<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952</id><updated>2012-01-16T20:03:50.708+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='tags'/><category term='venting'/><category term='personality'/><category term='musicals'/><category term='church'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='movies'/><category term='baking'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='life changers'/><category term='lomography'/><category term='outings'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='hell'/><category term='driving'/><title type='text'>I Live by Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>no hay nadie como tú, sólo Cristo.

Moriste por mí en la cruz, viviré para alabar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4311289792060559742</id><published>2009-08-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:12:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Beautiful inside&lt;br /&gt;So lovely and I&lt;br /&gt;Cant see why I'd do anything without you, you are&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="lx-link-style3" style="border-bottom-color: blue; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a natural feeling&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me bleeding&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts and dreams&lt;br /&gt;In hope that you will be with me or&lt;br /&gt;Is this a moment to remember&lt;br /&gt;Or just a cold day in December?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If maybe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could be&lt;br /&gt;All you ever dreamed, cause you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful inside&lt;br /&gt;So lovely and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safetysuit&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/16914952-4311289792060559742?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4311289792060559742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4311289792060559742&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4311289792060559742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4311289792060559742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-inside-so-lovely-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-5350204791537202648</id><published>2009-08-07T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:37:43.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you ever need me you know where I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet me in California, I'll be there waiting for your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be there waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would pay my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dollar bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to drive down that road again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to walk up your street once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to hear your footsteps near the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would give the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to hear you whisper 'i love you', like you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has finally come. it's definitely going to be bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm brimming with excitement, but still not ready to leave home. It has finally hit me that it's time to grow up... I would be sleeping in my bed one last time, and the next time I come back I won't be the same person. Kinda scary, I have no idea what's in store for me in LA and the toughest part is saying goodbye to you, never knowing when I'll see you again is so painful. Today I had a taste of what the next few months would be like; not being able to call you to tell you about the crazy lady that cut my queue or not being able to embark on our spontaneous shopping trips. I love you. I wish I could be there for you and your family every step of the way. There is not a day that goes by where I don't think of your dad, and you know this, but I miss him more and more each day. I see you one last time tomorrow, you'll be with me til the last second, but inside I feel like I've already left you. This isn't goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;surreal isn't it, hard to believe we're starting all over again. I thought leaving would be so much easier. good luck :) keep blogging, keep facebooking, live high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels like a circus&lt;br /&gt;Too much to take in&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to lose a love&lt;br /&gt;When you were my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So I walk﻿ this high wire alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;That way it won't hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;When we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;That way it won't hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;When we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;-kathmcphee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Snvhi57fECI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QnhZTmk6-rs/s1600-h/4624_110406535707_611645707_3250990_6106481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Snvhi57fECI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QnhZTmk6-rs/s320/4624_110406535707_611645707_3250990_6106481_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367131370724200482" 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/16914952-5350204791537202648?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/5350204791537202648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=5350204791537202648&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5350204791537202648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5350204791537202648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-feels-like-circus-too-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Snvhi57fECI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QnhZTmk6-rs/s72-c/4624_110406535707_611645707_3250990_6106481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8757871537110307708</id><published>2009-07-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:05:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>39&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8757871537110307708?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8757871537110307708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8757871537110307708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8757871537110307708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8757871537110307708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/07/39-hell-yeah-what-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-2395995398904764019</id><published>2009-05-26T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:04:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShuGEBcDOVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MxaiTHYOo5A/s1600-h/pooh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShuGEBcDOVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MxaiTHYOo5A/s320/pooh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340009186841540946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-2395995398904764019?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/2395995398904764019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=2395995398904764019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2395995398904764019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2395995398904764019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShuGEBcDOVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MxaiTHYOo5A/s72-c/pooh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-3965880913459060191</id><published>2009-05-21T17:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:18:56.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid business exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you, kris ftw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what amazes me, children. love them to death, maybe only at a certain age, but they're fun while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;I have my little niece visiting me, she's 6, and while i'm typing this, she's singing my soft toys to sleep with my music box playing in the background and kissing them each on the forehead. and well, i think that wore her out because now she's tucked under the blanket sleeping herself, haha.&lt;br /&gt;what makes little girls wanna grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. back when life was so simple, i'd do anything to get that back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to end on a sue note,&lt;br /&gt;lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very annoyed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-3965880913459060191?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/3965880913459060191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=3965880913459060191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3965880913459060191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3965880913459060191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-business-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-2176036037957567002</id><published>2009-05-20T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:59:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my,&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or does taylor lautner look &lt;s&gt;fiiiine&lt;/s&gt; buff in the latest new moon poster, compared to when he was in twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, feast your eyes on thisss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShOODE9u65I/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9SrHbOg4yE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShOODE9u65I/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9SrHbOg4yE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766166887590802" 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/16914952-2176036037957567002?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/2176036037957567002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=2176036037957567002&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2176036037957567002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2176036037957567002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-is-it-just-me-or-does-taylor_20.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShOODE9u65I/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9SrHbOg4yE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8579212303794960296</id><published>2009-05-19T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:51:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amira, princess cut? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShJxSeAqmKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gY_QuSI5Jb8/s1600-h/19052009269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShJxSeAqmKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gY_QuSI5Jb8/s320/19052009269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337453070494898338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for my lovely girly readers :) i got my dress today, and i wanted to show you how princessy it is. well, okay fine, i only think its princessy because it's poofy at the bottom. anyway, not a perfect prom dress, it's loose in many areas and weird in some. BUT it will do. who gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart really isnt random, i had to cover something up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant find my camera! so i took this with my mob phone, and had to tweak it on picnik so it was the right color. aaaaaaaaaanyway, see the poof? :) yah, i know i'm twisted in a weird way, but had to get the right lighting and the right angle to see p-o-o-f. can you imagine, i actualy had to take some of the lining out, it was really MUCH bigger, i would've been a walking umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers! i hate exams, firstly because, well, they're exams. and secondly...because i dont get to talk to people unless it's about analgesics, redox reactions or how anti-foaming agents prevent flatulence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT wait for friday, i need oozes and doozles of sleep and fun and friends and LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i had something to say, but i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;OH, mum gave me the credit card to order my dumb cheesy (&lt;-- hah! cheesy! get it?) hamburger phone.  yay :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to yorrick on the phone, and i was flipping through the newspaper and doodling (yes, on the newspaper, my dad absolutely hates it). Anyway, after I hung up, I noticed this   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShJ_mxlHqHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/E_kvjjmyQnU/s1600-h/19052009272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShJ_mxlHqHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/E_kvjjmyQnU/s320/19052009272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337468812508244082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i didn't even know I was doing it. my hand (or my heart :) ) has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of all these stupid articles like "adam is a favourite for the crown", "kris allen wins christian votes", BLA BLA BLA. okay, adam can sing, duh, but honestly, not everybody can appreciate a voice like that, he shouts WAY too much, he always finds the need to show off his vocal range in EVERY song. okay we get it! geez, tone down a little will ya? at least kris allen is a little soothing to the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chemistry, kris' rendition of heartless was playing in my head like a broken record. i think i almost wrote down 'to a woman so heartless' once in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YES, okay, point is, even my unconscious mind loves kris allen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8579212303794960296?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8579212303794960296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8579212303794960296&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8579212303794960296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8579212303794960296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/05/amira-princess-cut.html' title='amira, princess cut? :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/ShJxSeAqmKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gY_QuSI5Jb8/s72-c/19052009269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-3819309063622249236</id><published>2009-05-16T23:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:54:09.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delusional</title><content type='html'>here's a random fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could meet any celebrity, and i mean ANY celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;it would HAVE to be steven spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;i'd pick him over Kris Allen anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, believe it, stevey trumps kris for me, and most of you know what a big cheesy kris fan i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i was watching indiana jones &lt;s&gt;in Spanish&lt;/s&gt; with Spanish subtitles, that's why i decided to blurt out the random fact. i've been having verbal diarrhoea the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! i finally know how to say 'give me the whip' and 'raiders of the lost ark' in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  steven spielberg (in an uncreepy way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i love how mimi, banana and sammy are blogging about meaningful things, and here i am babbling on about hollywood. gotta love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-3819309063622249236?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/3819309063622249236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=3819309063622249236&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3819309063622249236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3819309063622249236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/05/delusional.html' title='delusional'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4011657901058988249</id><published>2009-04-29T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:22:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kris allen literally melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i feel weak in the knees, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4011657901058988249?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4011657901058988249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4011657901058988249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4011657901058988249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4011657901058988249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/04/kris-allen-literally-melts-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6732391135266297700</id><published>2009-04-14T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:05:33.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomography'/><title type='text'>i want ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRbffBi7_I/AAAAAAAAATo/ALO1vec7rFU/s320/LCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324481255920824306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the new lomo lca+ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it takes photos like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRfWZPsKLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MFosv9zJUR8/s1600-h/2842308658_524dc07225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRfWZPsKLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MFosv9zJUR8/s320/2842308658_524dc07225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485497797224626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeReJTlqjtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/u6eqeD22Pmk/s1600-h/3099345027_668820d872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeReJTlqjtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/u6eqeD22Pmk/s320/3099345027_668820d872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324484173428854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe you can't see how awesome this camera is, but the color contrast is amazing because its got a special lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find a way to earn rm960.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be able to afford it by senior trip. but for now, my old friend Diana will have to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRfBi_fvZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pxgPJ026Kaw/s320/dianaF-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485139636403602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6732391135266297700?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6732391135266297700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6732391135266297700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6732391135266297700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6732391135266297700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want.html' title='i want ...'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRbffBi7_I/AAAAAAAAATo/ALO1vec7rFU/s72-c/LCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8141529508952475026</id><published>2008-12-17T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:24:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>exams are OVER, for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas wishlist just because i feel like it:&lt;br /&gt;gilmore girls season 2 - 7 (yeah i know i'm kinda stretching it :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm lazy to think now.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8141529508952475026?