wear black on chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;why can we wear black during christmas.&lt;br /&gt;why is green related to hari raya?&lt;br /&gt;why when ppl die only can wear black or blue?&lt;br /&gt;why muz a guy give a gal roses. like why not sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;or tulips?&lt;br /&gt;why are hospital clothes all the same? blue for guys and pink for gals. like.. pink.. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;why muz a woman stay at home and look after the children.&lt;br /&gt;why muz guys have short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;o yes because my friends went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;once upon a bad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- i'm sorry i left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my steps one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;expecting nothing in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113833886222311129?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113833886222311129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113833886222311129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113833886222311129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113833886222311129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-then-words-more-then-life.html' title='more then words. more then life'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113780803068703798</id><published>2006-01-21T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:47:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again i see myself alone.</title><content type='html'>my life has gone from bad to castrophic.&lt;br /&gt;its like heaven is seriously falling on me.&lt;br /&gt;why dont it jus fall and kill me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blabering nonsence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn do well for like eveything. like totally everything.&lt;br /&gt;after failing both chem and history i thought i seriously woke up from the artificial goals.&lt;br /&gt;and now i made a dumb mistake for accounts. so i only lost one mark.  so many ppl got full marks. ARG.&lt;br /&gt;next should be maths and physics test.  i dun believe after doing ALL the tons of homework tt coach threw at us, i cant get an A1.&lt;br /&gt;once again i pray to you o Lord. pls give me wat i deserve. nothing more nothing less. jus wat i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went bedok interchange to look at phones. jieting wanted to buy N70 mah. look and look then saw $648. tts like so cheap can. the other lowest price we say was 798. see the diff. then 6680 was only $438. i wanna buy 6680. mummy got N70 so she says she'll pass to me her V3. i use to like V3 last time but now tt phone's so... common. i told her i wanted to get a new phone then she started her lecture on you always change phone. like did i ? arg. my phone reali&lt;br /&gt;spoil mah. hai muz find some way to get the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's training was reali fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i went.&lt;br /&gt;learn all their jokes and riddles.&lt;br /&gt;johny johny johny johny woossh jonny woossh johny johny johny johny.&lt;br /&gt;haha kereen was like so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;she kept doing and doing. then she do with jerline. then it was obvious wat the answer was.&lt;br /&gt;then it was the BANG BANG BANG who died.&lt;br /&gt;me jiaying jieting peiqi all didn get it. so irritated. they jus kept banging.&lt;br /&gt;after way me and jieting went to the canteen to get drinks. then saw miss tay on the way back. then i ask her "BANG BANG BANG BANG who died". haha she said you! then i jus said no, you even though u didn know who actually died.  i didn the same thing to miss zahira. haha she too said you. at the end it was jiaying who found out the answer and told me then answer. we practically racked our brains for nothing. it was so kindergardenly simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 0845. on the way home i was like reali reali bored. then my brain started to wonder. then it felt as if a dragger was stabbed into my heart. tell me wats wrong wid me.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed for love. havent i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113780803068703798?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113780803068703798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113780803068703798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113780803068703798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113780803068703798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-again-i-see-myself-alone_21.html' title='once again i see myself alone.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113722855338141334</id><published>2006-01-14T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:51:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how a heart breaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Received some "comments" on me quiting vb. by some one call "anonymous"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe if u named ur self i would take heed of your "comment" jus maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wont it be dumb of me to stick on to my CCA if it doesn need me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why dont i jus spend my time on something tt will benefit me&lt;/span&gt; more? &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something like... MY STUDIES. duh. if i quit my CCA totally then why in the first place did i press on until sec four. quitting now means ZERO CCA points. if i'm dumb enough then yes i'll do tt. but no thanks i'm not tt dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why should i bother to tell tt person off anymore. i do things my way. the way in which i think is best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mum's back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not sure if tts good or bad. went to the airport to fetch her on thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then went tm to make her specs. okey(big price tag). so jealous. BUT i have perfect eye sight. envy tt! LOL. then went century to have dinner at billy bombers. saw ernest on the way there. his hair is like so long la. dinner was alright. had ribs and a chicken thigh. finished everything. haha so proud of myself. then mummie like tuned back to nagging mode. then started to talk about my studies.after which i didn dare to tell her i failed both chem and history. after studying so so so hard. felt so disappointed. but one set back doesn mean i shouldn try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now back to studying mode again. physics. my next test i suppose. or chinese. got the book test. i reali dun do well in tt. maybe i should jus go read the book before the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tml going shopping. so today muz study all i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i'm so sleepy. muz sleep for an hour then eat then study till at least 1 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dear LORD please give me the grades i deserve. amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&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/8098716-113722855338141334?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113722855338141334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113722855338141334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113722855338141334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113722855338141334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-how-heart-breaks.html' title='this is how a heart breaks.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113655538657955917</id><published>2006-01-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:49:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a race to a very big exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a exam that seems so near though its so long away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wanna do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dun wanna losen up half away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is an exam i've dreamed of. it has been haunting since the first day of my sec three school year. this is my everything. i might seems like i'm giving a lame speech, but to me this is really it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the school year started of really well. i've got totally boredom-free teachers. miss irene wong, she's like so nice. she talked for more than an hour but i didn get bored. like.. wow i'm impressed. haha jieting still ask "why this teacher talk not boring de?" haha. she's one fun teacher. not that i dun miss Miss zahira... well jus like she said its good to change teachers, different teachers got different ways of teaching. jieting's target is 15 for L1 R5.. that rather steep. haha i kept telling her " muz wake up early, cannot sleep in class, muz pay attention. muz get A. haha" then she'll jus "ya ya" cant believe she drank coffee in the morning jus so she wont doze off. as for me i drink tea of coffee so its not because i'm afraid i'll doze off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wanna get at least an A for combine humanities, maths (A1), physics, accounts(A1), art (A1). at least a B3 for chinese and chem. hopefully i can brush up my english to A 2. need to work extra hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;since the whole volleyball thing is OVER for me i guess trainings are kind of a "relax session" for me. maybe monday go for the last time. CCA open house.. guess i'll jus do my part as a friend. do the "posters".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113655538657955917?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113655538657955917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113655538657955917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113655538657955917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113655538657955917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2006/01/race-to-very-big-exam.html' title='a race to a very big exam.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113568679642071456</id><published>2005-12-27T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:33:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of my christmas.</title><content type='html'>christmas is over. in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;the presents.&lt;br /&gt;the christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;the shaking hands and saying "merry christmas"&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;THE BUYING PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;went to get my mum, dad and sisters presents on friday.&lt;br /&gt;then next day had to rush and get all my aunt and uncle's presents&lt;br /&gt;and of course mic's.&lt;br /&gt;haha then went and give his parents their presents.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha hope they like it.&lt;br /&gt;i received my presents.. some so weird..&lt;br /&gt;got a pink bag from my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;its so "cute" tt i'll never dare to bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;o wells its the thought tt counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad left this morning. no adults..&lt;br /&gt;this totally ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;too bad they'll be back on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin stayed over last night.. tonight also.&lt;br /&gt;today we went for breakfast then went whitesands buy stuff.then cooked the whole day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113568679642071456?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113568679642071456/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-113478899325130423</id><published>2005-12-17T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:09:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they think they know it all.. wats real to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;last night i fell asleep at 12++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then mum and dad came home from their dinner wid white wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they woke me up to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pulled myself up lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had 3 or 4 glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;almost fell asleep drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister got kind drunk after her first cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my mum and her got so red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;terrible drinkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;at the end me and dad finished the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hear tt too much wine can cause a big belly. or is tt only for beer? is there a diff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the wine was not tt nice. Viognier Chardonnay 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jus now was blog hopping. then saw  jobel's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so many words sia. she muz be reali free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seems like they had fun yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now like so far from them le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so near yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ZZZ tml going le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thanks to mummie's "connections" we got the suite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well its good and bad la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bad cuz mummie and daddie will be like so near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;good as in.. its bigger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yesterday got a minor lecture over ten year series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113478899325130423?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-113471767928118743</id><published>2005-12-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:21:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym me.</title><content type='html'>my alarm rang at 0730 but i was to lazy to get up..&lt;br /&gt;so.. slept till 1030.. since the gals going so early cuz they wan go roller blade so i not going then later then wake up lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wid mic to the gym at like 1215..&lt;br /&gt;then go home le.. so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday going malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;still dun get why daddy cant bring granny along.&lt;br /&gt;o well.&lt;br /&gt;guess we're jus gonna slack at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;grow fat and come home.&lt;br /&gt;quite kool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven reali study...&lt;br /&gt;should start soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i got the improvement award..&lt;br /&gt;but muz collect from school..&lt;br /&gt;i improved!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113471767928118743?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113471767928118743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113471767928118743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113471767928118743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113471767928118743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/12/gym-me.html' title='gym me.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113309780250990289</id><published>2005-11-28T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:23:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;house work rocks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mum was at home in the morning today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;first thing she said was " Liz ar the house very dirty lei.. go clean lei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;first wash the first set of laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then wash the toilet. scrub and scrub...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i walk out only she ask me take out everything from the display shelve and clean then put back. the tv console muz polish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;work my hands out man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then washed 3 loads of laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cleaned mummie's crystal light and her antiques.(lucky nv break anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then vacuum the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;proud of myself. hahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so tired. jus took a nap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hungry sia... guess the two bread wasn enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nvm wait for parents to come back then ask them buy food for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tuition on wed. still left like half the home work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i told coach almost done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;draw graphs till hands dropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113309780250990289?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113309780250990289/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-113291896801988534</id><published>2005-11-25T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:42:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-home alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-no dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-no one to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sister went to grandma's house. she sunday then back. she go there play majong arr. ZZZ like wan be full time gambler like tt. no no she wan be rich tai tai then everyday eat tim sum and play majong. sian la i bored until talk rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jus now go gym wid jiaying. feel fat la.... run 3 min then wan die le. too long nv exercise. tt day i saw in the newspaper tt if u dun do 150 min of physical activity a day then can get cancer.. forgot wat cancer but got quite a few. so everyday i shall walk for 150 min. KOOL arr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after gym we went expo. nothing to do mah.. there nothing de.. went up to see the nike sale. the things all like growing mould soon. so nv buy anything. walk a bit then i bought sweet corn (YUMMY) jiaying buy the mua chee. haha not nice de so sweet. at the end she eat a bit left a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some people think i so sick go expo see the "big boys toys" . wanted to wait for u de lor but hear u like tt say i dun think its worth it. so i went to the mrt station wid jiaying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when reach tanah merah jiaying say the train not so fast go. so she say sit longer. ok lor. so we sit and talk... the see took a peak outside to see when the train going "7 min lar still long" so we sit lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then suddenly "ding dong!!! doors closing.beep beep beep" we dash out. stupid 7 mins was the next train. everyone stared at us like we from outer space. her fault la.. make me look stupid. hahaha so funny then she stood at the other side and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh well wat a train experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bought next years books le. so heavy la hope dun strink or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love art. it cost me bombs. reali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113291896801988534?