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8141529508952475026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8141529508952475026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8141529508952475026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8141529508952475026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-5304743446596803423</id><published>2008-12-08T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:48:10.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeat</title><content type='html'>Last night, Yorrick and I went to catch DUMC's Christmas musical. It wasn't really a musical, but it just brought christmas music from all around the world. I loved it, there were a total of 8 acts I think?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't too long, it was perfect. My favourite was the African, it's no wonder that I love the African culture. I know I've never been there, but one day I will, soon enough..if my mom says yes, I'll be there next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after Heartbeat, Yorrick and I went to Baskin Robbins. We arrived at 10pm and before we knew it, it was 11:30pm. We sat there for 1.5 hours talking. Amidst all the stress at school, we haven't had a lot of time together. even when we did, I would be doing my homework and completely ignoring him :( So it was nice, although our conversation topic was a bit of a taboo (haha), it was nice. I missed it. And it made me realise how lucky I am to have someone like Yorrick, who is so so precious :). we have so much more than just.... kisses and hugs...flowers and i love you's. You can put a glass wall between us and we'd still love every moment together. aww mushy butterfly talk. but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm writing about it because I really did like spending all that time just talking to him. I also realised that the most memorable moments were the simplest ones. There was one time we just got ice cream (hmm..i see a trend here lol) from the mini market down at my place, and we just walked up and down the street talking and acting silly. We didn't need a movie, or a fancy dinner to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of spontaneity is always good people. this relationship's full of it mainly because of Yorrick. He's the fun one :) i'm more serious, but someone has to be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego people. dios mia, i've been studying Bio the ENTIRE day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i still love paramore :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-5304743446596803423?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/5304743446596803423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=5304743446596803423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5304743446596803423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5304743446596803423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/12/heartbeat.html' title='heartbeat'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8683335368860556732</id><published>2008-12-03T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:09:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>quite literally, a &lt;a href="http://www.dailystab.com/three-deatghs-reported-on-black-friday/"&gt;black friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, when i read the article, I honestly could not believe what some people would do to get their hands on cheap items? And this happened at a Toy R Us outlet, it's not like its' a bunch of poor people barging into a supermarket so they can get food to last them the year. it's a bunch of self-centered idiots buying toys AND killing people while they're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they so 'smitten' by toys that they don't even notice they're stepping on somebody? Especially a pregnant woman? I mean, let's be honest, a pregnant woman is &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nerve of some people. the states should just do without this stupid black friday business. it's black for a reason. it's called foreshadowing people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8683335368860556732?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8683335368860556732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8683335368860556732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8683335368860556732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8683335368860556732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/12/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-2878715661068943960</id><published>2008-12-02T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:57:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is what happiness is</title><content type='html'>Macbeth and Things Fall Apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, I feel like baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Paramore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-2878715661068943960?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/2878715661068943960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=2878715661068943960&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2878715661068943960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2878715661068943960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-is-what-happiness-is.html' title='so this is what happiness is'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8754618174441392706</id><published>2008-11-30T22:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:16:44.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chestnuts roasting on an open fire</title><content type='html'>I can finally feel the christmas spirit :) after dinner, my family and I came home decorated the tree &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;... mmhmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought out the stereo, played Christmas with the Rat Pack. and turned on the air conditioning so it would 'feel like winter!!!!' hahaha, it was fun :) can't say I played a part in it :p I just took pictures and sat on the couch because I was too tired from Macbeth and Things Fall Apart. lethargy mm.pictures! because christmas makes me happy :) oh, and my sister and I tried to propose we each get only one other person a present, we draw from a pool of names, that way we don't get too many unnecessary things, also in aid of the world financial crisis. what angels we are. :) but my dad hated the idea. typical, he wants to get us all presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/STKrfJrZVxI/AAAAAAAAASM/dgzKTmyyauY/s1600-h/DSC03116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468843260079730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/STKtd7Vh7nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/HJX4wcp6z1o/s320/DSC03134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8754618174441392706?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8754618174441392706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8754618174441392706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8754618174441392706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8754618174441392706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire.html' title='chestnuts roasting on an open fire'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/STKrfJrZVxI/AAAAAAAAASM/dgzKTmyyauY/s72-c/DSC03116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4225904901036725239</id><published>2008-11-29T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:07:13.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a stupid lamb</title><content type='html'>I watched Twilight yesterday. I was so desperate that Yorrick eventually insisted we watch it at the Gardens. cost us rm18 a pop. :[&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it was ALLLLL worth it. i L-O-V-E-D it. Okay, well I gotta admit it was a tad bit slow at the start. I was beginning to get frustrated and upset with the poor acting and awkwardness :( then things started to pick up during the baseball scene. Let me just say that the baseball scene was AH-MAZING. I'm still thinking about it! i slept thinking about it, and i woke up thinking about it. What a dork :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was slow at the start because, I just realized that Stephanie Meyer has quite a few silent, if not too many, and awkward characters.&lt;br /&gt;edward is silent&lt;br /&gt;bella is shy or frustrated most of the time&lt;br /&gt;charlie is your typical silent father&lt;br /&gt;put 3 of them together and what happens? SILENCE and awkwardness...which happened throughout the first half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I dont' get it when people say its such a bad movie. Becuase honestly, has there EVER been a movie that was better than the book it was based on? NO, so why are people going in there with such high hopes? For what its worth, I thought it was pretty entertaining. Acting could've been a tad bit better, but I thought it stuck to the book as much as it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do this weekend, but i'm so tempted to read Twilight again. hmm..when did i become such a girly girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Robert Pattinson only looks good in the dark, hahaha. but carlisle on the other hand. mmm mmm MMMMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4225904901036725239?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4225904901036725239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4225904901036725239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4225904901036725239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4225904901036725239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-stupid-lamb.html' title='what a stupid lamb'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-5386680850049754613</id><published>2008-11-27T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:10:44.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHLDKNASCABSWOIEJHASOINFASNSAKCJNASKJHNUASHEIASHJELJASNdljasndlkansjfajflsdbgfsbgsdjfhaliwejaweiuaigthsajfnalsnfalksfnlkasnfklsanfklsafnlafnlasfkalsnfklasfnlkasnflk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-5386680850049754613?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/5386680850049754613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=5386680850049754613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5386680850049754613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5386680850049754613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/arghhhhhhhhhhhhldknascabswoiejhasoinfas.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-617283700093538034</id><published>2008-11-25T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:45:49.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/s&gt; ayee..somebody please tell me why my format is so messed up. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, figured it out. turns out I had a tendency to click 'enter' after every 10 words. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-617283700093538034?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/617283700093538034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=617283700093538034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/617283700093538034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/617283700093538034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayee.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4068554958693276104</id><published>2008-11-25T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:44:13.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistletoe</title><content type='html'>what a funny feeling. it doesn't even feel like Christmas is coming, but it is. My mom's got our little Christmas mat set out for our tree, now we just have to wait for my cousin's to come put the actual tree up. Yes, that's how it is now. My mum reckons her daughters are too busy to put it up (which is true), so she's getting my cousin to do it. Sad, it used to be such a family affair, or rather..such a mum and me affair. Not anymore. How things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm sitting curled up at my desk listening to christmas music, and it's nice. My little moment of peace, away from work, away from everything. It's raining too. Usually, I would hate the thought of rain, everything's gloomy, but if there's one thing I like, it's rain at night (except when I have tennis and its cancelled -_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this massive business case study to work on, and i'm only halfway through, but I have a total of 2000 words already. omg, and have i mentioned that I absolutely suck at writing TOK essays? kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4068554958693276104?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4068554958693276104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4068554958693276104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4068554958693276104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4068554958693276104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/mistletoe.html' title='mistletoe'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4909864787078740808</id><published>2008-11-25T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:53:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>omg, i'm so dramatic. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4909864787078740808?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4909864787078740808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4909864787078740808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4909864787078740808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4909864787078740808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-5497489737508191333</id><published>2008-11-25T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:05:19.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles shambles</title><content type='html'>this week marks one of the worst weeks in my IB life.&lt;br /&gt;2 orals today, english and spanish. didn't do as well as i&lt;br /&gt;would've liked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my mock English IOC at 7:45 in the morning. I got a 20, and&lt;br /&gt;o day was nice about it, telling me what i missed etc. etc. only to finish with&lt;br /&gt;'young lady, you're capable of earning a 6'. okay, well i make it sound&lt;br /&gt;like i did totally horrible, but i guess i didn't. i'm just stressed out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spanish oral, well what can i say. i absolutely hate spanish.&lt;br /&gt;i like the IDEA of speaking spanish...but when it comes to actually&lt;br /&gt;hablar-ing. i hate it, with a passion. I did okay, but then she asked&lt;br /&gt;me why my religion is important to me. how the heck do i answer&lt;br /&gt;in spanish? also, what is the frikkin' word for Golf in Spanish?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm working on bio lab now and will work on math later.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i don't even want to think of how much i have to do over the&lt;br /&gt;next few days. I didn't go for tennis prac today, what a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;I even yelled at my boyfriend today...for something that might&lt;br /&gt;seem a little futile right now. or maybe i had/have reason to be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;who knows. point is, stress is getting to me, and its affecting the way i treat&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of you may know how I want to go to Africa and do&lt;br /&gt;some AIDs work etc. then my Spanish teacher enlightened me with a story&lt;br /&gt;of her friend who went to Africa, got Malaria and almost died because she&lt;br /&gt;waited 3 days before testing. now that's a story i'm definitely not&lt;br /&gt;telling my mom. my mom.. whose view on this 'crazy African dream'&lt;br /&gt;can be summed up by 'I'd rather you go get married now than go to Africa okay?!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go drown in my sorrows now.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Soo, i need you to update so I can live off your post-IB happiness. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please get me through this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-5497489737508191333?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/5497489737508191333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=5497489737508191333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5497489737508191333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5497489737508191333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/rambles-shambles.html' title='rambles shambles'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4010437206557613942</id><published>2008-11-19T00:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:49:17.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last night</title><content type='html'>semi. let's just say I'll miss MKIS when I leave next year :(&lt;br /&gt;it was a bittersweet moment. Even though prom is coming soon,&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't our last dance, it WAS our last SEMI-formal,&lt;br /&gt;and some got a little emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;you know me, i dont really blog, i just post pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLvMMctHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gU2cFrhWrAo/s1600-h/n500493918_991682_3865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270037506755993266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLvMMctHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gU2cFrhWrAo/s320/n500493918_991682_3865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwKsbv9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eNPafvpHDPs/s1600-h/n682519631_1128004_2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270038580493809362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwKsbv9tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eNPafvpHDPs/s320/n682519631_1128004_2820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwCxXJ6lI/AAAAAAAAARk/a3AbWxvtwzE/s1600-h/n543221046_2044254_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270038444377762386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwCxXJ6lI/AAAAAAAAARk/a3AbWxvtwzE/s320/n543221046_2044254_1579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLvmft29XI/AAAAAAAAARM/6Of7rb37dmI/s1600-h/n543221046_2044022_886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270037779177178370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLvcDS-hQI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y56wPX97888/s320/n543221046_2044021_610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwOSKi8aI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LO98V4gyYQ4/s1600-h/n543221046_2044258_2757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270038642161807778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLwOSKi8aI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LO98V4gyYQ4/s320/n543221046_2044258_2757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even like beers, and these beers were ah-mazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to a great ..last 6 months? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4010437206557613942?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4010437206557613942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4010437206557613942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4010437206557613942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4010437206557613942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-last-night.html' title='one last night'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SSLvMMctHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gU2cFrhWrAo/s72-c/n500493918_991682_3865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1063645974037007686</id><published>2008-11-18T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:48:45.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>tag. from an old friend :)</title><content type='html'>1. What’s your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;to live my life. to do everything i've listed out in my journal&lt;br /&gt;'10 things to do before i die' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;wow, a tough one. i would say friends, because my boyfriend IS my friend.&lt;br /&gt;an amazing friend at that. ha-ha. take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;4. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite perfume/fragrance?&lt;br /&gt;escada and anything yorrick picks out, he's pretty good for a guy! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;get through school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to u? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;faith.conduct.good food etiquette(hahaha).loving.respect for himself and me.&lt;br /&gt;family man. hair i can play with and he wont go 'HEY STOP IT'. spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;funny. mine.&lt;br /&gt;for those that know my boyfriend...this just spells out Yorrick doesn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;trying to please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not that horrible? o:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;yes. except for the ones where your friend takes you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;high school musical. lol. like you know...flying...soaring? okay, sorry guys,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just in such a weird mood. i've so much work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What features/quirks do you find totally sexy on a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;great smile and when guys plays tennis :) :) :) :) :) actually, just this ONE guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you rather date a guy/girl who's sweet but not that great looking, or&lt;br /&gt;a guy/girl who's a jerk but cute?&lt;br /&gt;my own question, but its a tough one :)&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't date a jerk. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;what have i done?? what a weird question. nothing actually,&lt;br /&gt;my only happiness comes from other people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will you become in another 10 years to come?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully una estrella de las peliculas? :) orrrrrrr, In 10 jaren wil&lt;br /&gt;ik met mijn vriendje trouwen. is this right yorrick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whats your guilty pleasure? (something you usually wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;admit out loud)&lt;br /&gt;if i wouldnt admit out loud, what makes you think i will now? :D hahah,&lt;br /&gt;i love how i'm no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from above and add in your personal question.Make&lt;br /&gt;a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people.List them out at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Sammy Ngooi&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;br /&gt;Amira&lt;br /&gt;Danial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anybody else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually you know what? don't you think tags are a tad bit weird?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm talking to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1063645974037007686?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1063645974037007686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1063645974037007686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1063645974037007686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1063645974037007686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-from-old-friend.html' title='tag. from an old friend :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8523469204940685157</id><published>2008-11-04T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:33:37.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>where i stood</title><content type='html'>and this is what life is like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting at my desk, papers sprawled all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;my large business textbook sitting wide open.&lt;br /&gt;my cup of tea, usually with one tea bag now has 2 tea bags.&lt;br /&gt;twice as much caffeine, just enough to keep me awake tonight.&lt;br /&gt;2 oranges, skinned perfectly so i can chew on something, just in case&lt;br /&gt;caffeine doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mum and dad for being so cranky, but truth is, i'm just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the endorphins and adrenaline from tennis didn't last very long.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it was nice while it lasted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8523469204940685157?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8523469204940685157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8523469204940685157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8523469204940685157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8523469204940685157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-i-stood.html' title='where i stood'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1953495812967665895</id><published>2008-11-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:45:29.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love</title><content type='html'>i am officially in love with tennis  &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it releases endorphines you know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1953495812967665895?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1953495812967665895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1953495812967665895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1953495812967665895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1953495812967665895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-love.html' title='in love'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1822890023007255201</id><published>2008-11-04T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:45:26.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>so i'm a little left of centre, i'm a little out of tune</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just really need to vent right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Day and Daly just piled on another layer of stress this morning, so&lt;br /&gt;i'm even more frazzled than i was yesterday. which is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;TOK essay due in about 3 weeks? WHAT???? when did THAT&lt;br /&gt;happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that,&lt;br /&gt;I went to a casting after school today, and i have a feeling..&lt;br /&gt;deeeeeeeep down inside that i totally went loopy and BLEW it.&lt;br /&gt;Yorrick kept assuring me I didn't, but it's his job to be all sweet&lt;br /&gt;right? :(&lt;br /&gt;aiyiyi. now i'm all nervous. I can't seem to get over it. i can already&lt;br /&gt;see the opportunity flapping away with a smirk on its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, something funny happened at casting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to BluInc, Yorrick says 'hah, wouldn't it be SO funny&lt;br /&gt;if they asked if I wanted to try out for Seventeen magazine? and then&lt;br /&gt;i'd end up in a GIRLS magazine'&lt;br /&gt;so okay, we laugh at the idea of it. yadeedah.&lt;br /&gt;and then we get to the office, and this guy gets me to write up my own&lt;br /&gt;placard thing, then two other workgirls walked past and they were looking&lt;br /&gt;at yorrick AND giggling. they start pointing at Yorrick while whispering&lt;br /&gt;to the guy who was helping me. And suddenly the guy says&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, do you want to try out?'&lt;br /&gt;Yorrick said no of course, but i burst out laughing. the guy was&lt;br /&gt;quite upset, :(  he was like 'why not???' awhhh. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, comic relief for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1822890023007255201?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1822890023007255201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1822890023007255201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1822890023007255201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1822890023007255201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-im-little-left-of-centre-im-little.html' title='so i&apos;m a little left of centre, i&apos;m a little out of tune'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-7173114448259271606</id><published>2008-11-02T22:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:26:25.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about the dress up</title><content type='html'>hey hey, random post, because i have exciting pictures! yay.&lt;br /&gt;Faith's 17th birthday party last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20swjzmiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XxUSXBtmCB4/s1600-h/n543221046_1977763_2452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062220508305954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20swjzmiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XxUSXBtmCB4/s320/n543221046_1977763_2452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goth schoolgirl and my pumpkin :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ23H9i-bXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sgucXPpa0zE/s1600-h/n543221046_1978312_9395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064886874205554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ23H9i-bXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sgucXPpa0zE/s320/n543221046_1978312_9395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles and esmeralda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ22oBrkFjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LKr2PZtZW4I/s1600-h/n669753213_1125865_3984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064338228155954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ22oBrkFjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LKr2PZtZW4I/s320/n669753213_1125865_3984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused ming dynasty emperor HAHA, uni-nipple (trust rory),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the joker and facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ23L5qzOmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tx-7LQP6l4Q/s1600-h/n543221046_1978313_9728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064954552760930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ23L5qzOmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tx-7LQP6l4Q/s320/n543221046_1978313_9728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ2182wK7II/AAAAAAAAAQc/S0reI8zHqNU/s1600-h/n543221046_1977799_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264063596560313474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ2182wK7II/AAAAAAAAAQc/S0reI8zHqNU/s320/n543221046_1977799_3154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy mummy disciplin-er haha. and pin-up girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ21Eh2nC6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/bj_xXQNLnzI/s1600-h/n543221046_1977798_2817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264062628877503394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ21Eh2nC6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/bj_xXQNLnzI/s320/n543221046_1977798_2817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no explanation needed, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20YXrI00I/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Hy1-MvArJ0/s1600-h/n543221046_1978014_9279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061870230786882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20YXrI00I/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Hy1-MvArJ0/s320/n543221046_1978014_9279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20N4YOYRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OhVXLWuWp3o/s1600-h/n669753213_1125861_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061690031268114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20N4YOYRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OhVXLWuWp3o/s320/n669753213_1125861_3706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20IzyBELI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wrBXYYSh9bI/s1600-h/n669753213_1125860_2819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061602897924274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20IzyBELI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wrBXYYSh9bI/s320/n669753213_1125860_2819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20AHzw_uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CvQZqmhCDvg/s1600-h/n543221046_1978058_2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061453655146210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20AHzw_uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CvQZqmhCDvg/s320/n543221046_1978058_2682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably should've worked on my convict look,&lt;br /&gt;and my hair didn't turn out as blonde as i wanted it too.&lt;br /&gt;But it was FUN FUN FUN anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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up'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SQ20swjzmiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XxUSXBtmCB4/s72-c/n543221046_1977763_2452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8752420158824545140</id><published>2008-10-20T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:27:09.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama</title><content type='html'>is it bravery..or mere foolishness?...&lt;br /&gt;...when you engage in something that you know&lt;br /&gt;will unfold the secrets you dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just can't trust love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day you wake up realizing that your life&lt;br /&gt;has just been one vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says we have to take all this crap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8752420158824545140?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8752420158824545140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8752420158824545140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8752420158824545140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8752420158824545140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama.html' title='drama'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-7767520448581199624</id><published>2008-10-05T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:39:19.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>there's something liberating about filling out questionnaire's&lt;br /&gt;about yourself, it's weird. may make me sound a little  weird&lt;br /&gt;and self-absorbed :) ah its k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts again tmrw, lucky it's an easy day. kill me.&lt;br /&gt;11 weeks of school til christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their&lt;br /&gt;blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new&lt;br /&gt;question formulated by themselves.Tag 8 people to do this quiz and&lt;br /&gt;those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who&lt;br /&gt;they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were&lt;br /&gt;tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) Are you allowed to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ) Describe urself in one word.&lt;br /&gt;people-pleaser. is that 2 words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) Who would you pick, someone who really loves you,&lt;br /&gt;or the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;wah that's tough. i'd pick someone i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had&lt;br /&gt;the courage to tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Does it feel good to love?&lt;br /&gt;heck. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ) What's the best thing to do with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;anything. lazing around and forgetting all our troubles in life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ) Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes, heaps of times. and its hard..especially when the other has changed&lt;br /&gt;and we had nothing in common anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ) What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i get jealous too. but i think that nobody's perfect,&lt;br /&gt;you can't have it all..and with that said..everybody is as beautiful as the other..&lt;br /&gt;as talented as the other etc. and that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;name me one person who has everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ) What would you say to playboys/playgirls?&lt;br /&gt;ahahah..no comment. well i do have one...but not one for public&lt;br /&gt;display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ PART 2 * ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) Best place to cry?&lt;br /&gt;n the bathroom. oh how original :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;now..that's not fair. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) Tell us about ur dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately yes. i've even forgotten why, that's how silly its become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 )The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;br /&gt;my life last year from september to november&lt;br /&gt;was pretty much a lie, a very hurtful one. but oh, dont' even get&lt;br /&gt;me started :) it's the past...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week you..&lt;br /&gt;-you went to the movies with? yorrick.&lt;br /&gt;-you talked on the cell phone with? yorrick&lt;br /&gt;-you yelled at? LOL. yorrick, but only over text. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;er yah. i kiss my dad and mom goodnight everynight :) awh,&lt;br /&gt;trust me, my dad's like a needy baby 'where are my kisses???'&lt;br /&gt;all the time. hahaha. which i find funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Danced crazy? no :( ah, i need some time out with the girls though.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i never dance crazy. i dance..but not crazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~think of the last time u were angry, why were u angry?&lt;br /&gt;not important....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;graduate from IB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;br /&gt;i would only if i had a very good reason to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are you old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;depends.... conservative-ness/thinking/values, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;clothes- i dont think so. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What thing would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~5 Things that Scare Me:&lt;br /&gt;- bugs&lt;br /&gt;- dentists&lt;br /&gt;- knives&lt;br /&gt;- being an outcast :(&lt;br /&gt;- Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~7 Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;br /&gt;- Bounce by timbaland&lt;br /&gt;- desert song by brooke fraser&lt;br /&gt;- say by onerepublic&lt;br /&gt;- ni yao de ai by penny tai&lt;br /&gt;- so close by j. mclaughlin&lt;br /&gt;- 4 minutes by timabland&lt;br /&gt;- say by john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Words/Things I Always Use:&lt;br /&gt;words/phrases:&lt;br /&gt;- 'that's funny'&lt;br /&gt;- 'WHAT?'&lt;br /&gt;- 'yo'&lt;br /&gt;things:&lt;br /&gt;-mobile phone :)&lt;br /&gt;- laptop&lt;br /&gt;- FACEBOOK is facebook a thing? oh who cares.