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113291896801988534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113291896801988534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113291896801988534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113291896801988534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-believe.html' title='i believe.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113221858298218848</id><published>2005-11-18T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:09:42.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strong germs.</title><content type='html'>yay..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;didn go for tuition on tuesday. wont be going for vb till.. God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;i didn go for tuition but i've got tuition hw ok. haha coach sure knows how to push us. wat to do. next year O levels le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's thursday. so i've been sick for.. 3 days le. and my sister still says i sound like a horse. how does a horse sound like anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister found her self a 3 day job. surprizingly my mother let her work.&lt;br /&gt;job: cashier&lt;br /&gt;where: Expo&lt;br /&gt;income: 210 for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she'll jus get sacked after one day. its 13 hours a day. she cant even spend 15 min mopping the floor. maybe mopping the floor's too hard.. hmm. another example. she cant sit still for an hour. tt also explains why her teachers complain tt she moves around the class to often.&lt;br /&gt;well jus hope a miracle happens and she sucessfully end her 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113221858298218848?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113221858298218848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113221858298218848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113221858298218848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113221858298218848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/11/strong-germs.html' title='strong germs.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113185055173572571</id><published>2005-11-14T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:55:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apple a day keeps the doctor away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ten days nv blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've been working for my mum.. so not much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she dun let me work at raffles there then ask me work for her.. $1000+.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for two or three days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i work lor since if i work for her can go dinner wid her and her friends. then can lazy a bit.. got car to bring me anywhere. see so many benefits(spell?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm.. so bored at home alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister yesterday go stay at dunno where, tonight then come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so bored no one to go out wid me. no choice lo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;started studying le. feel rather lost in my textbooks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tuition's starting on tuesday. rather happy about it starting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cant wait for sch to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113185055173572571?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113185055173572571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113185055173572571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113185055173572571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113185055173572571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/11/apple-day-keeps-doctor-away.html' title='an apple a day keeps the doctor away'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-113098216599391640</id><published>2005-11-04T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:42:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wishes.</title><content type='html'>birthday's coming.&lt;br /&gt;like FINALLY. see ppl take ic until i jealous. nvm peiqi still long then take.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho yay.. today going to celebrate my birthday wid him. tml celebrate wid my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my report book.&lt;br /&gt;i was surprized to get 1st in class. thank God. the first in class spared my mum's mouth from moving. anyway first in class is jus a pretty print. peiqi got third in her class but her level position is 39 and mine 42. ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bathe le.. update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-113098216599391640?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/113098216599391640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=113098216599391640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113098216599391640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/113098216599391640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-wishes.html' title='birthday wishes.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112979553436423855</id><published>2005-10-21T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:05:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck.</title><content type='html'>i got all my results back.&lt;br /&gt;i failed 3 subjects. terrible rite? i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combine humanities, physics and accounts. all the three subjects i never thought i would fail. i all along thought i would at least get a B maybe even A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combine humanities, i all along maintained my B. for this one time i actually failed. 43.  E8 so wat if i pass overall. the fact is i failed. i shouldn be bluffing myself and blaming it on the one week i fell sick. without tt one week i could have equally done well. maybe not well but jus not this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, 23.5/50 wat a mark. i didn take this subject seriously therefore this is wat i get. thankfully i passed chem with an extra two marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts.. i feel i reali disappointed my mum and miss wong. after i recovered i went to school and miss wong kept asking if i had any problems. i kept saying no, no problem. but actually i did have a problem. i knew nothing about depreciation, disposal, bad debts. these where jus the newer topics. i totally forgot all the pass topics. i knew i was not going to do well for accounts but i did nothing. only until two days before exam. i didn know wat to do. i realised my last resort was to get help from my mother. even then i thought there was no way i would fail. today during accounts.. getting back my paper was shocking. the 26.5 / 70 shocked me totally. i got back 2.5 marks. even so.. i only got 49 at the end. miss wong told me that she didn see it as i failed but rather i missed alot and couldn catch up. she told me tt in her eyes i was a good student. a hardworking one. i reali felt like crying. she was wrong, so wrong. i never did take accounts seriously. i reali felt i let her down. when she helped me look for extra marks i reali felt touched. she didn have to do it but she did. deep inside i reali felt guilty. i jus couldn say anything else but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents.&lt;br /&gt;i guess no one would understand why i feel i disappointed them.&lt;br /&gt;before i stepped into this school, i use to do very well. my parents thought nothing was going to change. sec one was the year my parents got a shock of their life. things go worst and when my sec 2 report book came out, they were uterly disappointed. i promised that this year i will definately do well. beyond wat i have acheived last year.&lt;br /&gt;during mid year..&lt;br /&gt;after seeing my results i reali thought "hey i think this year i'll do very well." getting 3rd in class was something i had not got since pri sch. i felt tt i finally got back to where i was in the pass. getting this grades for the second half of the year made me feel tt i was jus dreaming. once again i disappointed them. why cant i do well for the whole year ? if i cant do well this year wat are the odds of me doing well next year. if my L1 R5 marks cant make it into JC this year wat are the odds of me making it in next year? sec 4 is going to be a very tough road. looking at my grades now i guess going into JC is jus nothing but a castle in the air. the hope tt my parents have.. i erased all of it. the hope of getting into a good JC.. none of this is going to seem possible to them. i disappointed them. i dun know how to face my mother when she comes back. how to tell her i failed. i failed to keep my promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112979553436423855?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112979553436423855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112979553436423855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112979553436423855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112979553436423855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-suck.html' title='i suck.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112963839762949946</id><published>2005-10-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:26:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you. i'm not me.</title><content type='html'>miss tt Lazy boy so much.&lt;br /&gt;daddy's so busy.. no time even to pick up his phone. hai hai..&lt;br /&gt;wan go out also cannot ask. nvm lucky tml got school.. then can meet tat Lazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat Lazy boy now relaxing wid friends... me? stuck at home. with the tv and childish sister. bored to the brim. think i should go study. but tts stupid rite? wat to do. haha i jus found out yesterday i suddenly got a thing for cars. haha who spread to me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music plays, all i think of is YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112963839762949946?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112963839762949946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112963839762949946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112963839762949946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112963839762949946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/10/without-you-im-not-me.html' title='without you. i&apos;m not me.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112944796719715164</id><published>2005-10-17T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:32:47.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>haha after a long long month of&lt;br /&gt;studying for exams i finally found time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam papers were rather hard. like.. i knew nuts about chemistry. i forgot everything about physics. and last of all i gave silly marks for maths. yup i'm gonna do badly. i wasted a whole one week in bed. and guess i couldn catch up. well i shouldn blame my sickness. if i started studying earlier then wont be like tt le. at least i pass english. taking CA marks. cuz theres no retake. i think thiis is good and bad la. good in the sense i wont have any chances of failing. bad in the sense i wont know how i reali fair for english. as for those irritaing ppl who think i purposely didn take the english paper pls jus shut up. seriously if u like to think tt way tts ur problem. u think its unfair well i think so too. i did not pon tang the paper i seriously was sick. watever ur problem is pls keep it to urself and stop telling me how unfair it is tat i get to take CA marks. if i wanted to pon tang i would have taken MC for the whole two weeks of exam. so pls jus shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym on friday. felt damn weak. everything was like super hard suddenly. but the next day no body aches la. yesterday also went wid mic to his grandma's birthday. felt reali weird. like.. i only know mic's parents and his brother. haha. anyway.. it was ok. his grandma was reali cute. kept smiling at him. so nonsense mic gave her his nonsense smile. haha. well. we were the only ones giving her a birthday present. i think his family's reali reali different from mine. he calls his uncles and aunties "gu ma" "gu zang" and so on. but in my family we call by name like.. "uncle jim" so on.. haha felt reali formal. the food was not bad. but i stained my brand new adidas bag. o well. blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;reached home early. like.. 0945? yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning my mum left for china. she'll be back in 10 days. gonne miss her lots. grandma's coming to stay. its been raining cats and dogs. haha had a great lunch wid mic. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112944796719715164?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112944796719715164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112944796719715164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112944796719715164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112944796719715164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112645101494906825</id><published>2005-09-12T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:03:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so he thinks he can fly.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun=)&lt;br /&gt;slept a bit here and there. then by 7 + woke up le..&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 1 pm. had lunch and slept till 7 pm. piggamania!&lt;br /&gt;had dinner then faster do homework le.&lt;br /&gt;saw jen an online then ask him send me the pig song.&lt;br /&gt;haha! damn cute sia the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister thinks my house is a hotel. everyday come home and sleep only.&lt;br /&gt;jus because daddy's not back yet. nvm he'll be back tml night. mummy next week then come home. sad sad sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed through my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;hope no teacher catches me.&lt;br /&gt;ow will be back tml.&lt;br /&gt;high socks for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to bathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112645101494906825?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112645101494906825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112645101494906825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112645101494906825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112645101494906825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-he-thinks-he-can-fly.html' title='so he thinks he can fly.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112624364861694517</id><published>2005-09-10T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:27:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedomania.</title><content type='html'>A whole night of tv.&lt;br /&gt;how much better can it get?&lt;br /&gt;sister is coming home tonight. o wells.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda lonely last night. watching tv all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;went to bed at 5. haha tts the time i normally get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going for vb today. nose still blocked and all.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything clears by tml then can go for training le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus realised tt i haven done my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;think later in the afternoon muz sit down and do work.&lt;br /&gt;esprit's having up to 70% sale. to bad i'm not in the health to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose mic's still sleeping like a baby. haha! wake up wake up&lt;br /&gt;i getting so bored. i wanna go out so badly. parents not around rite?&lt;br /&gt;so its suppose to be ' free for all '. well well its sad to say i have a&lt;br /&gt;controlling sister. * sighs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored stiff.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112624364861694517?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112624364861694517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112624364861694517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112624364861694517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112624364861694517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/freedomania.html' title='freedomania.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112618453972542190</id><published>2005-09-09T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:02:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my only one</title><content type='html'>felt slighty better today. but the voice now like breaking..&lt;br /&gt;had a very heavy breakfast and ate more on purpose. i think i seriously slimed down. loss 2 and a half kilos. still thought i gained weight. looks like getting sick is reali better then going to the gym. (in terms of weight loss) cuz believe it or not i gained weight from the gym. from 46 to 47. like.. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to skip vb tml. think yumei's not going too. she has to study.. Awww so sad. haha think i'd be able to make it for saturdays training. tt actually depends on how fast i get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn go for the 2nd make up lesson for tuition. i reali dun think i can pull through a 2 hour session. my flu is still very bad. taking the medicine alone can make me sleep for 6 hours straight in the afternoon. fever's still on and off (wid medicine) so, sorry but i think my health is more important then tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about tt.. i haven seen jiaying, peiqi, jieting and yumei they all for very very long. miss them. reali reali miss them.. all the rubbish they say, the silly things they do.. all the laughter. miss u gals =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jobel gave me and yumei Lena's blog address. i read her entries. seriously, i think her entries are nothing but selfish thoughts. all the vulgarities, mean words. does volleyball reali deserve these comments? wat wrong has the sport done you? being a sec 1 player wid such attitude i dun see how u could have ever got into the council. u like the F word so much eh? go use it on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i go sleep le. hope i can get well by tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Love you, missing u every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112618453972542190?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112618453972542190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112618453972542190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112618453972542190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112618453972542190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-my-only-one.html' title='you are my only one'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112605551235972189</id><published>2005-09-08T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:11:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickamania</title><content type='html'>i've been blowing my nose and taking piss for 4 days le.