&lt;br /&gt;- my sneakers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-7767520448581199624?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/7767520448581199624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=7767520448581199624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/7767520448581199624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/7767520448581199624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1275437615164001133</id><published>2008-09-20T12:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:26:12.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the memories pass us by</title><content type='html'>Group IV project at Tioman was good, it was fun in terms of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;socializing and what not. but the working aspect was horrible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least we're only graded on effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, don't have pictures because i forgot to bring my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up late. was supposed to be at school at 8:20am. but i woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 9am. smooth. oh well, whole day was a bludge anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left at 2ish and arrived at tioman at 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no time for proper update. as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but here's a teaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4X1KGCpI/AAAAAAAAALM/KZnV5N5nZeY/s1600-h/n543221046_1777421_5638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247951816595212946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4X1KGCpI/AAAAAAAAALM/KZnV5N5nZeY/s320/n543221046_1777421_5638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sai would say. 'spaz' but its my constant state. :) notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone's showered and i'm still in my trekking clothes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4d-PtuDI/AAAAAAAAALU/xv3ZlywfNec/s1600-h/n543221046_1777512_6912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247951922113919026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4d-PtuDI/AAAAAAAAALU/xv3ZlywfNec/s320/n543221046_1777512_6912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work of art. of course, again, i have to look the dorkiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNSJN8x_d4I/AAAAAAAAALk/55j0RQoBuR4/s1600-h/n545886569_1370378_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247970338540582786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNSJN8x_d4I/AAAAAAAAALk/55j0RQoBuR4/s320/n545886569_1370378_2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4jmUKbLI/AAAAAAAAALc/DTgN_6kGcXA/s1600-h/n543221046_1777244_3657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247952018769341618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4jmUKbLI/AAAAAAAAALc/DTgN_6kGcXA/s320/n543221046_1777244_3657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior class of 2009. biggest graduating class to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1275437615164001133?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1275437615164001133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1275437615164001133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1275437615164001133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1275437615164001133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-memories-pass-us-by.html' title='and the memories pass us by'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SNR4X1KGCpI/AAAAAAAAALM/KZnV5N5nZeY/s72-c/n543221046_1777421_5638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-364878417585362312</id><published>2008-09-16T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:26:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bounce</title><content type='html'>wow, it has been the busiest week of my entire IB life, but since&lt;br /&gt;IB &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'll rephrase that,&lt;br /&gt;wow, it has been the busiest week of my entire life,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure there's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Phillipines for a week, Habitat for Humanity. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;when i'm less busy, I'll blog about it. But for now,&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to breathe when i have free time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers lovies. have a better life than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; assume&lt;/span&gt;, or you'll make an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; out of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks patel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-364878417585362312?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/364878417585362312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=364878417585362312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/364878417585362312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/364878417585362312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/09/bounce.html' title='bounce'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1606762501450787107</id><published>2008-09-09T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:10:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is SO tempting to quit IB.&lt;br /&gt;so SO tempting&lt;br /&gt;very VERY tempting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so FRIKKIN tempting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, some of my friends are like 'oh dont quit ib because you would've&lt;br /&gt;done all that work for nothing' but you know, i can save myself from all the&lt;br /&gt;stress that will come this year! I mean, first of all, i don't need the IB...it's not&lt;br /&gt;like i wanna go to ivy league or do something like medicine or law. also,&lt;br /&gt;westmont only wants high school diploma which i'm getting anyway if&lt;br /&gt;i graduate successfully from high school.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's good and all, but hey, life is meant to be enjoyed. Some of the&lt;br /&gt;most successful people in the world never even finished college let alone&lt;br /&gt;high school.&lt;br /&gt;how many jobs look for IB students anyway?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seriously,&lt;br /&gt;do i really need this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1606762501450787107?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1606762501450787107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1606762501450787107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1606762501450787107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1606762501450787107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-also-it-is-so-tempting-to-quit-ib.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-5535341622945047084</id><published>2008-09-09T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:06:20.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perched on a wing, keep breathing</title><content type='html'>Okay, as usual i shouldn't be updating because i have so much work.. i barely&lt;br /&gt;have time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i HAD to write about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Fall Apart has officially taken over To Kill a Mockingbird on my list&lt;br /&gt;of favourite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Things Fall Apart once over the summer, but maybe because I was&lt;br /&gt;rushing I didn't think much of it. But I just re-read it, and w-o-w. It is an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing (&lt;/strong&gt;highlightboldstrikeunderlinecapitalexclamationmark!!!!!!!) novel.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I love it. I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;wah i sound like a total nerd. ah what the hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-5535341622945047084?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/5535341622945047084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=5535341622945047084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5535341622945047084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/5535341622945047084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/09/perched-on-wing-keep-breathing.html' title='perched on a wing, keep breathing'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-9108398976157279303</id><published>2008-08-25T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:15:51.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like i'm losing my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;snap... what a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z314/mickieggie/Training20pg20crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z314/mickieggie/Training20pg20crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-9108398976157279303?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/9108398976157279303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=9108398976157279303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/9108398976157279303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/9108398976157279303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-im-losing-my-mind.html' title='i feel like i&apos;m losing my mind...'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-2195162687069669513</id><published>2008-08-21T20:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:09:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you say... i only hear what i want to</title><content type='html'>i was browsing through pictures and i thought this was fun :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SK1ltPS4vvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xo7oaSppIRk/s1600-h/DSC07446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236953769576021746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SK1ltPS4vvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xo7oaSppIRk/s320/DSC07446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SK1mKtP9l4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_KlPipb2sJM/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236954275833026434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SK1mKtP9l4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/_KlPipb2sJM/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look so tired here... i know my eyes are closed. but still! can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyebags and all! IB has to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, kinda ironic how we're even worse in class than before, especially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with exams around the corner. but, you know, we're only seniors once. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what you get when you give a bunch of kids stickers and roleplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;debfong: hahahah..i know, after so long huh :) i'm surprised you came back to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayjen: I KNOW! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-2195162687069669513?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SK1ltPS4vvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xo7oaSppIRk/s72-c/DSC07446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4244900930288594337</id><published>2008-08-13T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:56:08.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me in the hallways and we'll make the world stop and stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SKL0nRYgETI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LN7DaT5n-3A/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234014672476180786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SKL0nRYgETI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LN7DaT5n-3A/s200/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SKL1VBx9pHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Effv9Y3CgF0/s1600-h/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234015458561991794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SKL1VBx9pHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Effv9Y3CgF0/s200/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pictures are on facebook. these are like 2 out of the 100 i took that night. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, school is STILL fun, i wonder why. but who cares, i'm not gonna question the happiness/fun streak of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i feel kinda bleh and empty today. weird.&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one that feels like i can't let go of the past? it feels like...it will keep haunting me, in 10 years in 20 years in 30 years. and the feeling reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could just let it all go, or i wish i didn't have to care anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't you guys just love sappy sad blogs? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4244900930288594337?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4244900930288594337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4244900930288594337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4244900930288594337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4244900930288594337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-me-in-hallways-and-well-make-world.html' title='meet me in the hallways and we&apos;ll make the world stop and stare'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#663366;"&gt;afraid no one would like me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;me: "honey, you're a senior now, you MAKE them like you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1630866677129141908?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1630866677129141908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1630866677129141908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1630866677129141908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1630866677129141908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-i-thought-this-would-never-end.html' title='i guess i thought this would never end, but when we leave this year we won&apos;t be coming back...'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1798156079065296552</id><published>2008-08-06T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:37:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait, don't go so fast..i'm wishing the moment here will last...</title><content type='html'>so... school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;early assembly and new schedules. new year, new teachers,&lt;br /&gt;new kids.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, where did time go this summer?&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, it's kinda weird starting a new school year, in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been at home the whole day working on my Business IA, and it's&lt;br /&gt;killing me. though, its quite normal for me to stay at home the entire&lt;br /&gt;day before school starts the next. i just can never grasp the fact that&lt;br /&gt;i can't wake up at 10am the next day.... so i have to prepare myself&lt;br /&gt;mentally :(&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressing like that, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's gonna be exciting, because we're seniors! oooh, i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) but i know the first 2 days is gonna be quite taxing, so i'm&lt;br /&gt;already planning out my friday night. yay. i also just realised that&lt;br /&gt;this is my last year in good ol' malaysia, and my last year in high school.&lt;br /&gt;after this year, i won't see my friends as often anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;so i've made a new year's resolution, even though it's not even a new year.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;definitely attend CUG more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go out more, spending more time with the grade :D&lt;br /&gt;we're seniors......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              .......and we deserve to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1798156079065296552?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1798156079065296552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1798156079065296552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1798156079065296552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1798156079065296552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/08/wait-dont-go-so-fastim-wishing-moment.html' title='wait, don&apos;t go so fast..i&apos;m wishing the moment here will last...'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-4220198852163435095</id><published>2008-08-04T21:15:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because yesterday is history, and it's never coming back</title><content type='html'>so, after more than a year, &lt;em&gt;i'm back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot has changed since my last entry :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had a whole year at MKIS, and it's been&lt;br /&gt;amazing. IB is crazy crap okay, whatever it is, unless you wanna do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something like meds or law. don't do IB, unless you know what you're in for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're up for the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought my chinese school years would've gained me some hardcore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studying experience you know? but i was...so .... wrong. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, IB is great if you wanna relax in university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what it's all about right? uni's the best years, all that freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i am not talking about IB right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeez, it's seriously taken over my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaanyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go back to school this thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and .ironically. decided today that i &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; wanna start blogging again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, give me some brownie points because i'm gonna humor&lt;br /&gt;you with some pictures. if anybody ever reads this! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the trouble with having facebook and multiply is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone's probably seen these photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;andrea:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eurotrip was AWESOME. have fun at yours. i'll update you some time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDQBmGD7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/c0k1V_9gbd0/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653066055126962" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; ida&lt;/strong&gt;, my sweet swede. she will melt your heart, she never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fails to show that she will be there for you whenever you need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcE66QC3FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d9asjcxy_ps/s1600-h/n610428666_639784_4722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654902329597010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcE66QC3FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d9asjcxy_ps/s320/n610428666_639784_4722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirah&lt;/strong&gt;, my adik :) i love her like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most patient person EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabi&lt;/strong&gt;, my hungarian blonde :) blonde only because she acts it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one thing i'll always remember about her is that (she probably doesn'tknow this), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she partly helped me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the starting stages of my relationship with Yorrick. and she also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never fails to tell me how nice Yorrick is. hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she left last month to japan, so our group lost an amazing person :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school's gonna be hard this year, not just because of the work, but also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because so many people have left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcEyEv0n3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rtyygFsEGgE/s1600-h/n619970180_3143891_3174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654750528413554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcEyEv0n3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rtyygFsEGgE/s320/n619970180_3143891_3174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andrew and natasha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;andrew &lt;/strong&gt;at seasac sport in indonesia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's yorrick's friend, super friendly... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natasha&lt;/strong&gt;, Yorrick's sister. she's leaving to Holland this month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're close. not super tight let's be BFFFFFF's forever friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think it's safe to say we were always there for each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could go to her with my relationship problems and know she'd have some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wise advice, :p.... and sometimes she'd come to me too because she know she can! we've had sleepover and baking sessions too, weird i know, considering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how she's my boyfriend's sister. but hey, it's good we get along so well right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she doesn't know this, but i love her to death, not just because she's my boyfriend's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sister, but because she's been an amazing friend :) oh one more thing, this girl can make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me laugh like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she makes fun of the way i say shut up and herb. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcEbkzr2XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8PwrqHs1vuY/s1600-h/n645976093_642434_911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230654363997559154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcEbkzr2XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8PwrqHs1vuY/s320/n645976093_642434_911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l-r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel&lt;/strong&gt;, OMG my school saviour! my american buddy. i always said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was american inside HAh to the hah. anyway, she's bubbly and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd melt in her presence too. she speaks her mind, and that's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i love about her. she wants to make things work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sai&lt;/strong&gt; bear, left for atlanta a week ago. and it was the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painful thing for me :( becuase she meant so much to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though she's in 9th grade, she can give you advice like she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDx0Z_RNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DOQH4LcKDXM/s1600-h/n543221046_1120222_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653646630241490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDx0Z_RNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DOQH4LcKDXM/s320/n543221046_1120222_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paintball with some 10th graders and part of our 11th grade&lt;br /&gt;one thing about MKIS is that, it's so small. our grade has like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 people i think. and everybody knows each other. and my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day at MKIS was so easy because eveyrone was so friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved it from the day i started. haha :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDrZKN3fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/btyEfvF8Ci0/s1600-h/n506911609_775362_6123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653536237116914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDrZKN3fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/btyEfvF8Ci0/s320/n506911609_775362_6123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and amazing opportunities like going overseas for sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta love it right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDX3VMbsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cKOdlrZbHs4/s1600-h/98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230653200738840258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDX3VMbsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cKOdlrZbHs4/s320/98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l-r rachel, tahnee, nush, --&gt; faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annuska&lt;/strong&gt;, my polish love who speaks too many languages for her own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's just the jealousy monster speaking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was SO intimidating at first, i've told her this. but now i just love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wanna hug her all the time. she's a little dynamite. not short,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just fun sized right nush? :) we survived Ms. Burn's business class together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's an achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;, haha, my alien child. alien because she's got every single blood in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning, she's like...seriously..mixed chinese...american...portugeuse..a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of dutch. and what not. and she's so small, but like nush, she's a little dynamite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes we have pointless brainless chats on MSN, about nothing and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even better, she understands my cantonese lingo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcFDwDz6wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GcqR7Nwu7k4/s1600-h/n585900261_3379284_6694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230655054212754178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcFDwDz6wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GcqR7Nwu7k4/s320/n585900261_3379284_6694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yorrick&lt;/strong&gt;. :) whom most of you have met at church.&lt;br /&gt;im not embarassed to say that I love him. because I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has done so much for me, he's taken a taxi at wee hours of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to solve an argument we just had. he's survived my many pms-y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days. he's survived meeting my mom for the first time, and now she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just loves him. hahahha. and he's stuck with me, through thick and thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through our many rough patches. but we're &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; over those now. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we've been to a lot of places together, supervised of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's so open to everything, and i love how we do random spontaneous things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we pray a lot, individually..sometimes together, he's grown so much spiritually in our 10 month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relationship, and i thank God for His surpervision over our relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has taught us a lot, and Yorrick will agree to that to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're committing everything to Him now and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i can't forget his wonderful family, the other family that i love. because they've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been nothing but amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, enough mushy talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've left a lot of other friends out, but i can only type so much :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta luego &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-4220198852163435095?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/4220198852163435095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=4220198852163435095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4220198852163435095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/4220198852163435095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-yesterday-is-history-and-its.html' title='because yesterday is history, and it&apos;s never coming back'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SJcDQBmGD7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/c0k1V_9gbd0/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8631208832716732513</id><published>2007-05-15T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:28.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>cupcakes</title><content type='html'>hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internet has been down for the past one week.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i baked cupcakes for mom's day and gave it&lt;br /&gt;out at church.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tres proud of it. :) i just hope they tasted&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkfga55WPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/II7LAaFXqXY/s1600-h/DSC05679_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064613897793263858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkfga55WPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/II7LAaFXqXY/s320/DSC05679_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkgoa55WQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vrU1j5Y3ciU/s1600-h/DSC05678_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064615134743845122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkgoa55WQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vrU1j5Y3ciU/s320/DSC05678_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo... I worked at Carrefour mid valley for 2 days last week.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to deep fry 2 kilos of chicken for TWO WHOLE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;and i constantly had oil on my face. it was so&lt;br /&gt;tiring. oh btw, i was one of those supermarket people that&lt;br /&gt;force you to try food. yeaaah, okaaay. good money though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i didn't end up auditioning for digis' whatsitcalled.&lt;br /&gt;because there was no parking :( or maybe i was just too&lt;br /&gt;lazy.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with brianna instead.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for making you wake up so early :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkira55WRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ji6sY7okYt8/s1600-h/DSC05591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064617385306708242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkira55WRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ji6sY7okYt8/s320/DSC05591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;just for kicks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing this project thing..and was looking through&lt;br /&gt;photo albums...came across this baby photo of me.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw it..it reminded me of another photo i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkjpa55WSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5HWGI9LxMmY/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618450458597666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkjpa55WSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5HWGI9LxMmY/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkln655WUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8tqPogP2rno/s1600-h/DSC05456_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064620623712049474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkln655WUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8tqPogP2rno/s320/DSC05456_edited-1.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 years later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh funny ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8631208832716732513?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8631208832716732513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8631208832716732513&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8631208832716732513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8631208832716732513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/05/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rkkfga55WPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/II7LAaFXqXY/s72-c/DSC05679_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6754529867483798698</id><published>2007-05-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:30.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjn4i655WMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SuKV5qvrSz0/s1600-h/yummmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060348935138793666" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjn5Jq55WOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KtuTi5J9kj8/s320/pre-zen%2520tation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjn29655WHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IKk06Bt35Vc/s1600-h/sing%20and%20sing%20some%20more.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6754529867483798698?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6754529867483798698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6754529867483798698&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6754529867483798698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6754529867483798698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/05/easter-lunch.html' title='Easter Lunch'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjn4i655WMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SuKV5qvrSz0/s72-c/yummmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1557945602103603131</id><published>2007-05-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:30.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>prettyman</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm too lazy to blog detailly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to singapore last weekend to catch Phantom of&lt;br /&gt;the Opera. and oh .. my .. word, it was SO good. It's one&lt;br /&gt;of those must see's before you die. :D&lt;br /&gt;iT was tres beautiful. I highly recommend watching it,&lt;br /&gt;if you liked the movie.... you'd think it was bollocks after&lt;br /&gt;watching the real opera. alrightey. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to MPO to watch london symphony orchestra, i know&lt;br /&gt;you guys think i'm some classical bum. well i am, but i listen to&lt;br /&gt;anything under the sun. hey, music's music.. it's all beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;except for rap maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;for the encore, they played the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;STAR WARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; theme. and&lt;br /&gt;you can not imagine how &lt;u&gt;excited&lt;/u&gt; i was. it was SO good,&lt;br /&gt;i'd go again and again if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so into it i actually came home and bought star wars&lt;br /&gt;soundtracks on amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i'm a confused goof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjnujq55WEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LQZh5VJRbKc/s1600-h/Picture+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060337952907417666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjnujq55WEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LQZh5VJRbKc/s400/Picture+copy.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;especially when it comes to star wars and john williams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent way too much money the past week, well,&lt;br /&gt;more like the past 5 months. So, I got my mom to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;store &lt;/em&gt;my atm card in her safe...which i obviously&lt;br /&gt;don't know the combination to. it's either very guai or very&lt;br /&gt;dumb :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also watching&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;spidey 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tmrw, yay. i got ticketss, har har.&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i'm auditioning for &lt;strong&gt;digi's celebriteen&lt;/strong&gt; tmrw too HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjnvjq55WFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sa78XOwDta8/s1600-h/dct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060339052419045458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjnvjq55WFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sa78XOwDta8/s400/dct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, they have pretty good prizes y'know so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole this tag from &lt;a href="http://misshuiying.blogspot.com"&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/a&gt;...I steal a lot from her.. tag-wise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay, pretty weird tag thing because most of it didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;i've bolded the ones that kinda do though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not : Leave the Pieces *&lt;em&gt;The Wreckers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hurt : One Of These Days *&lt;em&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love : Popular Mechanics For Lovers *&lt;em&gt;Beulah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha, know&lt;br /&gt;any popular mechanics? ho ho i'm funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate : Sympathy *&lt;em&gt;Goo Goo Dolls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no i dont!&lt;br /&gt;I hope : Universe &amp;amp; U *&lt;em&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear : The Mummy *&lt;em&gt;Jerry Goldsmith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I crave : In Repair *&lt;em&gt;John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret : Don't Give Up *&lt;em&gt;Shannon Noll and Natalie Basingwithe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry : Roses *&lt;em&gt;Outkast &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ooh, that should be the name of my new&lt;br /&gt;song!