&lt;br /&gt;finally feel better today..&lt;br /&gt;got tuition later.. pure torture..&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy left for england this morning.. like at 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;hope they have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma has been nice and all coming over and staying wid me and vic.. feeding me wid tons of food. i'm reali thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think by the time dad and mum comes back i'd have put on a couple of kgs =)&lt;br /&gt;can hear the sizzling of the pan. haha tt means more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think its time i got back to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven seen him in days...&lt;br /&gt;i miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112605551235972189?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112605551235972189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112605551235972189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112605551235972189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112605551235972189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/sickamania.html' title='sickamania'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112564303995949417</id><published>2005-09-03T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:37:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rainy day, where the sun wasn shining, the darkness was taking control.</title><content type='html'>like a ordinary school day. today was a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;we watched the rise of hitler during history. tata was the exact one tt i watched. the show was enjoyable anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i got back my writen speech test. i did reali terribly. 18 over 30.&lt;br /&gt;overall. CA4 58 CA560. like crapy results for english. swore i could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;being depressed and all it was recess time.&lt;br /&gt;had rice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was art.. mrs ranjit and miss rokia were there to watch the lesson. i didn bring most of the things i was suppose to bring but it shocked me when i realized i didn bring my graph papers, which also meant i had nothing to show mss tay. my scanned pictures everything. there was nothing i brought. guess i knew where i left them.maybe i should kick the habit of leaving things at ppl's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school...&lt;br /&gt;walked to the class room after art lesson and saw tt they weren there so call jiaying..&lt;br /&gt;they were waiting for me downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;so i went down... discussing about whether or not to go gym.. i strongly did not wan to go tml so i toldthem i wanted to go today. and only wen qian and leom wanted to go today.. the rest wanted to go home. well well. leom went edwin's house leaving me wid wen qian. some people said they had listening. of coursei had to say go for ur listening dun need ac me rite.but no.. no listening also nv tell me. go out wid ur friends lor. its not tt i mind its jus u didn tell me u didn have listening. maybe i got rather angry cuz i wanted ur company. but whatever it is. u didn tell me.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am..&lt;br /&gt;at wen qian's house killing time.&lt;br /&gt;guess u're proberly enjoying ur time and all.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;why do i bother so much anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112564303995949417?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112564303995949417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112564303995949417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112564303995949417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112564303995949417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-rainy-day-where-sun-wasn-shining.html' title='my rainy day, where the sun wasn shining, the darkness was taking control.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112555895713675189</id><published>2005-09-02T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:23:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chef me not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally used the com in like... many many days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the com is officially unbanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is teachers day but this year i didn buy any presents for any teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the reason's simple, i didn have time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;test apon test. where do i find the time. my eye bags are poping out, no time even to sleep. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about test..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my results are a mix of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;failed chem once and physics once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;like I FAILED PHYSICS. for the very first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;felt damn sad la. jieting is super clever.. she did rather well. (claps claps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;well i guess the holidays will be my time of studydays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up around ten today cuz my mum woke me up (for once she got up earlier then me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;she told me she got a meeting at 11. and i asked her wat was her main point. she told me "your father is sick, he's not going to work. help me take care of him ok?" of course i said ok. wats a daughter for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i got up and cook for him. made lemonade for my sister then go wash the clothes. felt totally like a maid&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well tts wat happens when u're the only one who can cook in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dad went out to meet my mother. and my sister went for tuition so i'm home alone.i'm going meet mic later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then i'm coming home to cook again. for my sister. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today's my cooking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112555895713675189?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112555895713675189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112555895713675189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112555895713675189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112555895713675189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/09/chef-me-not.html' title='chef me not'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112513963358535488</id><published>2005-08-28T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:47:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time nv blog</title><content type='html'>feels damn good to finally use the com. like technology... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;dad ban the com and the tv. all my sister's fault. but dun blame her le ppl very poor thing. haha..&lt;br /&gt;exams like so so so near. CAs all like pass here fail there. so far got 4 A1. hoping for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went and do gym for the first time. before tt still run around like mad dogs wid jiaying. ppl go gym nv bring pe shirt. haha STUPID! she ownself say de. by the time reach the gym 430 le. then start wid crunches. jieting and peiqi they all like hawks like tt. watch us do everything. pure torture. after all the stomach exercise. we go do the leg exercises. like all ok ok except i very bo la. u know u know. no strength. then the trendmill.. i hate tt machine like alot alot. wish the next time i go its out of order. run like mad dog released from the kennel. look at the thing turn until so giddy. the world shaking. then lifting weights. like carry elephant. then the calf exercise. think my knee got problem. anyway it was sure heavy. finish off with crunches again. stomach very suan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today run tt time still a bit pain. but training not so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i larbe you. (LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112513963358535488?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112513963358535488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112513963358535488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112513963358535488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112513963358535488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-long-time-nv-blog.html' title='long long time nv blog'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112399813342969586</id><published>2005-08-15T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:42:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know we'll last</title><content type='html'>yesterday nv go vb..&lt;br /&gt;so sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today muz stay at home and do my art. i wan my 75. mis tay says for now its 74. she so stingy wid marks. wan get new wallet and new slippers. dunno when go time.&lt;br /&gt;parents going to UK on 6th sep. still long man. my freedom period. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now muz start my heavy revisions le. exams are closing up. i wan my good grades.&lt;br /&gt;i wan my top 40 place in school. i missed by a bit last term but i know i can do it. my subjects are so simple. i'm sure i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum finally ok le. happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz do work soon.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i know we'll last..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112399813342969586?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112399813342969586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112399813342969586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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been doing art since morning. finally pulled myself to finish it once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;done my artist research too =) wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now waiting for my sister to end piano then go acc her get new specs. dun like her piano teacher.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lalalalala bored ar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tml got school le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yesterday was fun.. haha changi beach was freaky for charlotte. chili sauce flew from no where and landed on her. *seven month* like i believe anyway.. they went to the national day carnival thing at tam but i didn wanna go cuz there were like thousands of ppl.. people-phobic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some ppl got prelims tml but still can look at ppl's blog. power sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha study le laaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112366452811924950?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112366452811924950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112366452811924950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112366452811924950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112366452811924950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/08/art-mania.html' title='art-mania'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112342061069644865</id><published>2005-08-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:16:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEwly yOurs</title><content type='html'>ppl say i outdated so i blog lor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rang jieting jus now. know she's damn happy. some ppl wait a life time others wait 2 years. now i know, ppl do notice. parents out again.. dunno go where eat.. sister go friend's house stay. so unfair she can i cannot. jus now still argue wid her. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday me, kereen, jerline, peiqi, jiaying, jieting and muying sat at the thrid floor stair case there dun nothing.. then me and kereen sat someting tt left us thinking. haha. saw gina and weij jun then think think think and decided tt we very KPO so dun care le. after tt jiaying say she wan go jerline's house at the end nv go then peiqi went home then jieting got the D and T workshop left me and jiaying.. at the end go swensens eat ice cream wat for jieting.. haha meet jieting le then sit at the canteen do nothing. mr goh came along and entertain us. haha he sang a couple of songs. haha he went out of tune. then we all laugh. sit there until sec 4 PE over then go hall see the interhouse badminton matches. haha wei qian know how to play badminton de mah. haha she pair wid melisa.. haha damn funny she keep missing then hit her racket on the floor. nvm la she play wid audrey.. audrey also dunno how to play. cute sia she.. like playing vb like tt "let " her "let" there. then jiaying ask her shout "hou pai" lamer. at the end i went home ALONE. cuz they wan take mrt. sian la i take mrt for wat sia. then walk to the bus stop take 81 lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got car washing =)&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112342061069644865?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112342061069644865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112342061069644865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112342061069644865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112342061069644865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/08/newly-yours.html' title='NEwly yOurs'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112288443411688010</id><published>2005-08-02T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:20:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobias</title><content type='html'>Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Perception.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How u view problems, how you face phobias.&lt;br /&gt;a barrier i feel i'm never getting over. everytime it jus has to be this way. so many problems. so little solutions. wat if life was jus "birth" "live" "death" so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone is a hint of care, concern and chemistry. loving someone is deeply liking someone. so easy to explain and yet so hard to love. loving is one thing, holding on to tt relationship is another. A relationship is a commitment, a promise, a assurance. how sure can i be tt i can commit? how sure can i be tt, u can be assured. i'm afraid sooner or later i cant commit, i cant hold on. its not tt i dun wan to. believe me i do wan to. its jus i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as its hard, &lt;strong&gt;I'll HOLD ON&lt;/strong&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal with a broken smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112288443411688010?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112288443411688010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112288443411688010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112288443411688010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112288443411688010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/08/phobias.html' title='phobias'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112279209182198501</id><published>2005-08-01T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:41:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psycological barriers</title><content type='html'>and so my barrier's back.&lt;br /&gt;like a bug tt hooks on to me. never letting go.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i got over it but have i?&lt;br /&gt;many things i do, i never understand why.&lt;br /&gt;i told u its jus because i like to use big words but is it reali so?&lt;br /&gt;or is there a double meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;psycological barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna kill this bug, set myself free. but how can i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112279209182198501?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112279209182198501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112279209182198501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112279209182198501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112279209182198501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/psycological-barriers.html' title='psycological barriers'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112264752309874512</id><published>2005-07-30T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:32:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ur courage, ur words, ur emotions. they touched me</title><content type='html'>and so the big VB hoo haa has ended.&lt;br /&gt;but has it reali ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read wat yumei commented on melvin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm reali touched by the emotions she brought across. i reali felt it was from the heart, from deep inside. every word she said. i felt wat she meant. maybe some points wont how they should be put but, give her the credit tt she dared to comment dared to express her feelings. everything she said about passion. its all true. she played her part. she did her side of effort. she made the effort to come back everyday during the holidays to train the C gals. everyone knows. she came back everyday to train her own kai qiu. we all know. how can such effort such passion be said as nothing. i'm very impressed at how she brought across her feelings. tears rolled down. why? i was amazed at her courage. the courage to comment the courage to express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112264752309874512?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112264752309874512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112264752309874512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112264752309874512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112264752309874512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/ur-courage-ur-words-ur-emotions-they.html' title='ur courage, ur words, ur emotions. they touched me'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112255451332706093</id><published>2005-07-29T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:41:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u told me u loved me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people come people go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some people jus never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some people live their lives without love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;some people live their life with too much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haiz dunno why i write rubbish. muz be too free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have some noodles from the interchange food court.. got poisoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saw the doc at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;didn go school on tuesday, BUT jieting nv msg me.. felt damn sad. peiqi even worst say i pon tang! i dun pon tang school.. the most is i go late.. THE MOST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha now i need to think twice before i blog anything cuz i jus found out tt Mr goh reads ppl's blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;looking at the previous entries.. i think... i think... val is still not nice. miss tay is... ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saturday wan go buy new mp3 player and new bag.. i wan the nike sling bag.. go see lor if dun have then buy something else.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today i went wid jiaying and jieting go eat pastamania.. i ate like ALOT. potato salad, soup, drink, bread, pasta. COOL haha jiaying bought the tuna and bacan pasta BUT she doesn eat tuna. lame sia. she say she nv see. after tt we went looking for bags.. jieting say she wan buy the converse one.. then i saw one at wallet shop.. black, leather, white words. nice sia. but still think if i can find the nike one i'd buy it. then jiaying ps us!!! PS!!! haha ppl mother fetch mah.. so good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jus now go coach's house pass up home work.. now gonna eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112255451332706093?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112255451332706093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112255451332706093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112255451332706093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112255451332706093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-u-told-me-u-loved-me.html' title='if u told me u loved me'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112218404277492469</id><published>2005-07-25T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:47:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i wan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;time is not enough for me man. haha got no time for pratically everything.&lt;br /&gt;lets go back to friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-07-05&lt;br /&gt;met mic in the moring then went cheers to get the chocolates and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;walked into school rather early.. so everthing went on as per normal.. until recess,&lt;br /&gt;some idiot gals took ur place in the canteen and some more bring all their friends over. so wat if they wanna celebrate someone's birthday, so wat if they have a cake. does tt make it fair? hell NO. still dare to say "wat cant they understand? why cant they move away?" bloody bi+ch35. move away urself!!! then after recess walking up to class tt time jiaying say next time we wan snatch ppl's sit muz bring cake. lame sia, we saw audrey so ask her they wat class de.. she say she help us find out. haha then we came out wid the idea of going to their class room and sing birthday song for jiaying. since her birthday coming.  then all of us carry one muffin wid the candle on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn so angry le after tt lame joke. then it was art. like usual we didn have a art room to use AGAIN. since the term start until now lor. the other days we usd the library. but this week the library got ppl. so where do we go? to the balcony. u know wheres tt? its out side miss sim's art room. the sun was terribly hot.  me and weijian cannot ta han so go take 2  fans. so unlucky one stopped working. fine lor. then me and insuyra wanted to use the light box. we wanted to use the one in miss rokia's room cuz it was brighter. we asked her nicely if we could use and she jus said "got use miss sim's one" wat the hell. she takes the art room and now she doesn even allow us to use the light box? wat have we done tt we deserve to get this kind of treatment? her class got N level next year, we got O level next year. they can use we cannot? give me a reason why. then the lower sec can use the other art room. they dun have to paint every week but they can get tt room. why? is this fair? are u trying to tell me tt we're second class citizens and dun deserve a proper place to do our art? is the pricipal trying to tell us tt 3e4 does not deserve a art room? tell me it isn so man!&lt;br /&gt;we were all complaining and stuff. miss tay knew we weren happy but could she do anything? no. she called asked the ppl using the same table as me wat we were unhappy about. but it seemed tt only alvin, me and insuyra were voicing out ur opinions. even when we did, she jus listen but no action was taken. at the end she wanted to see  the three of us in private. she asked me why i was so angry. i told her " after so many years since the sch has started why is it tt only other class has to be outside?" "why 3t10 and the sec 2 class gets the art room and me dont" she gave some answer tt made me shut up. not because i wasn angry anymore but because i knew no matter wat i said it wont matter. so i went back to my sit. once i heard wee tao saying "its so hot" i couldn take it anymore. he kept complainting but when miss tay come he say he got no comments he didn say anything. coward. so i shouted at him lor "dun say u're hot when jus now u said u got no comments." ya so he say he didn say anything again. like WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;so the stupid day was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swensens wid jiaying, peiqi and jieting. had my vegatarian meal again. see them eat the pizza made me really envious. haha anyway...&lt;br /&gt;peqi didn go for vb. so the three of us go back to sch lo..&lt;br /&gt;jus when we were playing happily, the idiot woman ask us go run 10 rounds. she think wat she acting guai ar? peqi around tt time also dun need lor. she think pq not around means she call the shorts ar. ok lor we run. but she nv say after ten rounds muz stop. so we ran about 30 rounds then go field and run somemore. waiting for coach to come then go out. idiot woman, think we'll talk to her cuz pq not around. u thought wrong. so automatic hor we playing then u jus come in and join us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-07-05&lt;br /&gt;went vb.. idiot woman nv go.&lt;br /&gt;we happy.&lt;br /&gt;melvin agreed to take C gals and C boys they happier. i got no feeling. no diff to me.&lt;br /&gt;i went home.&lt;br /&gt;met mic at 230. went nokia care. so slow sia the que.. nvm jus wait lor.. so sad the phone so long later then can get back. after tt took 23 to sim lim there then walked to bugis. had gastric. so went and eat.. after tt go bedok play pool.. cuz cue club no table ao cannot play billard. valley also alot of ppl sia. so wait for table lor.. so sian my pool "skills" on and off.. at the end dun wan play le so take cab go pasir ris park.. so many ppl sia so walk by the river to my house there.. haha stopped half way cuz someone wan to eat his chocolate. then by the time its 1030 i wanna go home le.. so he walked me home then he went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-07-05&lt;br /&gt;studying at home.&lt;br /&gt;so bored&lt;br /&gt;no one in&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard it many times but i trust to believe it this time.&lt;br /&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/8098716-112218404277492469?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112218404277492469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112218404277492469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;dun like s.h. lol!&lt;br /&gt;k la tonight or wat then continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've ended my walk to no where.&lt;br /&gt;haha wat do i mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112176617387415062?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112176617387415062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112176617387415062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112176617387415062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112176617387415062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/perfect-picture.html' title='the perfect picture'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112160140747230126</id><published>2005-07-18T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:56:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redirection. returns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was reali fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went for art in the morning.. go to the muesuem. skipped vb.. they didn do much anyway. it was pouring. on the bus sat wid wei jian. he very siao sia. haha eat the sweet then dun wan share wid other ppl. then keep giving me. haha then pretend very nice. cute sia. then he laugh so loud scare ppl. sing all the hokien song wid alvin. i dun understand a thing. at the muesuem a bit sian lor. see ppl's work so nice. somemore sec1 sec2 also have. like WOW. the o level work was very nice. so i kinda know tt i'm gonna fail le. they do ao nice then can get A. plus only have a certain number of As every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway.. after tt i meet leom at sch then go her house. after tt we go mrt station. i meet gary and kuan nam they all.. she go take mrt to tam go edwin's house. meet them tt time got 2 other guys. jason and gordan. i think.. first we went to bugis.. gary wan buy clothes so we walk around bugis junction.. then i hungry so we go eat thai food but at the end only i ate lunch. the rest of them had mango pudding. i had pototo salad. yummy super nice. no meat for me still ma. after tt they go sim lim square meet a guy. they sold the sony digital cam they found to tt guy.. they guy speak terrible english. got some terrible slang, bet he thinks its cool.  anyway. the guy was super irritating make five of us acc him walk around. plus he was late. anyway they only know him through the net. anyway.. after tt we went somewhere in bugis to play pool.. on the way there i saw the shop ice-monster. then like very nice. so we go eat.. mango sherbet, wid ice and fresh mangos. not bad la but the mango so hairy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;   haha then they all say i eat a lot. cannot meh.. we reached the pool centre tt time got a lot of ppl.. then got the sign 16 and above only. they all seventeen le only i 14 then the woman ar. gary ur 16th birthday over le mah. he say his seventeenth birthday coming le. lol. then she jus laugh. so nv check me. the cue there so heavy like metal like tt. black colour. not nice de. but cannot blame the cue. anyway... i thought kuan nam's pool skills were good but his friend's skills were even better. make me wanna quit pool again. hahaha.. after tt go subway eat dinner. 3 of us shared 2 foot long sandwichs. cus kuan nam and jason go eat something else. haha.. the sand which was yummy! and i only bought a cookie. the cookie was the best part of the meal. after tt we walked to the mrt station. douby ghat. (spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i stopped at city hall to go marine bay.. go meet charlotte, shi huan, nelson, jasmine and mic. they were at marine there eating seafood. but mic's alegic to seafood. lol.. they were celebrating nelson's birthday. half way got fireworks. the ppl there like nv see fire works before sia. anyway.. shi huan they all say wan go play pool so we went valley lor.. reach valley is already 10.. play until 1110 then i go home le.. reach home is already 1135 like tt bathe and all is 12 plus le. mic they all stayed on till 12 plus. so cool. so sad i cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today go church then coem home and study le lor. so guai. the maths tuition hw still haven finish dunno how.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha update alot le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i came back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112160140747230126?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112160140747230126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112160140747230126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112160140747230126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112160140747230126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/redirection-returns.html' title='redirection. returns.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112143613258483803</id><published>2005-07-16T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:02:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me hope to carry on</title><content type='html'>today was boring..&lt;br /&gt;lessons were BORING. feel tt i blog the same thing about school everyday!&lt;br /&gt;but its true school is boring.. rushing through homework.. stuff.. tml going the musuem thing.. before tt go vb first. then maybe go leom house bathe then go out. muz acc her go her house so her mum will think she going out wid me. haha edwin's birthday mah.. i know how it feels to celebrate a birthday without the one u love. cuz somewhere in my life, i made someone go through a lonely birthday. so i help them lor. haha. today acc leom buy his present. k la muz be honest. he very troublesome. haha.. after tt went study.. so guai =)&lt;br /&gt;muz study le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is my turning point.&lt;br /&gt;my point of return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112143613258483803?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112143613258483803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112143613258483803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112143613258483803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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theres nothing tt will ever change. time will change nothing.&lt;br /&gt;school days have been very boring.. like so boring.. test and test all coming.. then no time to study.. like the past few days got not enough sleep, then today wake up not well.. daddy see le say take care ok.. wan dun go sch mah. haha i happy sia dad concern. then dinner time he go gelang buy frog porridge for me. cuz i only eat one kind of porridge. so touched.anyway reach school then better le. the headache all gone le. fever, no more.&lt;br /&gt;so much homework.. no time sia.&lt;br /&gt;summary speech art...&lt;br /&gt;no time to blog le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112126340677887476?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112126340677887476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-112096020655395714</id><published>2005-07-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T09:50:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby one more time.</title><content type='html'>i had a great time yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;morning go vb then 215 meet weijian and wee tao.&lt;br /&gt;went bugis.. gonna buy alvin's present mah.. went long john eat lunch... had fries and colstraw (how u spell?) haha cannot eat meat mah.. fasting. then wei jian go pretend tt the chicken was so nice. nearly couldn ta han. after tt go bugis walk walk.. then bought alvin's present.. cannot say wat is it cuz i scared he read my blog. lol.. then after tt i bought myself a bag.. white. love it. haha&lt;br /&gt;after tt went walking in circles in bugis junction. then we took neo print!!!! hahaha fun sia. after tt we very tired so thought can go the cinema there sit, but no sit. so sian.. haha but we saw one uncle sitting alone so wei jian purposely go squeeze wid him.. damn funny. then go say in chinese " i tired me then i sit lor" haha wat sia.. felt a bit bad. then he still ask me wan to sit or not. hahaha then i say ok. he go push the uncle a bit then give me space to sit. lols. so funny. after a while the uncle walked off. wahahaha tt was like comedy. anyway after tt wei jian the mom called then he say he wan go back le.. anyway i was meeting mic at 0630 so also almost time le. so go mrt station.. then mic say wan get nelson's birthday present, then i ask him wat nelson like he say dunno. ask him if nelson's wallet was old he say dunno ask him wat nelson need he also say dunno. some friend hor.. know him for like how long everything also dunno. haha. at the end he say buy him dinner. after tt go the cinema there AGAIN and sit.. but AGAIN no sit. so stand lor. then finally got ppl go. haha then sit there so long they still haven come out. then wan call him tt time he sprang out from behind. lol jasmine and nelson!!! i nearly had a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;then they go eat jap food. jas and me didn eat. mic eat slow sia. haha&lt;br /&gt;after which we went to bedok to play pool. a bit boring also dunno why maybe cuz i cannot play well. why? i also dunno. went mac eat ice cream then go mrt station le sian rite? 0930 ask me go home. nvm la jas need to go mah then go lor. at the end she saw her sis then went off first. then two guys send me home. haha like funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;did my tuition homework then studied a bit then go zzz le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;went church. (0630)&lt;br /&gt;come home (0920)&lt;br /&gt;then smelled durians so go search the fidge and YES i found durians. lol ate a few pieces. haha&lt;br /&gt;later mus do art research and my english speech. topic- singlish should be encouraged in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;muz start work now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112096020655395714?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112096020655395714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112096020655395714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112096020655395714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112096020655395714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-one-more-time.html' title='baby one more time.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112083027633800602</id><published>2005-07-09T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:44:36.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby u were once mine.</title><content type='html'>boring day.&lt;br /&gt;woke up like usual 5am. then my sister woke up late then i wait for her lor.. then see like a bit late le then tell her we take cab so can leave later. haha 0645 go downstairs.. 0710 then catch the cab.. so i know i late le so send my sister to school first lor.. after tt go meet friends.. 0830 then go school.. tony ask stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. mdm chen seems to be in very bad condition cuz she hasn come for more then a week le. hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;after school went pastamania wid jiaying, jieting and peiqi.. after tt go jiaying the house. Alfa as grown heavier. then the teeth not straight de (is tt normal for dogs?) haha then fi-fi so thin.. u bully ur dog rite jiaying... so bad.. then later peiqi and jieting go drink beer. only got tiger then i dun like so i nv drink. actually ask jiaying dun let them drink cuz scared they high.. tt time in malaysia tt experience is good enough man. scary. anyway.. went reach school tt time their face a bit red lor like tt only..&lt;br /&gt;volleyball was ok lor.. a bit slack la.. melvin suppose to be back today but he didn come. like expected. then val also nv come for vb. everyone was glad. tml need to run the 11 story. haha i got 17 stories to climb. haha like one of the least le la. wahaha good luck jiaying and leom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml will be pooling again. yeah.. love it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing well in my studies..          all i wanna do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112083027633800602?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112083027633800602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112083027633800602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112083027633800602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112083027633800602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-u-were-once-mine.html' title='baby u were once mine.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112073939944589685</id><published>2005-07-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:29:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i sure?</title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;today's nelson's birthday so happy birthday to him!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed back to do art once again. i used 2 hours to finish one flower, miss tay still say its ok.  i have art again tml, i hope she doesn ask me to stay back, cuz i wanna go cut my hair. i have no idea who'se gonna accompany me. i jus realised tt my whole life is revolving around art. wat has becomed of me? i haven touched my science books and maths for days. i better do something before my grades start dropping. i wanna make it in to a good JC. no matter wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about stuff and i guess being different wont change anything. forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112073939944589685?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112073939944589685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112073939944589685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112073939944589685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112073939944589685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-sure.html' title='am i sure?'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112064769694516063</id><published>2005-07-07T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:01:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be different</title><content type='html'>damn sian day.&lt;br /&gt;do all the sian things. lol.&lt;br /&gt;mr said nv go reservice he was sick yesterday. thought i would have free periods today. anyway i hear mdm chen got hospitalized. wish her all the best. tt day when she was in schol she seemed rather ok, now in hospital.. so scary. okok...&lt;br /&gt;stayed back today for art. so boring sit there and dream.. only the last hour then draw a cat. it didn even look like a cat la. but anyway miss tay at the end nv comment on my drawings jus say next time use paint cuz i got a lot of sketches in pencil. tml need to stay back again. God bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt i went wid alvin go eat.. the uncle heard my order wrongly sia then give me fried rice instead of noodles, chicken soup instead of tom yam. wa so sian.. then at first i thought nvm la jus eat. but after eating a bit i went and bought the tom yam soup. so i had 2 kinds of soup for dinner. took 81 home like usual. then saw edwin and yew kai. talk talk a bit lor. they going for tuition. tt reminds me i've got tons of maths tuition homework. dunno how sia.&lt;br /&gt;sunday is alvin's birthday. i think i'll try to go out lor. try la. dunno parents allow mah. but present will get de la =) i'm so nice. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112064769694516063?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112064769694516063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112064769694516063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112064769694516063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112064769694516063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wanna-be-different.html' title='i wanna be different'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112057237057813616</id><published>2005-07-06T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:06:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fun can?</title><content type='html'>haha yesterday was a holiday then woke up so early also dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;went breakfast wid parents so happy. then after tt parents went wid us to suntec. haha take the chance go spend their cash. went the adidas shop. so big so nice so many nice clothes. haha at the end only got time to buy 2 shirts then sister bought one jacket liminted addiction. but i dun reali think it was tt nice. anyway.. after tt parents go le then me and my sis go meet her friends. we watched mr and mrs smith first. haha damn funny but the ending a bit fake lor. after tt was intial D fell asleep. sad sia. haha so dunno the story.&lt;br /&gt;at night go funan see lap top then go home le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had sch like usual..&lt;br /&gt;jus tt mdm chen nv come so chinese so sian do compo.&lt;br /&gt;then mr said go reservise (how u spell the one u go back to the army) two weeks no maths. like wow. class all fail le. jus cam back from tuition. like boring. in class i everything also dun understand.. so sian dunno wats wrong wid me. need coach repeat 2 more times then i understand. haiz. muz buck up le. maths only mah, like so hard like tt. if so hard then other subjects how?  haiz tml got chem got the new teacher. so sian she talk only the ppl infront of her can hear sia. why are we given all the new or relive teachers. the sch doesn take us seriously sia. like find lor. i'll study myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112057237057813616?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112057237057813616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112057237057813616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112057237057813616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112057237057813616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-fun-can.html' title='so fun can?'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112036226633120156</id><published>2005-07-04T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:44:26.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corrections, redirections.</title><content type='html'>jus reached home. got the CIP thing at tam stadium.. so early sia now so sleepy. sitting in from of the com eating rice and vegatables. i feel pathetic. haiz.. muz fast muz fast no meat no meat. morning took cab to sch cuz i woke up late . haha then meet jiaying first.. thought got nothing to eat at mac but realised got pancakes. yummy! had two and wasted one. then slowly slowly all the rest of them come le. this year not fun de nothing to do then jus stand there and say "good morning""zhao an""pls tear ur coupon to collect ur goodie bag" stupid rite? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaying they all went tm.. i decided to go home and study. no mood mah. also dunno why. haiz. maybe i should focus more on my studies lor. the i walking to the 81 there then jobel ask me wait for her. she also go home sia. haha so guai. tml gonna have breakfast wid my parents and my sister. so happy. like finally got family time. then after tt go wid my sis and her friends go watch movie. wanna watch war of the worlds and inicial D (dunno how to spell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday got no mood to shop so the whole day eat and eat nv buy anything so sian. nvm go another day. wanna ZZZ le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted the previous post =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-112036226633120156?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112036226633120156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112036226633120156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112036226633120156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112036226633120156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/07/corrections-redirections.html' title='corrections, redirections.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-112004750613407842</id><published>2005-06-30T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:18:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my studies, my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if u asked me why, i'd have nth to say. but if u asked me is it u? i'd tell u no. if feel sad i'll not be there. i feel tt i never was there for u in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;almost stayed back for art. bluff miss tay i got detention. well i almost had detention its jus i ran off. long story. socks again. anyway.. after sch went out wid small B gals and jiaying and jieting. ate at long john. so not nice de nv even eat half. saw the B boys there also. after tt jieting wan buy stuff for d and t so went toys r us. had a long chat wid the small B gals. lynette, kereen, rebecca and jerline. someone cried. well three of us have things in common. "hurtx" i told them to move on, maybe i should tell myself too. but i have been telling myself too but it doesn seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;tml got social studies test. i studied yesterday le so later jus revise.&lt;br /&gt;jieting a bit mad le..&lt;br /&gt;she go around saying tt she like khyrul. like hell she does. haha like some big joke like tt. then she dare to go around and say " khyrul i like u" so brave, too bad its not real. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do well.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna score.&lt;br /&gt;jus watch me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do well.&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/8098716-112004750613407842?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/112004750613407842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=112004750613407842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112004750613407842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/112004750613407842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-studies-my-life.html' title='my studies, my life'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111976210211946701</id><published>2005-06-27T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:01:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time in my moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after vb went catch a movie wid jerline. since reb, jobel, jiaying and jieting wasn free it was jus the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wanted to watch inicial D but all selling fast then sure left the terrible sits so at the end watch alot like love. so romantic sia. the show was ok ok la not say very nice. jerline and i acted like lesbians in the cinema sia. feed each other pop-corn and the chips hahaha. it was fun! after tt walk in the mall when the shops all started closing. 930 all close close close. so we walked in the mall widout shops open. at the end so sleepy so go home ZZZ. fun sia i wanna watch movie wid jerline again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soon gal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now doing all the rest of my homework. plus studying for the up coming SS test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i feel hard working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am hardworking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kereen, i posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111976210211946701?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111976210211946701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111976210211946701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111976210211946701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111976210211946701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-in-my-moment.html' title='the time in my moment'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111961954678438404</id><published>2005-06-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:25:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment in time.</title><content type='html'>the moment in time when there were&lt;br /&gt;no worries, no work, no pressure. no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm back. back from my merry land. and back to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was fun. VERY fun. it really pulled us (all the sec2 and 3s) together. the first day was 90% of the time on the bus. we went picture crazy. taking photos after photos. jerline got bus sick.(poor thing) she was as pale as a sheet of paper. lucky i knew i would get kinda dizzy so i took the pill. by the time we reached cameron it was already dark plus freezing. like brrrr. wahaha. the food sucked big time! but cannot be fussy mah so eat lor. steam boat dun taste like steam boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd day we went to the bee farm, the tea plantation, the rose farm(?) haha, the strawberry farm, the vegtable farm(?).&lt;br /&gt;at the strawberry farm me and wen qian when and do the self plucking. so fun we got pluck starwberries. actually wan do wid jieting they all de but then they say 40 ringit not worth it. and i bought roses. so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day&lt;br /&gt;sunway lagoon!&lt;br /&gt;haha seven of us only took the dry rides. and tt included me. so fun the rollar coaster.. actually didn dare to take cuz i afraid of heights. then jobel pull me in. no regrets man so fun we took the ride three times. then got the 360 degree ride. we sat on tt ride twice. all fifteen of us!  screams and more screams. at the end so dizzy le so went shopping at sunway pyramid. me, kereen, jobel, lynette, xing hui and felicia.. love shopping. dunno why kereen walk so super fast. haha but anyway i realised tt lynette was a really nice person to shop wid cuz we got attracted to the same stuff and shops. shopaholics. at the end no time then only buy one t-shirt. (sad) then go on the bus see ppl buy so many nice things from those shops we didn have time to see.. feel reali sad lor. then those stuff was damn nice.then at night go feed mosquitoes. the hotel we stayed in was totally creepy. only the last night la. the radius international. so gross got crockroaches(how to shell?) me and jieting's room was totally creepy. the pictures were scary. then there was a rather big patch of blood on the chair. *yuck* at the end bunked in wid peiqi and val. didn sleep cuz of various reasons. (ppl's snoring issues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forth day went to malacca.&lt;br /&gt;only one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;hui min got lost, but we found her. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tt was the last day.  i was really sad to leave.. i feel so bonded to everyone. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the today went for sec 2 and 3 bonding session also. went seoul garden wid jerline, rebecca, peiqi, jiaying, val, jieting, yumei and leom. so sad the other sec 2s didn come. we had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;then went for vb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111961954678438404?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111961954678438404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111961954678438404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111961954678438404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111961954678438404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/06/moment-in-time_24.html' title='the moment in time.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111915151266293097</id><published>2005-06-20T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:37:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogg'in blogger.</title><content type='html'>lalala&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging. my entries are so far apart eh? like 5 days 1 week apart. wat to do. i'm so forgetful, but not as forgetful as yumei la after 2 reminders she forgot. wahaha nvm i dun take stuff like tt so seriously. u're jus lucky i wore PE t-shirt instead of camp t-shirt. if not i can go home le. lol&lt;br /&gt;saturday nv run st 21... hoo hoo!!!! wan celebrate. haha but over le la. then do the carry ppl thing. carried reb like usual. the fence is super hard to climb therefore i took off my shoes and climb. haha. after tt they play 3 vs 3 then i sian so go home lor. haiz so pathetic. after tt went to church wid angie. vickson hair super gold sia. then angie's hair multi colour. haha. service was great as usual. then go play pool.&lt;br /&gt;sian la again cannot play. straight ball hit until like *terrible* la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going malaysia le. gonna miss my mummie, my daddie, my sister, jiaying, yumei, u*, pei and and and dunno le. if i didn type ur name it jus means i forgot =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having cash issues. dunno if i changed too much ringit. then now the singapore dollars like more rite so should change less ma. then if i dun change then reach there not enough how? haha. nvm i'll think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111915151266293097?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111915151266293097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111915151266293097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111915151266293097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111915151266293097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloggin-blogger.html' title='blogg&apos;in blogger.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111855289587651362</id><published>2005-06-13T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T13:08:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life's pathetic. everyday eat, shit, sleep, go training, go tuition. like tt nia. like so sian la. i wanna go back to school. school's so fun, so cool so entertaining, so everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lets back track the days of my life. starting wid yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11 june 2005,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;met jiapei and one plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Purpose: pass pei her birthday present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                 have lunch wid her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                 catch up wid her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she highlighted her hair.. so nice sia. she says its purple but it looks pink to me. hahaha went cs first then she say wan see wallet so we went and see the guess wallets at metro. nice sia. then at the end she ask me choose. after tt went ebase see clothes.. she say all so loose loose de. then nv buy. like always we met the B gals and tm.. after tt pei say wan drink coffee so go coffee bean.. then wnet popular help her supervisor get styrofoam board. the cashier gave us the plastic bag so big sia. like garbage bag jus tt it was white. then we went up pav give the supervisor. then decided to go swensens for lunch. they renovated the place but there wasn much difference. while we were about to order our food pei shouted "thiam seng" i thought she was joking la then i turn around he really there. adam, wei jie, jen an, jason and thiam seng all there lor. but they nv see us. so pei call them lor. blah blah blah... then pei and thiam seng stand at the window do sign language. then went pav play pool. fun man.. dunno why the first few games all my double go in. haha. after tt acc mic go cut hair. i kept my laughter to myself. =) then go pav play again. fun sia. ten plus reach home then bathe and zzz le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10 june 2005,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wat can i say all fridays are pretty much the same. wake up, wait for 2pm, go vb. wait for 0730, go home. haha only this time i went for dinner wid jiaying, yumei, jieting and wen qian. at first wan go pizza hut then jiaying and jieting muz go back soon so me and yumei compromize. go long john silver. jieting left first cuz raining then her mum fetch her. haiz so jealous. why their parents all can always fetch them. then mine dun have time at all. then yumei dad fetch her. jiaying take mrt. so i'm left wid wen qian. actually also wan call my dad de sia. then think already feel tt it would be a miricle if he came. so forget it lor. take bus home. on the bus thought about it lor. my mum nv work le then still no time for me. like no difference la. my dad? dun need say also know he so busy. hardly at home. aiya.. tts life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;09 june 2005,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went my cousin's house again. three ppl in his family kena dengue fever. so poor thing then he also kena. 11 only lei then go hospital visit him. then went his house see his brother. have been rushing from hospital to his house. then at his house kena a lot of mosquito bits sia. mummie say incubation period for dengue is 4-5 days. so we shall see if i got fever. if have then be prepared to go hospital visit me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so sian la dun wan type le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tts all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111855289587651362?