&lt;br /&gt;I care : L'Ombre Et La Lumiere *&lt;em&gt;Coralle Clement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always : Where Does the Good Go *&lt;em&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to : Shadowfeet *&lt;em&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone : Float On *&lt;em&gt;Goldspot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen : Little Wonders *&lt;em&gt;Rob Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide : Look At Her Face *&lt;em&gt;The Coral Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drive : The Sweetest Escape *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefani ft. Akon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing : Nature Boy *&lt;em&gt;Harry Cornick Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance : Choux Pastry Heart *&lt;em&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write : Nowhere Without You *&lt;em&gt;Bob Evans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I breathe : By Heart *&lt;em&gt;Sylvie Lewis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha..maybe i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I play : Over My Head *&lt;em&gt;The Fray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not : O Little Town of Bethlehem &lt;em&gt;*Harry Cornick Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss : The Thief *&lt;em&gt;Brooke Fraser &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;I search : Dancing in the Moonlight *&lt;em&gt;Toploader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I learn : Natural Woman *&lt;em&gt;Aretha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel : Our Town *&lt;em&gt;James Taylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know : Woman *&lt;em&gt;Wolfmother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say : Say It Right *&lt;em&gt;Nelly Furtado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I succeed : Salvation Is Here *&lt;em&gt;Hillsong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail : The Purest Place *&lt;em&gt;Watermark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dream : None But Jesus *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I sleep : California *&lt;em&gt;Mates of State&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder : Someone to Love *&lt;em&gt;Kate Earl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want : Waiting for You *&lt;em&gt;Ben Harper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry : Me and Mrs. Jones *&lt;em&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have : Sugar We're Going Down *&lt;em&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give : Free *&lt;em&gt;Luke Doucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I fight : A Grateful People *&lt;em&gt;Watermark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wait : I'm Gonna Find Another You *&lt;em&gt;John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need : The Way We Get By *&lt;em&gt;Spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am : One *&lt;em&gt;MJB ft. Bono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think : I've Got that Boom Boom *&lt;em&gt;Britney &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahah, mmhmm!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the fact that : Requiem for O.M.M. *&lt;em&gt;Of Montreal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stay : Breaking the Ice *&lt;em&gt;Mojave 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1557945602103603131?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1557945602103603131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1557945602103603131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1557945602103603131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1557945602103603131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/05/prettyman.html' title='prettyman'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rjnujq55WEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LQZh5VJRbKc/s72-c/Picture+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-972237995408262183</id><published>2007-04-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:07:48.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>jocks</title><content type='html'>i stole this off &lt;a href="http://misshuiying.blogspot.com"&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/a&gt;, it's the gun. it's pretty fun and accurate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#3D3932" flashvars="bgcolor=#3D3932&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-A611740.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=i love baking/cooking, enough said :)&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_45782961.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=ew.&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=awhh&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=who doesnt love travelling??&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7A1E939A.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=ive only ever done it 4 times, but its the bomb&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6C174175.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=waters good for you :)&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=perfect&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=20458-cb64&amp;amp;srv=rb5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=20458-cb64&amp;amp;srv=rb5"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slight change in the visualDNA test. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, i went to the tmn tun library because&lt;br /&gt;my sister wanted to get something. and YOU KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;the guard wouldn't let me in because i was wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;shorts&lt;/u&gt;. i mean, HELLO? are we living in the 17th&lt;br /&gt;century or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... he let me in eventually because i think he could&lt;br /&gt;tell i was gonna hit him in the head. he gave&lt;br /&gt;me this look and said 'lain kali tak boleh pakai ya.' whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, there're these dress codes for entering&lt;br /&gt;the library. and one said 'tidak boleh pakai &lt;strong&gt;baju tidur&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i would &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; go prancing around the library&lt;br /&gt;in my sleepers. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, big &lt;em&gt;ranting&lt;/em&gt; moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-972237995408262183?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/972237995408262183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=972237995408262183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/972237995408262183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/972237995408262183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/jocks.html' title='jocks'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6751083485567620213</id><published>2007-04-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:32.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i don't NORMALLY do this, well i dont&lt;br /&gt;do this EVER. but see, &lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt; is by far&lt;br /&gt;my favouritEST tv show ever. So much so i hope&lt;br /&gt;and pray everyday that they never grow old&lt;br /&gt;and will continue to produce more and more seasons,&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when i get hooked on a tv series, i'd go 'this is&lt;br /&gt;the best show ever.' but after awhile, i watch another&lt;br /&gt;tv series, and i just say 'oh, nah, this beats that'&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, This is the one tv show where my mind&lt;br /&gt;is just &lt;em&gt;constantly&lt;/em&gt; saying 'grey's anatomy is the best&lt;br /&gt;tv show in the history of mankind'.&lt;br /&gt;slight exaggeration? but if you like it as much as me,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't think so :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i like other shows too, like Lost! yeah, Lost has&lt;br /&gt;a pretty good cast slash storyline, but y'know...&lt;br /&gt;good looking doctor people trumps lost on an island people,&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might portray the doctor life as some dream job, which&lt;br /&gt;i believe is the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;However, we all love a good &lt;strong&gt;far fetched&lt;/strong&gt; drama RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, It's got a &lt;strong&gt;killer soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;killer cases/storyline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a &lt;u&gt;killer cast&lt;/u&gt;. so WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fS1P8oOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZXDtqVrlRF8/s1600-h/284065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056943471231541474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fS1P8oOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZXDtqVrlRF8/s320/284065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fh1P8oPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0kvZ6sI6AXo/s1600-h/izzie+and+alex.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet it makes you want to cry and wish&lt;br /&gt;your life were a tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fh1P8oPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0kvZ6sI6AXo/s1600-h/izzie+and+alex.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056943728929579250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fh1P8oPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0kvZ6sI6AXo/s320/izzie+and+alex.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say killer cast, i really mean killer cast. They&lt;br /&gt;can all act pretty DARN good yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3hLlP8oQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QdmXMpVm5us/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056945545700745474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3hLlP8oQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QdmXMpVm5us/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TR Knight and Katherine Heigl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 favourites,&lt;em&gt; Izzie&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Georgie&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;they gotta be pretty good,&lt;br /&gt;because they beat mcdreamy and all the other&lt;br /&gt;mchot people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3hwVP8oRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ea_1vL-P2Rw/s1600-h/mcdreamy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056946177060938002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3hwVP8oRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ea_1vL-P2Rw/s320/mcdreamy.png" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDreamy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/em&gt;...mmmm, I liked him in Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Home Alabama, what can i say? i have an eye for&lt;br /&gt;eye candy, HAHA, so funny. anyway, he's a bit&lt;br /&gt;annoying in the show, but he's so.... leng zhai. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3iRVP8oSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5CrqtJQw0Us/s1600-h/mcsteamy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056946743996621090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3iRVP8oSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5CrqtJQw0Us/s320/mcsteamy.png" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McSteamy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eric Dane&lt;/em&gt;, he's a jerk in the show, but he's&lt;br /&gt;still eye candy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3kCVP8oUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/46U3Gw2a7pg/s1600-h/chris_odonnell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056948685321838914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3kCVP8oUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/46U3Gw2a7pg/s320/chris_odonnell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McVet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris O'Donnell&lt;/em&gt;, okay, so maybe the LAST ever&lt;br /&gt;show you saw him in was probably like what? &lt;u&gt;batman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and robin&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;the bachelor&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;But, he's a daddy to 3 now! you can't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;and for a semi old man, he is GOOD LOOKING.&lt;br /&gt;if all vets looked like him, i'd have a houseful of pets.&lt;br /&gt;he was on grey's anatomy for a short while. too short :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is one of my favourite scenes, because it&lt;br /&gt;cracks me up every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if non-watchers would get it, but it's still&lt;br /&gt;funny as. &lt;strong&gt;WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9X4qaoukdw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how funny is that????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah to the HAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYHOW, i bet y'all are just ITCHING to watch grey's&lt;br /&gt;super cool anatomy now right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't be ashamed. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for the awesome &lt;u&gt;soundtrack&lt;/u&gt;, you know how sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you just don't notice the song playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;of a movie? or even if you do, it's just... at the most..1 song.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY single song on Grey's Anatomy is the bomb. It makes&lt;br /&gt;you wonder, where are all these singers hiding? OR where has&lt;br /&gt;hollywood been hiding them, lol. oh, but, that's just me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate Havnevik - Grace*&lt;br /&gt;Kate Havnevik - Unlike Me&lt;br /&gt;Emiliana Torrini - Sunny Road*&lt;br /&gt;Luke Doucet - Free&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne Pierce - Fool's Gold*&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star*&lt;br /&gt;Kate Earl - Someone to Love&lt;br /&gt;Monotypes - Deadstreet&lt;br /&gt;Goldfrapp - Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Psapp - Cosy in the Rocket*&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand - Sleeping at Last&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nalick - Catalyst*&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See*&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall - Another Place to Fall&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall - Otherside of the World*&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas - Streetside Symphony&lt;br /&gt;Matt Kearney - Nothing Left to Lose&lt;br /&gt;The Coral Sea - Look at Her Face&lt;br /&gt;Grant Lee Phillips - Under the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks - Lullaby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no, i have not been sitting at home watching&lt;br /&gt;grey's anatomy all day, hahaha. I just caught a&lt;br /&gt;glimpse of an old episode on star world and realised&lt;br /&gt;how much i loveth it :D see, it even gets a special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;label&lt;/strong&gt;, it doesn't even go under 'tv shows'&lt;br /&gt;or something. ho ho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, You're still number 1. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6751083485567620213?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6751083485567620213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6751083485567620213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6751083485567620213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6751083485567620213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Ri3fS1P8oOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZXDtqVrlRF8/s72-c/284065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6704879756070119618</id><published>2007-04-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:32.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry nic, i realised i put up pictures of everyone but &lt;div&gt;you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we live riiiiiight next to each other, and we didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet up the last time she came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we did this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiN61P8oLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ekX9CATc7MI/s1600-h/DSC05452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055446623589277874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiN61P8oLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ekX9CATc7MI/s320/DSC05452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6704879756070119618?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6704879756070119618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6704879756070119618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6704879756070119618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6704879756070119618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-nic-i-realised-i-put-up-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiN61P8oLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ekX9CATc7MI/s72-c/DSC05452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6734193790895334711</id><published>2007-04-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:33.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>take me there</title><content type='html'>yes, i know i promised to update, and i never did.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i don't think i remember exact details anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, went out quite a bit, because people were&lt;br /&gt;back from overseas. mom even said she'd&lt;br /&gt;ground me. GROUND me, how american.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih7tlP8oFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VuIn-LxxQDM/s1600-h/DSC05419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055426604746711122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih7tlP8oFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VuIn-LxxQDM/s320/DSC05419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're grown up and all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;(l-r) UK, Australia, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih-cVP8oII/AAAAAAAAAEo/bGIbhGbowxg/s1600-h/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055429606928851074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih-cVP8oII/AAAAAAAAAEo/bGIbhGbowxg/s320/DSC05441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih81FP8oGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dF8yfhHZ_Us/s1600-h/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're hardcore like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih_vFP8oJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xbXmnmtfNDE/s1600-h/DSC05465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055431028563026066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih_vFP8oJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xbXmnmtfNDE/s320/DSC05465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to bore you yitang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiPWVP8oMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uQ-O0R7csAQ/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055448195547308226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiPWVP8oMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uQ-O0R7csAQ/s320/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was deliberate, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiQklP8oNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mhDMeBTGtVI/s1600-h/DSC05429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055449539872071890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiQklP8oNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mhDMeBTGtVI/s320/DSC05429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, you can actually kinda see my permed&lt;br /&gt;lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (11th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiAglP8oKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3J7fucexHZY/s1600-h/DSC05487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055431878966550690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RiiAglP8oKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3J7fucexHZY/s320/DSC05487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;u&gt;MS read&lt;/u&gt; for din din with weijiunn,yl,yy&lt;br /&gt;and duar. so, as you can SEE, they were&lt;br /&gt;playing&lt;em&gt; cards&lt;/em&gt; in ms read. talk about jakun right?