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111855289587651362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111855289587651362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111855289587651362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111855289587651362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/06/moment-in-time.html' title='the moment in time.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111751156738459763</id><published>2005-06-01T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:52:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results? terrible.</title><content type='html'>hmm... at least got 10 days nv blog le. finally got the time to do so. got the report book on thursday.. mummie met mr said then they had a long talk. and seriously i was kinda hoping she would stop talking about A maths. she kepy telling mr said tt i wan drop art and take A maths. i love mahs. yes i do but dropping art and all tt would also mean going round and round getting approvals.. tts gonna be super troublesome. then mr said was talking about my L1 R5 and L1 R4.. he told my mum i can make it into a poly no doubt about tt. then mummie said she dun wan me go poly. then mr said say going JC for me is not tt hard if i add in more effort. i was rather surprized tt my class ranking was 44/195 and class ranking was 3/34. haha sounds very nice rite. but i have to admitt my subjects are alot easier. anyway... so they had their long boring talk and i jus sat there. then after tt mum say wan eat seoul garden so go eat lor.. then when shopping.. like so long nv go shop wid her le.. bought my adidas jacket.. then lots of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday went queensway buy shoe.. i'm damn unlucky my feet is bigger then 26 but smaller then 26.5 then i bought the 26.5 lor then so big. why my feet so long but not fat enough?? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sch for training.. then saturday went for training also... so guai rite.. then go home bathe then go out again. play pool.. pool sucks la. idiot ball. hahahaha joking. pool so fun i'm like still nuts over pool.  sunday stayed at home and do tuition homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.. woke up then called jieting ask her wat time training and all.. then she say 330.. then say very little sec three go.. then i go ask my mum can go mah.. she say can then i faster bathe then go le lor.. shoe fell out during training. (pai sei sia) then got tuition at 7. wait wid nic and alvin for jen an to bathe. he was damn fast lor i thought will have to wait for 30 min or so but a while he come down le. then bring one wet one dry towel for me. as i aspected it was both PINK. cute sia. tuition was boring man. sit there and eat then still wan ZZZ. then 9 plus walked wid the guys to mac.. then called my mum then she say "come home now!" like i still young sia. then go home lor. pathetic. now no one at home so boring. but not bad la no one nag and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes... my phone got con again. stupid. so msg and call the other number..&lt;br /&gt;tts all for now. bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111751156738459763?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111751156738459763/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-111649315843467055</id><published>2005-05-20T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:59:18.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like wow.</title><content type='html'>today was the results day.&lt;br /&gt;and as we all know i didn do well.&lt;br /&gt;my day started with mother tongue. and yes i failed terribly. but NO i'm not the lowest in the level (yumei i'm NOt) a pathetic 34 was wat i scored. so my day started of horribly. next up was art. i knew i didn do well for my final piece. anything tt u have to fill it up wid colours means fail for me. haha but lucky my prep work saved me. a boarder line 56. miss tay say tt she was so surprized i would get so low. cuz she did make our prep work for CA3 and i got hishest in class. then the mid year i get 56. pathetic. anyway... physics was up.. miss chia gave us back both physics and chem. i seriously thought my chem would be not bad. but it turned out tt i got 29/50. the average for my class was 23.3 over 50. power rite. haha. haiz. chem is so pathetic. nvm i'll work harder. i thought i failed physics but i got 30/50. should have studied harder. therefore combine sci i got 59/100 like one mark to a B. o.. well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren tt happy during recess.. as our results weren tt great. first up after recess was P.O.A like wow. i didn bring calculator on tt day so i wasn expecting a miricle for me to get a A1. i got 69. like WASTED! if i brought my calculator i might have got A. well was over's over. miss wong was totally angry wid my class shout until cry then so funny she said " and i dun even have tissue" seriously cannot control then i laugh. after tt was english. iss zahira started off wid " as an encouragement, i would like to say tt the whole level did badly.... so dun feel so bad...." haha thought she was rather nice. anyway. i found out tt i wrote out of point for the first essay. not reali out of point la. 17/30 first time compo so low. then the letter wrting i got 21/30 and even got the "good" there sia. the essay pulled my score down. the the paper alone i got 26/50 not many ppl passed so i didn feel tt bad. so overall i scored 60. highest was 64. not bad no bad. hahah. the it was killer maths.&lt;br /&gt;scared until like wat sia. at first i got 57/80 for paper one and 47.5/80 for paper 2 then later go get somemore marks become 58/80 for paper one and 49.5/80. haha so overall is 68. not bad rite.haha first in class AlVIn. haha a bit unfair jen an got 68 coach nv scold i got 68 he scold say wat expected more. then so low.. blah.. haha watever.&lt;br /&gt;tml getting abck ss and history. scary. wanna do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111649315843467055?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-111604442384806778</id><published>2005-05-15T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:20:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfectly mine</title><content type='html'>exams are finally over. and i finally can use the com.&lt;br /&gt;monday was like hell broke lose. parents kicked a big fuss when they saw the pics in my hp. then go search my room found the last time neo print. because of the orange one. i kena hoot. then bleed. blue back. why? cuz of the neo print. damn dumb la. daddie called michael. and yes of course daddie said all the not ready for relationship things.&lt;br /&gt;crap. nvm. wat matters is tt we're still together. nothing will change. and i'm grounded. sad case. hp also tio con. haiz now bathe tt time damn pain lor. the soap or water touch the wounds then "oUcH" haha.&lt;br /&gt;k la dunno wat to say le.&lt;br /&gt;miss u perfectly mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111604442384806778?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111604442384806778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111604442384806778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111604442384806778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111604442384806778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/05/perfectly-mine.html' title='perfectly mine'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111552066009268861</id><published>2005-05-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T10:51:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new begining</title><content type='html'>its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;since i blogged cuz its the exam week and mummie has banded the com but i'm still using it. haha hush hush. so many things have changed most for the better some for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;- passed every subject for ca3 and got 4 A1s and 2 B3s the english dunno how much yet only know is confrim pass.&lt;br /&gt;- mickey mouse (wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST.&lt;br /&gt;- i miss jiapei. so many things i wanna tell her so many things.. so so so many..&lt;br /&gt;- friends have been studying but i cant go wid them cuz of both parental control and personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;- ( i read ur blog, i know how u feel. i jus dunno wat to say. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are here i better get back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111552066009268861?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111552066009268861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111552066009268861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111552066009268861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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never knew my words could have such an impact on you. i'm reali sorry.&lt;br /&gt;exams are here so mum dun reali let me use com le. so sian. yesterday went and play pool. hong rui learns so fast sia. one day and he can play le. not bad not bad. alvin was making a nuisance of himself (as usual) sing chinese songs and sitting on the floor then holding the cue stick the other way round.... but i really had my share of laughter. and yes jieting did not come AGAIN. she was at woodlands wid someone. she didn wanna say who so i didn wanna ask.&lt;br /&gt;tuition..&lt;br /&gt;theres tuition tml.. i haven completed my hw.. i've got tons of it. nvm i finish it by today..&lt;br /&gt;to jiapei: whatever your decision is u can be assured i'll be here for u=)&lt;br /&gt;to peiqi: haha jelly beans on tuesday k..&lt;br /&gt;to tt someone: sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8098716.post-111451759952436834</id><published>2005-04-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:13:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions</title><content type='html'>today. 26-04-05&lt;br /&gt;so long nv blog le.. now then got time..&lt;br /&gt;over the days i realised lots of differences between us. i know this might sound weird but i reali dun see how forcing anyone of us to change will hold on to our relationship. u told me tt u're willing to change, but why change for me? why force urself. jus be ur self. sorry for walking off in the morning. was reali angry.&lt;br /&gt;started tuition at coach there le.. the lesson pace is kinda slower then my old tuition. tts gd rite?? i suppose so.. lessons in sch was so fun man. art teacher nv come (yay! yay! yay!) mr lau came and take the lesson.. and he saw me and wei jian eating the chocolate. hee.. clever me immediately shout "wei jian why u put ur chocolate here" wahaha the alvin they all go say "wei jian why u eat?" haha then lau nv scold anway. haha. wei jian ar wei jian i faster then u ar.. so sad! then other lessons was like free period.. eat chocolate.. joke.. talk.. sleep.. no one scold no one say anything.. today was miss zahira's birthday. my class say a birthday song for her. how nice rite? haha.. so sian.. jus now study le. later muz go study again.. so guai. exams here le. i wanna do well.... tts all lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ hate me, we all have faults ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111451759952436834?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111451759952436834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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ar.</title><content type='html'>today was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2am to study history.. how guai rite?. lols anyway.. studied till bout 5 then go bathe all tt le lor.. went to meet him at the mrt station. reached earlier AGAIN. i should seriously learn how to be late. then went cheers buy food. i bought so much chocolate sia.. i seriously ate until later on see chocolate only feel like vomitting. (serious) metal note to myself: do not eat more then 10 dollars worth of chocolate. during art lesson i shared the chocolate wid wei jian and wee tao. so disgusting cuz the chocolate melted thanks to the emergency exercise and the terrible sun. so ate the half melted chocolate.. tasted not bad la.. but now think of choclate feel like puking! anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we had to stay back for the cheering thingy.. well as usual no one was interested. so our *clever* chairman picked ppl to do the cheering thing. and yes i was one of the unlucky ones. how lame... cant believe they let jen an go because his friends were not happy. why didn peiqi kick the door of something.. maybe then me and jieting could have gone off to! o ya.. because of tt i kinda got a little pissed. ok not a little a lot. (sorry bout tt jen an, my sincere apologies) me and my temper.&lt;br /&gt;so after the cheering thing i went and meet him then go tm walk walk.. so sian. buy the curve ruler then french curve then hair bands plus alot of other things lor.. then give ppl say i spend money very fast. (get use to it! =) ) then went CS saw peiqi, jiaying and jieting.. after tt go home lor.. so sleepy but then stuied from 5 to six thirty.. then go buy dinner.. grandpa's getting admitted to hospital again tml.. cuz the doctor says theres water in his lungs. haiz. my other grandpa die because of water in his lungs sia. so scary. hope his ok.. mumie has gone to see him..&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm starting my new tuition on monday.. yays!&lt;br /&gt;tts bout all.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111408316066796651?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111408316066796651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111408316066796651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111408316066796651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111408316066796651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/sian-ar.html' title='sian ar.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111399694410407224</id><published>2005-04-21T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:35:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my toes are laughing</title><content type='html'>wah.. so long nv blog le...&lt;br /&gt;finally got time wors.&lt;br /&gt;k.. lets start from monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson was like normal.. then got vb.. kena bluff by the valerie to run ten rounds.. when only sec2 and sec1 need to run.. who ask me go there so blurr. run lo.. run finsih le then peiqi tell me no need run. LOLs. today vb very slack lor.. no coach everyone was like playing.. at 5 like tt me and rebecca went mad.. i ask her wan go run the field ma. she say dun wan she wan run st 21. then run until the gate she say dun wan la she lazy. then i say run field lor so run to the field then run 2 rounds then come out.. then continue running the the basket ball court.. then go in the field run again.. after tt run out again.. then jobel and audrey follow us run.. after tt they run out and lock me inside. LAME man.. then i too lazy to argue wid them so i jus sit in the field lor. haha so pai sei so many ppl look. i sat there until jobel open the gate for me. haha. then go home so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in sch to wait for him* cuz he kena detention.. go do art lor. so sian....&lt;br /&gt;sit there for dunno how many hours.. then so hungry.. haha after tt ask de cong help me buy food. gave him 5 dollars he go buy 5 dollars of chicken. siao sia. then i eat until like mad. haha. he so funny sia. bring in the packet of chicken then give the teacher see then he put in his pocket.. then the teacher ask him " hot anot? " lols i laugh until wan drop man. after tt go interchange wid him then take bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were ok lor.. boring.. but ok..&lt;br /&gt;haha after recess was physics then mother tongue.. haha someone go shout bad word when teacher walk in then she gave us a lecture for the whole period. gd lor no need study. haha then dunno wat we taling about the i picked up a new phrase from jen an. "my toes are laughing" so lame sia. he still down there show me and alvin his shoes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;then stayed back AGAIN to wait for him.. he got rehearsal mah. then wanted to go rebecca the house de but at the end stayed in sch study and play vb. so hot sia. then go interchange wid him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup tts all..&lt;br /&gt;bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my toes laugh again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111399694410407224?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111399694410407224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111399694410407224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111399694410407224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111399694410407224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-toes-are-laughing.html' title='my toes are laughing'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111374638522522312</id><published>2005-04-18T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:59:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- for life</title><content type='html'>hee.. today so happy.. yesterday so happy.. eveyday so happy.&lt;br /&gt;lol i siao le.. yesterday go play pool wid him*, gary, kuan nam and bo wen. me only gal again.. tt jieting bluff my again then dun wan pick up phone. nvm lor. i quit pool man. play until i give up le. played wid gary at first.. then lose two rounds. then play wid kuan nam. give him trash 4 rounds. finally he take away all of my ball i jus have to hit the black ball in i also atill lose. so embrassing. give the people there laugh. one ball also cannot hit in. siao liao quit pool ! dunno why will so lousy sia. anyway. after tt go bugis find bowen the stead and her friends. so boring. at the end he* send me home hor.. hee.&lt;br /&gt;today wake up then do hw.. then go tuition..&lt;br /&gt;after tt meet him* haha he late. again. lol then ask me i angry anot 3 times. lol. no la nv angry lar!!!! then go walk walk.. bought my handphone key chain. so nice. wahaha. then after tt go pei him* eat.. i on diet so cannot eat. haha. i on diet nehs. for a few days nia la. i siao le mah =) see him* eat so temptting sia. then he* send me home.. haha.. then now so sia..&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;blog finish le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LoVe yOu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111374638522522312?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111374638522522312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111374638522522312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111374638522522312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111374638522522312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-life.html' title='- for life'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111348021813357715</id><published>2005-04-15T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:03:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy.</title><content type='html'>today was a happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were surprizingly so short dunno why.. all the lesson passed super fast. after school went century to buy hair band and hair clips cuz tml me and jieting wanna tie hair go sch so need hair clips haha. we are so lame sia. tml got pe sia run 20 rounds. haha anyway anyway.. after go century went to meet him*. when for lunch.. haha the fish and chips so much sia. haha then at the end i made him eat for me. haha then he say i bully him. haha after lunch went to his friend's house.. funny sia they shout from the house to the friend at the opp block. LOLs. then went back east point.. after tt seven like tt i go home le lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~get well soon k?&lt;br /&gt;*take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k nth le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111348021813357715?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111348021813357715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111348021813357715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111348021813357715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111348021813357715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-happy.html' title='So happy.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111338732067125763</id><published>2005-04-14T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:15:20.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN</title><content type='html'>done my my new blogskin le..&lt;br /&gt;ok ok let me start with how my days have been..&lt;br /&gt;the past few days i've been getting back all my CA papers.. so i did rather well this CA.. so far la.. i got B3 for chinese A1 for combine humanities (84) e maths A1 (85) POA A1 (87.5) tts all i know lor.. but gd rite the results?. haha.. NY NY!! weee..&lt;br /&gt;12 of april 2005. a day to remember. wahaha. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda sian..&lt;br /&gt;after sch went TM and CS go look for sch shoes.. went wid rebecca and jieting.. the shoes were so not nice lors. when i found one nike one tt was nice dun have my size. wat sia. then ok lor i wanted the converse one.. also no size.. then saw another converse one.. also no size.. sian liao so at the end i bought the one tt farah's wearing the rebok one.. ok ok lor.. then went home.. reach at about 0430 bahs..&lt;br /&gt;went online.. received a friendster msg from someone.. haiz. sorry la. i reali didn know mah. anywy i have the choice to choose who i want. ok ok not important.&lt;br /&gt;feel super guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i caused the two of u to not trust each other. i reali am..&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111338732067125763?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111338732067125763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111338732067125763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111338732067125763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111338732067125763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111322240713834765</id><published>2005-04-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:26:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair.</title><content type='html'>my hair is so *toot*&lt;br /&gt;i regret cutting.&lt;br /&gt;it will grow back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;no time to write le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mouse.. get better soon=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got B3 for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;so happy.went to see the tpjc gals and nyjc match. Ny so good.&lt;br /&gt;today was so boring. maths was in the ava room. so cold. wei jian is so fussy help him draw the curve he still complian not nice. jiapei is so cute! haha.. nv go vb today. heard tt training was NOT fun. haha heard de la. anyway i'll be going for saturday's training. weeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;take care wor *mouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111322240713834765?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111322240713834765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111322240713834765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111322240713834765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111322240713834765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-hair.html' title='my hair.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111310249587039979</id><published>2005-04-11T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:08:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its ok. reali</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a bad mood day for me..&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition then after 2 and a half hours the teacher still dun wan let me go. super irritated lor. so the day started off wid my pathetic lesson. i was suppose to meet jerry at 1315 but i reached at 1344. felt rather bad for being late.. but he didn seem tt angry. haha sorry ar sorry.&lt;br /&gt;then went to his friend's house to wait for the friend to bathe finish and so on.. so slow sia. wait until wan sleep. then the weather so hot. then go lavender play pool.. met gary and kuan nam there.. see them play thought they ok ok nia. played a few arounds wid jerry. dunno why kept winning ( give chance de rite ) so funny.. his cue keep accidentally touching the ball. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play finish le then went concourse the burger king eat dinner/lunch. bought the meal which came wid chicken tenders. i see so much food then full le. haha. at the end gave the burger to jerry then eat the fries and tenders. bo wen and jerry shared the burger.. he went and open the burger to get the tomatoes out. as jerry claimed tt he didn eat "original tomatoes" lol so cute.. original sia still got pirated ar. haha. anyway.. went to another place to play pool (again) played wid kuan nam. sia la first two round he anyhow play le me win then after tt all the rounds he trash me sia. still thought he ok ok nia. so gd sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back tam.. by the time we got back it was about 0840.. then followed jerry and bo wen go century.. then they play then i so sian then i left. ( dun wan say much ) anyway.. was in a bad mood so decided to walk to pasir ris park.. so i walked from my house there lor. byt the time i reached it was like 10.. sat at the bench there for 15 min like tt then walk home le.. felt much better. then went to elias mall the 7. 11. buy can drinks. went mad used all my money to buy can drinks for no one. so many cans. i jus carried them home lor. by the time i reached home i was not in a bad mood le.. mad then ok le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home bathe le then my parents suddenly came back. scare me sia. i thought they today then come back de sia. anyway i'm glad tt they're back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to cut hair later.. meeting val at 2.. then go see sch shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dun have to say sorry. i'm not angry le.. reali..&lt;br /&gt;*sorry ar last night slept so early cannot msg u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok nth le.. byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111310249587039979?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111310249587039979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111310249587039979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111310249587039979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111310249587039979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-ok-reali.html' title='its ok. reali'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111296713620211613</id><published>2005-04-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:32:16.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>today was a super tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;had pe at about eight forty.. we had to run 15 rounds around the 2 basketball courts.. to prepare for 2.4km.. the sun was so super hot. then muz run wid a partner (rubbish sia) anyways. 15 rounds wasn reali a problem la. after tt played floor ball.. haha jieting, farah, insyra and me same group.. so fun sia.. lols. we won both the other gals team then play wid the guys.. only play 5 min like tt then pe over le. pathetic. fadilah is so violent sia.. haha. she wacked my leg instead of the ball. LOLs! so fun sia floorball.. but the time we got back to class i could take it le.. so go toilet wash hair. wahaha. miss wong couldn believe how i could wash my hair in the toilet. haha. luckily i brought a towel. i'll bring shampoo next week. haha (maybe la) got back POA results today.. i scored 17.5/20 which is also 87.5/100 la.. happy sia.. maths 85 POA 87.5 wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch me and jieting went to the library to do our hw (suppose to pass up today de) but forgetful me for got to take the ws.. left it under my table. then go back sch play vb. like mad ppl like tt. then melvin came. train train train then go home. the S.A.J.C guys came today. after vb went wid jieting to sell her hp.. while walking to S 11 val talked about how gd presby was and how they won first. she kept talking about their cheer and all tt.. being LAME me.. i started saying the nanyang jc cheer.. haha heard it last yr.. it was " N . Y . N . Y... N . Y  "continue continue.. then i kept repeating it and i told them next time is my turn to shout tt cheer le. they ask me why then i told him cuz i'm going to NYJC. wahaha then they down there say say say. come on lor. a gal can have her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY NY NY!!! i'll get in de!&lt;br /&gt;i'm well le.. thanks for ur care and concern!&lt;br /&gt;no short pants lei . wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111296713620211613?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111296713620211613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111296713620211613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111296713620211613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111296713620211613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111287673444658231</id><published>2005-04-08T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T20:25:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell.</title><content type='html'>i've got a fever. how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored tt i decided to blog again.. i studied for about 3 hours today so proud of myself. but then i think is study too much then my brain now got fever lols.&lt;br /&gt;wa.. so sian got headache le.. wan sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;how tml fever ok le..&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;i miss you sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111287673444658231?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111287673444658231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111287673444658231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111287673444658231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111287673444658231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/unwell.html' title='unwell.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111285983562415967</id><published>2005-04-08T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:43:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nanyang Jc?</title><content type='html'>its boringly pathetic at home..&lt;br /&gt;so hot sia.. no wind no rain. pathetic pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;today was a super borning day ( like usual ), went to sch wid vic then got down tt time met jobel.. everything was like normal lor.. anyway.. during english lesson ( which is after recess )some ppl passed the wrong msg.. we were suppose to go to com lab 4 but miss zahira later told some one to tell us to go to lab 3 instead.. well some idiot told us to go back to class. so most of us wnet back to class but there were the clever ones who miriculously went to lab 3. while we were in class khyrul, syam and karbil (how u spell?) were boxing at the back of class ( play play la ) how on earth could we be so unlucky. mrs sum walked pass our class room. goodness me.. she made all of us in class come out and sit outside the AVA theatre. how embrassing.. sit in the floor sia.. only lower sec pupils do tt. the most unreasonable thing was she made miss zahira and the rest of the class come down from lab three to "collect" us. i think she is jus making things difficult for miss zahira. HOD for english so wat?. miss zahira's a teacher also u know. give her some face la..&lt;br /&gt;o well..&lt;br /&gt;in the lab we were suppose to do research on our debating topic.. my group was doing how is JC not the best way to have a gd future or something like tt la.. so i did research on jc.. went to see the L1 R5 entry scores for all the jc(S) nanyang is 14 points. so if i get 12 i'll definatly get in. but the thing is now i'm not sure if i wanna go nanyang or catholic jc.. catholic jc is only 16 points. which is easiler to get in la.. anyway. its still early to think about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg to much recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared my bill explode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry wor cannot msg so much le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok nth le byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111285983562415967?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111285983562415967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111285983562415967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111285983562415967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111285983562415967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/nanyang-jc.html' title='nanyang Jc?'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111278666497425980</id><published>2005-04-07T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:24:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wan my mummie.</title><content type='html'>wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;mummie and daddie's still not back. they coming back on sunday or saturday(not sure) haiz haiz haiz miss them sia. its been one week. i wanna my mummie! arh. so pathetic they not at home like so *empty* like tt. haiz. come home soon mummie.&lt;br /&gt;now at home so bored sia, waiting for ppl come online talk to me ~pathetic&lt;br /&gt;today lessons were super boring. tml maths teacher will be going through the maths paper.. so afraid sia, i wan my A1 but i doubt i'm gonna get it. haiz just hope tt i get at least a B3 or else mum's gonna be so super disappointed. still have 3 more tuition lessons to go before i end my tuition lessons wid my now the teacher. after which i will be going over to coach tt side for tuition.. heard from alvin they all tt he teach very fast.. i scared lei. if i cannot keep u how? if i dun do well how? how? how? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*animal obession*&lt;br /&gt;~pig-mouse-panda~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111278666497425980?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111278666497425980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111278666497425980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111278666497425980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111278666497425980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wan-my-mummie.html' title='i wan my mummie.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111270145257836987</id><published>2005-04-06T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:44:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction</title><content type='html'>well well..&lt;br /&gt;class was super boring today. art was pathetic. for three periods i did nothing, jus sit there talk talk laugh laugh then bell ring le. sian ar. so sleepy in class then the weather so cool make me wanna sleep even more. maths test was rather hard.. i guessed some answers correctly but i dun have the workings ( got marks mah? ) lol. so lucky. benjamin keep telling me tt i'm going to win him for maths this time. ( is he being sarcastic? ) o well. we shall see. i'm so super sleepy i dunno why. went to sch alone to day sia. felt so lonely (wahaha) sis's sch started at 845 mah.( it always starts at 0845 on tuesdays. ) met jobel while walking in to sch. and she reminded me tt i didn go interchange to buy sweet. wa.. sleepy until i forgot to buy the most important thing sia. my sweets! chocolate!.haha. nothing to eat during lesson's was pathetic. luckily i bought biscuits form sch to eat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after sch went KFC for lunch. the curry chicken thing is ok ok la. and jobel bought coke for me.. ( i dun drink coke )  saw cheng siang and the whole lot of them at KFC.. gonna sleep early today.&lt;br /&gt;tts all&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111270145257836987?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111270145257836987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111270145257836987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111270145257836987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111270145257836987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/addiction.html' title='addiction'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111261955198966887</id><published>2005-04-05T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:59:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prefect madness</title><content type='html'>wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today had poa test it was super easy but i didn study so i didn know wat wat "petty cash" so well. dun think tt will cause me to fail bahs jus say gd bye to my A1 lor. lol. so sleepy during lessons. the chocolates i bought were so nice... wahaha. tml go buy somemore. assembly was not as boring as usual. got the talk on STD, saw some " E yEr " pictures. we keep laughing then the 3 t 10 the gals say we noisy then dunno wat thing.. say say say.. then after that they also laugh so loud. say us only. watever lor.&lt;br /&gt;vb was not bad today.. so cool and all.. no sun.. went home wid val ( as usual ) we keep laughing and laughing like mad ppl. dunno why val like to talk so much rubbish and dunno why i laugh and laugh. when i mention tt the pope died she asked me who the pope was. wahaha. i told her to read the straits times first 4 pages. actually i also dunno who is the pope la my sister tell me de. she told me a was "sua ku". haha val and me were so amused by the word pope. haha. pope!. rest in peace!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i'm obsessed with animals. they are jus so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig-panda-mouse&lt;br /&gt;mouse-pig-panda&lt;br /&gt;panda-mouse-pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute!&lt;br /&gt;haha. wan play pool...