&lt;br /&gt;i still love you guys though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't play, but i was just watching them play&lt;br /&gt;chor dai di... and when i&lt;br /&gt;finished my very yummy&lt;br /&gt;smoked salmon sandwich... the &lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;aiter &lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;uy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wg: miss, can i take your plate?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;pass&lt;/em&gt;. i mean, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malu giler okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after dinner, everyone wanted a ride in my car,&lt;br /&gt;because i'm a super awesome driver. :D&lt;br /&gt;but what they got was the u turn of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny as. it's kinda hard to explain the&lt;br /&gt;u turn, but it involved a little mini swerve :)&lt;br /&gt;at least they enjoyed it, and i quote "WOW,&lt;br /&gt;reverse and do it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have a &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is 6 afraid of 7?&lt;br /&gt;beCAUSE 7 ATE 9. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay.... well, there's a lot more where that came&lt;br /&gt;from...but i dont remember anymore. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (12th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out to lunch with yl and nic&lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I had the counsellors interview at MKIS which&lt;br /&gt;took longer than expected. :( so, because of that,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even get to meet up with nic, how annoying,&lt;br /&gt;sigh. NIC, next time okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the interview though, went to bangsar village&lt;br /&gt;which was kinda disappointing, i thought it was&lt;br /&gt;going to be like 'WOW, i could live here' but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (13th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, and the guard didn't let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited for yi tang, and the guard let him in!&lt;br /&gt;so ikut ikut to 'jumpa miss hariet' and she let us&lt;br /&gt;walk around school, yay. she's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, gathered a few people into the car,&lt;br /&gt;and went off to the curve to have luncho.&lt;br /&gt;found a parking, and took at least 5 minutes to attempt&lt;br /&gt;to front park. they counted the amount of times&lt;br /&gt;i reversed. i hate parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Fridays and then we watched ....&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine. lazy to give review yeah.&lt;br /&gt;played foosball/pool, did you know they have&lt;br /&gt;those weird karaoke boxes at cineleisure?&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dropped naj home, had to go up a scary hill,&lt;br /&gt;got another lecture from mom, cuz&lt;br /&gt;i drove in the rain + i didn't update her on my&lt;br /&gt;whereabouts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also come up with a theory that i'm more likely&lt;br /&gt;to get into an accident with my mom in the car. she&lt;br /&gt;makes me so gan jiong because she's so paranoid! but&lt;br /&gt;i still love you mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (14th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Impact and almost, ALMOST scratched my&lt;br /&gt;car while attempting to park in an obviously-my-gigantic-&lt;br /&gt;4x4-wont-fit space. not to mention the very pretty&lt;br /&gt;sports car next to the empty space.&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit late, so I was thinking 'good thing, noone's&lt;br /&gt;here to witness this oh so embarssing parking'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kenneth wong shows up :( oh noooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;after Impact, he was like 'you're such a dangerous&lt;br /&gt;driver! blablablablablla'&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY, my parking's very bad okay! i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i discovered reverse parking, and that i'm&lt;br /&gt;better at that. :D i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (19th April)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so most of you know i only start schooling&lt;br /&gt;in August. i'm going to mon't kiara international. and today,&lt;br /&gt;well...yesterday... was my 'preview day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school&lt;br /&gt;to sit through classes and just experience the MKIS life. :)&lt;br /&gt;the school is BIG as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so nervous about meeting my classmates, i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;even sleep at night. it was like going to PLC all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Got to school, and followed Stephanie Hooppell to all her&lt;br /&gt;classes. she's really nice, and i enjoyed just going around&lt;br /&gt;school and meeting people...intimidatingly beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period she had &lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt;, so we&lt;br /&gt;played knockout, which is basically just basketball but in&lt;br /&gt;a different form. then &lt;strong&gt;chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;, i was just zoning out,&lt;br /&gt;and pretending like i understood, gosh i'm dumb for my age.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;FRENCH&lt;/strong&gt;, how fun, i thought i'd come out of the class&lt;br /&gt;being able to speak a little bit of french. but no. did i mention&lt;br /&gt;i have to take spanish next year? mi hermano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, then came lunch. I sat with a bunch of people,&lt;br /&gt;and they were super nice, which was very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how &lt;em&gt;chinchai&lt;/em&gt; this school is, in a super&lt;br /&gt;uberly cool way. they wear any type of flats to school,&lt;br /&gt;wear make up, let their hair out, dye their hairs&lt;br /&gt;with bright colors. it's just the most rule-less school you'll&lt;br /&gt;ever find in m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, Lillian's (i think?) having a party this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i can actually make it, but will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;though i really want to go, because it'll be good to actually&lt;br /&gt;know a few people before i actually start school.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i don't actually end up feeling lamp-post-y&lt;br /&gt;weird. :)&lt;br /&gt;so yes, if my other thing's cancelled and i go. expect&lt;br /&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching BBC's Pride and Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i though keira knightley's p&amp;p was good, but&lt;br /&gt;coling firth's p&amp;amp;p is THE best. colin firth's so handsooome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and america's next top model? Anchal doesn't deserve&lt;br /&gt;to be sent home so early. GO HOME JAEDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at sunway, and i saw TWO VW beetles, in the&lt;br /&gt;awesomest colors.&lt;br /&gt;God's trying to tell me something. I'm not expecting a car,&lt;br /&gt;because, its undeserved, but it's nice to dream sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weijiunn, duarie and tzern wanna go to laundry or somewhere&lt;br /&gt;else satday night. if i go, i have a feeling that i'll be driving&lt;br /&gt;the very wasted tzern home. to go or not to go, tough. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i willlll be going to an Orang Asli Kampung&lt;br /&gt;to tutor the adorable kids at Sang Lee! It's something&lt;br /&gt;different, something i wouldn't normally do,&lt;br /&gt;since i don't speak the best malay.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it'll be fun, so will be doing that for half the day.&lt;br /&gt;then yes, IMPACT, which is always the highlight of&lt;br /&gt;the week/weekend. so. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably had heaps more to say, but i can't remember cuz&lt;br /&gt;i kept putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stil waiting for eiran to post up pictures from Sunday's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6734193790895334711?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6734193790895334711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6734193790895334711&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6734193790895334711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6734193790895334711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-me-there.html' title='take me there'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rih7tlP8oFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VuIn-LxxQDM/s72-c/DSC05419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6376965419241991206</id><published>2007-04-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:10:25.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Chris Evans</title><content type='html'>Watch this trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/thenannydiaries/trailer1/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Evans? I hope he'll still be single when I decide&lt;br /&gt;to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: display picture: don't worry, it's just sparkling juice.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was just fascinated with it cuz we got it for free. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates+pictures later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6376965419241991206?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6376965419241991206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6376965419241991206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6376965419241991206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6376965419241991206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/chris-evans.html' title='Chris Evans'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-9078886164888664306</id><published>2007-04-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:05:54.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Healers</title><content type='html'>I love reading old posts, and I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-healers.blogspot.com/"&gt;the greatest band ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we're not touring anymore, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-9078886164888664306?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/9078886164888664306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=9078886164888664306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/9078886164888664306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/9078886164888664306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/healers.html' title='The Healers'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-2899901140681031512</id><published>2007-04-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:36.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry for the late updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 4th April 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Anthony spoke at PJEFC, and it was THE best&lt;br /&gt;talk i've ever been to. God was seriously moving&lt;br /&gt;in our church that night. I think especially in our&lt;br /&gt;Youths, it was just so amazing watching all the&lt;br /&gt;youths cry out, forget about everything&lt;br /&gt;around them and focus on God.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the talk, and I hated/hate myself&lt;br /&gt;for not bringing anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kinda feel like even if i do ask somebody,&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't want to come. But I realised that,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know if I don't try. The nights before,&lt;br /&gt;I was praying that there'll be a good turnout. Then&lt;br /&gt;when I got there, i was disappointed because the&lt;br /&gt;church wasn't filled to the back. What hypocritical&lt;br /&gt;thinking. I didn't even dare to ask any of my&lt;br /&gt;friends to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring friends. got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, some of you know my dog, Cookie died.&lt;br /&gt;She's been living with my cousin the past year. And&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was DEVASTATED, and so his parents&lt;br /&gt;bought him another puppy. We went to visit her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet Cookie No. 2 :) even though i think she looks&lt;br /&gt;more like a Muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpU5ek-AoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HbilmEy4b0E/s1600-h/DSC05361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051443278486831746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpU5ek-AoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HbilmEy4b0E/s320/DSC05361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how adorable is she? ignore my very cute cousin in&lt;br /&gt;the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's a silky terrier, and is the size of&lt;br /&gt;my PALM. no, my palm's not big, she's TINY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 5th April 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what arrived in the mail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpWJ-k-ApI/AAAAAAAAACY/8GKTfLYKEMQ/s1600-h/DSC05388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051444661466301074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpWJ-k-ApI/AAAAAAAAACY/8GKTfLYKEMQ/s320/DSC05388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpYX-k-ArI/AAAAAAAAACo/fAO_WiDOYUo/s1600-h/DSC05393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051447101007725234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpYX-k-ArI/AAAAAAAAACo/fAO_WiDOYUo/s320/DSC05393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was a BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 6th April 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpaeek-AsI/AAAAAAAAACw/sJZaifCiXwU/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051449411700130498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpaeek-AsI/AAAAAAAAACw/sJZaifCiXwU/s320/DSC05413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout the bad angled photo, the lighting wasn't being&lt;br /&gt;very nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life just got a lot more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this thrill to drive isn't going to die away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was early in the morning :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, off to pyramid for an ice skating session.&lt;br /&gt;which was super duper funner painful.&lt;br /&gt;pictures courtesy of eiran :D taken with his&lt;br /&gt;trusty motorola phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope he doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpbIuk-AtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mlzrBWl0VVE/s1600-h/put%20it%20on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051450137549603538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpbIuk-AtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mlzrBWl0VVE/s320/put%2520it%2520on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpcMuk-AuI/AAAAAAAAADA/j7TpML82GHo/s1600-h/mimicking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051451305780708066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpcMuk-AuI/AAAAAAAAADA/j7TpML82GHo/s320/mimicking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpd6-k-AwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0MRQv2hicLQ/s1600-h/sharing%20a%20joke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051453199861285634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpd6-k-AwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0MRQv2hicLQ/s320/sharing%2520a%2520joke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had luncho at Long John Silvers.&lt;br /&gt;They have the YUMMIEST fish, and their fries ARE&lt;br /&gt;good, i tasted one, it was actually really yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpeuOk-AxI/AAAAAAAAADY/f1ZMZFWKVAY/s1600-h/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051454080329581330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpeuOk-AxI/AAAAAAAAADY/f1ZMZFWKVAY/s320/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpheOk-AyI/AAAAAAAAADg/UUtQeaJKgIY/s1600-h/oooo%20fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051457103986557730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpheOk-AyI/AAAAAAAAADg/UUtQeaJKgIY/s320/oooo%2520fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how good the fish was, i look &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; fascinated&lt;br /&gt;and satisfied it's almost embarassing. i should&lt;br /&gt;be a long john silvers ambassador or something.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpjbuk-AzI/AAAAAAAAADo/BRc7ZW7tX5Q/s1600-h/chew%20chew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051459260060140338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpjbuk-AzI/AAAAAAAAADo/BRc7ZW7tX5Q/s320/chew%2520chew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i please have your fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpkP-k-A0I/AAAAAAAAADw/rIwBFCYuL8g/s1600-h/chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051460157708305218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpkP-k-A0I/AAAAAAAAADw/rIwBFCYuL8g/s320/chips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left pyramid and went to the curve to&lt;br /&gt;catch a movie. so i said 'david can i please drive&lt;br /&gt;your car' he said &lt;em&gt;no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, stopped at Fridays because Kevin wanted&lt;br /&gt;to collect his testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhplguk-A1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WR9Fu8kt3ng/s1600-h/have%20a%20seat%20sir!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051461544982741842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhplguk-A1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WR9Fu8kt3ng/s320/have%2520a%2520seat%2520sir%2521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss my job too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to CineLeisure and decided to watch&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Robinsons. We got free popcorn and soft&lt;br /&gt;drinks, how crazy is that. poor eiran, he actually&lt;br /&gt;bought his popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the movie....It was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;entertaining. I loved&lt;br /&gt;it. I can't be bothered to put up a picture of my favourite&lt;br /&gt;character, GOOB. so cute. well, mini goob, not the&lt;br /&gt;grown up evil goob. WOOPS, i just spoiled it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpmf-k-A2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/jsc-mAsxr6I/s1600-h/having%20a%20laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051462631609467746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpmf-k-A2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/jsc-mAsxr6I/s320/having%2520a%2520laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEL, you look so happy here. haha.