&lt;br /&gt;tml got maths test&lt;br /&gt;study more important.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111261955198966887?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111261955198966887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111261955198966887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111261955198966887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111261955198966887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/prefect-madness.html' title='prefect madness'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111249660567292823</id><published>2005-04-04T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:52:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pool addiction</title><content type='html'>weeee...&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy sia.. ten plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;o well..&lt;br /&gt;got tuition later but dunno wan go mah. haven do hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. lets see where should i start.&lt;br /&gt;o yes.&lt;br /&gt;went lavender yesterday to play pool,&lt;br /&gt;went wid jieting, xiaopang and jerry.&lt;br /&gt;so fun. down there no ppl de.&lt;br /&gt;played for about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i went and take photo of the balls.lol&lt;br /&gt;how lame.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to play pool le sia.&lt;br /&gt;so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jieting still playing the *chop* game.&lt;br /&gt;but we go change the thing.&lt;br /&gt;when the two guys say one vulgar word we chop one time.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we ended up shouting chop here and there.&lt;br /&gt;haha. walk pass the market also.&lt;br /&gt;then ppl look at us.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got P.O.A test.&lt;br /&gt;dun have my notes.&lt;br /&gt;think the textbook can teach me also la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths test is on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to freak out soon.&lt;br /&gt;so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;muz get A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan play pool now sia..&lt;br /&gt;arh..&lt;br /&gt;cannot cannot muz study.&lt;br /&gt;my nanyang JC!&lt;br /&gt;stduy study study.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;nanyang nanyang nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111249660567292823?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111249660567292823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111249660567292823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111249660567292823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111249660567292823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/04/pool-addiction.html' title='pool addiction'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111226041759645642</id><published>2005-04-01T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:13:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my angel.</title><content type='html'>finally blogged after so many days.&lt;br /&gt;well well.&lt;br /&gt;life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;grades are so so.&lt;br /&gt;friends are *great*&lt;br /&gt;refreshed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard from rebecca tt they lost the match.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose they are super sad + depressed + sad.&lt;br /&gt;how cant they be.. they trained so hard but lost.&lt;br /&gt;u gals still gotta get over it ya?.&lt;br /&gt;got next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twelve pointss...&lt;br /&gt;wanna get it.&lt;br /&gt;gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;Jc.&lt;br /&gt;Jc.&lt;br /&gt;Jc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111226041759645642?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111226041759645642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111226041759645642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111226041759645642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111226041759645642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-angel.html' title='my angel.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111171292644137279</id><published>2005-03-26T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:08:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a early friday morning</title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt; i cant believe i'm up so early.&lt;br /&gt;its nine and i'm already up and online.&lt;br /&gt;plus plus&lt;br /&gt;its a friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee..&lt;br /&gt;holiday.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be happy de rite.&lt;br /&gt;but kinda sian lei..&lt;br /&gt;nvm tml and sunday will be out the whole day&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home alone again.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was home alone the whole night until like 1am.&lt;br /&gt;ffffrrrreeeeedddooommm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring..&lt;br /&gt;how how how. so fast i bored le.&lt;br /&gt;how to survive the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;wa sian ar sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me gd luck for the long boring day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111171292644137279?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111171292644137279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111171292644137279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111171292644137279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111171292644137279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/03/early-friday-morning.html' title='a early friday morning'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111166506160659719</id><published>2005-03-25T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:51:01.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubbish my words.</title><content type='html'>today was a terribly sad day.&lt;br /&gt;C gals lost. the first day was super close.&lt;br /&gt;but they still have 1 more match. so its one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is still as boring as it is.&lt;br /&gt;study study study and tts basicly it.&lt;br /&gt;well.. u work for wat u wan.&lt;br /&gt;and i wan 12 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh all u wan.&lt;br /&gt;my target will still remain 12 points.&lt;br /&gt;whether u think i can or cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna refresh my page of history.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;i..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111166506160659719?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111166506160659719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111166506160659719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111166506160659719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111166506160659719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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corect le la.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied alot recently.&lt;br /&gt;put in lotz of effort.&lt;br /&gt;one and a half years more to O'level.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 points 12 points!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday coming le..&lt;br /&gt;then easter. weee...&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say le.&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111157682853611527?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111157682853611527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111157682853611527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFRESH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESTART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new goal for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;O level 12 points nothing more then 12.&lt;br /&gt;less would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go nanyang JC..&lt;br /&gt;if possible TJC.&lt;br /&gt;i know these sound like jus dreams.&lt;br /&gt;but dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;i'll work for my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;nanyang Jc here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REFRESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESTART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a new goal&lt;br /&gt;after yumei's little talk yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;i thought it over..&lt;br /&gt;totally got over thiam.&lt;br /&gt;also thought about things in my life..&lt;br /&gt;i think all things should occur naturally.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn hope for too much and&lt;br /&gt;shouldn expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;my new goal..&lt;br /&gt;wait for the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To yumei..&lt;br /&gt;dun worry gal i know wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;wont act rashly again!.. thanks for your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111102923172683190?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111102923172683190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111102923172683190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the table for 4 hours non-stop studying!&lt;br /&gt;haha then eat le then study another 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wan watch movie tml.. but haven find ppl to go out wid..&lt;br /&gt;jieting going with wei jian they all watch sponge bob..&lt;br /&gt;dunno i wan go mah..&lt;br /&gt;but then i wan watch hitch...&lt;br /&gt;aiya...&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm grounded..&lt;br /&gt;so only can go out once this week. sian!&lt;br /&gt;nvm la at least can go out.&lt;br /&gt;haha positive thinking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111088980067640856?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111088980067640856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111088980067640856' title='0 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scolding.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. maths.&lt;br /&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;sian ar.&lt;br /&gt;y my reaults so bad.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;thought about wat i was going to do&lt;br /&gt;*about him and all* during camp.&lt;br /&gt;decided tt i should get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;let God decide whether i should be him or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;if theres a bit of hope in us* then somehow we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;if not then..&lt;br /&gt;see how lor.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;today is the 14th.. waited for this day for a month.&lt;br /&gt;o well..&lt;br /&gt;this day izzen how i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;dear God show me something to clear my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111078382735652398?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111078382735652398/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-111037106352722172</id><published>2005-03-10T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:04:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking control of my life.</title><content type='html'>boring day.&lt;br /&gt;super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;got test tml.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;jus woke up.&lt;br /&gt;but still tired.&lt;br /&gt;still confused,&lt;br /&gt;about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the wait and so on la.&lt;br /&gt;my mind says give up&lt;br /&gt;but my heart says&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;still thinking over&lt;br /&gt;wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111037106352722172?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-111037106780211150</id><published>2005-03-10T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:24:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking control of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111037106780211150?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111037106780211150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=111037106780211150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111037106780211150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8098716/posts/default/111037106780211150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/2005/03/taking-control-of-my-life.html' title='taking control of my life.'/><author><name>elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377903565842558737</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-8098716.post-111020081304331256</id><published>2005-03-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:06:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>i dunno wat i'm doing any more.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i'm waiting for or&lt;br /&gt;why i'm even waiting.&lt;br /&gt;since u told me so *straightforwardly*&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn be so thick skin and hold on to you.&lt;br /&gt;memories. wat i thought i could hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i feel there is still a part of me&lt;br /&gt;tt wans to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;well. maybe you're rite i should get tt part of me&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i wasted your time and i wasted mine.&lt;br /&gt;well. at least now i know tt shouldn.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for u but u didn wan me. so&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;all the best.&lt;br /&gt;jiapei is i type wrongly not dunno how to spell your name! haha&lt;br /&gt;reali.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOAL:&lt;br /&gt;get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;find someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111020081304331256?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/111020081304331256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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there. waiting. for u.</title><content type='html'>another day.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;whether u know it or not&lt;br /&gt;whether u like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be there.&lt;br /&gt;how long doesn matter.&lt;br /&gt;jus as long as someday u come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if u'll read this but i do know&lt;br /&gt;tt someday. some how.&lt;br /&gt;u'll know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;tts all i have.&lt;br /&gt;and tts all tt i need to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i'll never let u go.&lt;br /&gt;[ ernest u ask me to trust u again but i dun think tts possible,&lt;br /&gt;sorry. u'll find someone else. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-111008511588033250?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098716.post-110998445398436662</id><published>2005-03-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:00:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is like. *crap*</title><content type='html'>since i last blogged until now, lots of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;its been 9 days. yet this nine days seem so much longer then they&lt;br /&gt;should be.&lt;br /&gt;i broke up with thiam on the 25.02.05 jus 3 days before&lt;br /&gt;the first of march.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i made the wrong decisions. maybe i didn think.&lt;br /&gt;but wat was i to do. there wasn time for me to think.&lt;br /&gt;i made the decision so i bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;i broke up with him so i bear the result of the break up.&lt;br /&gt;well. life is already normal for him.&lt;br /&gt;but for me?. i still cant get used to the single thing.&lt;br /&gt;i jus got to try.&lt;br /&gt;on the 27th of feb i accepted ernest.&lt;br /&gt;believing in his *i have change* concept.&lt;br /&gt;well. he hassen. so stupid me has been dumped by&lt;br /&gt;him. so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. its not like i'm sad rite?. how strong can a 5 day&lt;br /&gt;relationship be?&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i promise my self not to accept anyone else UNLESS&lt;br /&gt;he's the one i'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will keep this promise.&lt;br /&gt;[ i'll wait for the day tt u know i'm still there ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-110998445398436662?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/110998445398436662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=110998445398436662' 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bah.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. not tt i wan tt to happen but this 'coldness'&lt;br /&gt;doesn seem to be leaving.&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn leave i think breaking up is the only&lt;br /&gt;thing left bah.&lt;br /&gt;reali bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking if my love for u has reali faded or not.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;u say i've been rather weird these few days, well&lt;br /&gt;i can say the same about u.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this resolves soon..&lt;br /&gt;have no mood to study.. haiz haiz..&lt;br /&gt;i'm jus so useless, cant even keep a proper relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-110924326387720447?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/110924326387720447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>haiz.&lt;br /&gt;ppl around me have been weird.&lt;br /&gt;as in ppl close to me.&lt;br /&gt;hai hai..&lt;br /&gt;so bored of test.....!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;today i had my POA test..&lt;br /&gt;rather easy bah..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully only lose one or two marks&lt;br /&gt;haha.. hope la..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. training to day was ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;train sec one gals.&lt;br /&gt;melvin has change his mind on who to be vice captain.&lt;br /&gt;he has chosen val instead of yumei.&lt;br /&gt;personally i think val izzen the kind who can control the team.&lt;br /&gt;yumei is way better in 'controling' haha&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tt is wat melvin say de mah.&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. gotta finish up my art work.&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-110898886837106977?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;whatever!&lt;br /&gt;dun take dun take lor.&lt;br /&gt;POA is so much easilier anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;took chem and physics exam a couple of days ago..&lt;br /&gt;chem SHOULD be ok..&lt;br /&gt;physics.. i seriously think i'm bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;o well...&lt;br /&gt;hope my mum doesn make a big deal over me failing my physics&lt;br /&gt;o well o well.&lt;br /&gt;so long nv blog..&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat else to say.&lt;br /&gt;so tts all for now.&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8098716-110888209101509322?l=liz-history.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-history.blogspot.com/feeds/110888209101509322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8098716&amp;postID=110888209101509322' title='0 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