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say thank you eiran for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;no pictures of eiran because he took all the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left, mom let me drive and it was pretty&lt;br /&gt;scary at first but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;went for din din then went to church for Good&lt;br /&gt;Friday service, which I really liked. It&lt;br /&gt;was reflective and quiet, which is good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 7th April 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i getting my dates right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I actually can't remember what I did&lt;br /&gt;in the morning. Had breakfast, and&lt;br /&gt;went to church at 7pm. that's all i remember.&lt;br /&gt;I drove alone to church at night, don't think&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to but nobody was free.&lt;br /&gt;I almost got a heart attack before arriving at the&lt;br /&gt;roundabout. i hate roundabouts, their so&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter celebration was SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was awesome and creative. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Good job and many thanks to all of Impacts&lt;br /&gt;fa&lt;em&gt;lici&lt;/em&gt;tators for such an enjoyable easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture because it's the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Leon. gosh sue zen, you're such a&lt;br /&gt;photo stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpqdek-A3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nAfiQj_nfAI/s1600-h/_DSC7825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051466986706305906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rhpqdek-A3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nAfiQj_nfAI/s320/_DSC7825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice (far right) has THE cutest pose! hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, sent the little cousin back to his house&lt;br /&gt;to get clothes, went back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started baking for the 'party' the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 8th April 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church and was super sleepy cuz of the&lt;br /&gt;late night. My sister sang before service started!&lt;br /&gt;It was so good. I'd put a video, but she'd murder&lt;br /&gt;me. Service finished late, and I was getting&lt;br /&gt;very excited/worried because I still had to go home&lt;br /&gt;and cook. So rushed people, and went&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started cooking, and everybody helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, you know what? i don't have pictures at&lt;br /&gt;the moment. If eiran lets me, i'll&lt;br /&gt;steal his pictures again and blog about the lunch and&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let's just say an oreo milkshake practically&lt;br /&gt;exploded in my face. Just when i said 'wouldn't it&lt;br /&gt;be funny if i forgot to close the cap and started&lt;br /&gt;blending?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont expect any pictures of this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, when i made pancakes in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;the fire exploded in my face. no, really.. it did.&lt;br /&gt;all because of my silly non stick spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-2899901140681031512?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/2899901140681031512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=2899901140681031512&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2899901140681031512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/2899901140681031512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RhpU5ek-AoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HbilmEy4b0E/s72-c/DSC05361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-1212707786476437192</id><published>2007-04-02T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:01:05.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEE (x10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vroom &lt;strong&gt;VROOM&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-1212707786476437192?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/1212707786476437192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=1212707786476437192&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1212707786476437192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/1212707786476437192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-3702418061572828119</id><published>2007-04-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:37.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changers'/><title type='text'>chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_B0m0zpwI/AAAAAAAAACI/kc9TAEAJOFc/s1600-h/IMGP0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048466816825009922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_B0m0zpwI/AAAAAAAAACI/kc9TAEAJOFc/s320/IMGP0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_ApG0zpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/lC-wA9Qvtws/s1600-h/IMGP0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048465519744886514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_ApG0zpvI/AAAAAAAAACA/lC-wA9Qvtws/s320/IMGP0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_AZm0zpuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EYwY4tIy-Yg/s1600-h/IMGP0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048465253456914146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_AZm0zpuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EYwY4tIy-Yg/s320/IMGP0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048464566262146754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s320/IMGP0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_xm0zpsI/AAAAAAAAABo/H-ZSdRCkdFQ/s1600-h/IMGP0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_8G0zptI/AAAAAAAAABw/7URu23pTDEE/s1600-h/IMGP0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048464746650773202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-_8G0zptI/AAAAAAAAABw/7URu23pTDEE/s320/IMGP0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss you guys so much and really wish i could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;graduate from yr12 with all of you. you guys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made my one year in australia THE BEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y'all are looking as gorgeous as ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad you guys are still having bundles of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy the picnic next week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love love LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-3702418061572828119?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/3702418061572828119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=3702418061572828119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3702418061572828119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3702418061572828119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/chains.html' title='chains'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg_B0m0zpwI/AAAAAAAAACI/kc9TAEAJOFc/s72-c/IMGP0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-7824475615712012223</id><published>2007-04-01T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:39.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>daisy boo</title><content type='html'>guess who's back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-AH20zpmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8LigjcSJFqw/s1600-h/dreamworld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048394579770058338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-AH20zpmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8LigjcSJFqw/s320/dreamworld2.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are clearer in real life. my eyes&lt;br /&gt;really aren't that small :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i obviously got dragged to Dreamworld, but&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to be pretty fun. But, i think we need&lt;br /&gt;to find a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black stuff on my teeth's bubble tea pearls.&lt;br /&gt;how embarassing.. even though i meant to do&lt;br /&gt;it on purpose. Though..it actually looks like&lt;br /&gt;i'm just laughing with my mouth open. yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one, not meant for little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-Am20zpnI/AAAAAAAAABA/we2kn4P5_mc/s1600-h/Dreamworld+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048395112346003058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-Am20zpnI/AAAAAAAAABA/we2kn4P5_mc/s320/Dreamworld+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically arrived at OU, went to Fridays to&lt;br /&gt;give them the cookies i baked, they had a blackout.&lt;br /&gt;How Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen where we talked about fun mindless&lt;br /&gt;things. Then we walked around and almost&lt;br /&gt;harassed by this scary lady trying to promote&lt;br /&gt;Nemo on Ice. Su may said she said something like&lt;br /&gt;"this is meant for married couples" do we look married?&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to jusco to buy baby things for Nick&lt;br /&gt;and Olee. Wow, baby micah, not even a week old and&lt;br /&gt;already being pampered. :) &lt;em&gt;Kay Jen,&lt;/em&gt; you missed a lot&lt;br /&gt;of ooh-ings and aah-ings at baby things. i think i'm ready&lt;br /&gt;to have kids. hope you were okay at home! when i pass&lt;br /&gt;my driving test i take you out okay? We can go visit baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-BqW0zpoI/AAAAAAAAABI/qZKFCRG4Lbc/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048396271987172994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-BqW0zpoI/AAAAAAAAABI/qZKFCRG4Lbc/s320/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RIGHT? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that teething toys help develop communication?&lt;br /&gt;so, if i bite on things, do i develop a wider vocabulary?&lt;br /&gt;ha ha, i'm so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we just walked around some more. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;bought super cool random things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-DuW0zppI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hh5ZTKL75sU/s1600-h/DSC05314_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048398539729905298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-DuW0zppI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hh5ZTKL75sU/s320/DSC05314_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come down for a concert mr i'm so sexy&lt;br /&gt;john mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-FSW0zpqI/AAAAAAAAABY/ktN5mM8NOaA/s1600-h/DSC05312_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048400257716823714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-FSW0zpqI/AAAAAAAAABY/ktN5mM8NOaA/s320/DSC05312_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use clearasil. how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OOH, i forgot to introduce you to my new&lt;br /&gt;wooden friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-Gbm0zprI/AAAAAAAAABg/j38c3TVw_HM/s1600-h/DSC05319_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048401516142241458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-Gbm0zprI/AAAAAAAAABg/j38c3TVw_HM/s320/DSC05319_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;why isn't gwen stefani coming down to malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason why school's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;person1 : yah, all the schools have new headmistresses now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eiran: why must be headmistress? how about guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;suezen: (quietly) you mean &lt;em&gt;headmister&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blogspot's so weird. either that i just don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how to use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-7824475615712012223?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/7824475615712012223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=7824475615712012223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/7824475615712012223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/7824475615712012223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/04/daisy-boo.html' title='daisy boo'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/Rg-AH20zpmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8LigjcSJFqw/s72-c/dreamworld2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-8458270939252117844</id><published>2007-03-28T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:27:39.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>vroom vroom</title><content type='html'>I love blogs with pictures, but i just CAN'T&lt;br /&gt;seem to upload any. it's soooo sloooow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i went for my driving class&lt;br /&gt;today. My exam's next monday, yay.&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting at the traffic light,&lt;br /&gt;i had to sign this schedule thing which is&lt;br /&gt;proof that i've actually done my driving&lt;br /&gt;hours. I already signed 12 boxes, then&lt;br /&gt;when i was writing the date, i just glanced&lt;br /&gt;through and i realise that i've been writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx/xx/&lt;strong&gt;06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, talk about &lt;em&gt;ketinggalan zaman&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;---LOOK, BAHASA!)&lt;br /&gt;right? now my poor driving instructor has to&lt;br /&gt; go back home and blanko the tiny boxes and&lt;br /&gt;write 07 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what happens when you don't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so some of you know i used to work at TGIF&lt;br /&gt;right? and while i worked there, i used to bake&lt;br /&gt; treats for them. i baked them cookies, egg tarts,&lt;br /&gt;cakes and things. So, today i get this &lt;strong&gt;lovely &lt;/strong&gt;sms&lt;br /&gt;from Fridays, and before i opened it i was &lt;br /&gt;thinking 'how sweet of them to send me a msg' right?&lt;br /&gt;then to my horror,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where's my egg tart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the.&lt;br /&gt;haha, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Stomp the Yard the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RgoZ9G0zpjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E5T3JKEdBfk/s1600-h/stomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046874870016878130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="227" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RgoZ9G0zpjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E5T3JKEdBfk/s200/stomp.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your typical dance movie, but the&lt;br /&gt;dancing's so good that you wouldn't even&lt;br /&gt;notice how cliche the storyline is. The&lt;br /&gt;men in this movie have UNREAL bodies,&lt;br /&gt;their abs are crazy...you'd wish you were&lt;br /&gt;a dancer. It would seriously have you&lt;br /&gt;dancing in your seat and thinking of your&lt;br /&gt;own beats/steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i'll show you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOMPSTOMPCLAPCLAPSTOMPCLAP&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha, i'm so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay, BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-8458270939252117844?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/8458270939252117844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=8458270939252117844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8458270939252117844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/8458270939252117844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/03/vroom-vroom_28.html' title='vroom vroom'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/RgoZ9G0zpjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E5T3JKEdBfk/s72-c/stomp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6881478418672833833</id><published>2007-03-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:51:48.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>on a whim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People who get tagged need to write in their blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagged and list their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;If i stay at home all day, I get depressed at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end of the day.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why, i guess&lt;br /&gt;it's because i get too much time to think about&lt;br /&gt;things, things that are obviously depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; I speak with a slight american accent&lt;/strong&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;talking to strangers. Then they always ask me&lt;br /&gt;if i study in america, which i have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I get self conscious when i'm alone in public.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self explanatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I'm not a day person&lt;/strong&gt; most of the time. My&lt;br /&gt;mom says i'm moody in the mornings/afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm super crazy at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I only talk alot when the occasion calls for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone who's more of a chatterbox&lt;br /&gt;than me, i keep quiet. If there's an awkward silence,&lt;br /&gt;i talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;People tend to think i'm shy when they first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet me.&lt;/strong&gt; Then they think I'm psycho after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's a special day, because i started blogging&lt;br /&gt;again....i'll go up to 12. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I don't like going on MSN&lt;/strong&gt; because it's too much&lt;br /&gt;effort typing messages, talking is just faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;I have to blow dry my hair&lt;/strong&gt; with volumising hair&lt;br /&gt;mousse every single time i go out, or i'll end up&lt;br /&gt;looking like a flathead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;When i do anything, i'm never SUPER good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at it, i'm always only average.&lt;/strong&gt; like playing the&lt;br /&gt;guitar.... i was classically trained, so i forget&lt;br /&gt;pop chords a lot. playing the piano.... just average.&lt;br /&gt;singing, i can only go up to B with my head voice,&lt;br /&gt;otherwish i'm just as airy as britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;One of my eyes' smaller than the other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! but don't stare at my eyes okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt; I tend to dream of celebrities. &lt;/strong&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;i once dreamt that oprah winfrey called me up to&lt;br /&gt;be on her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;I permed my eyelashes to make it look longer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, i like it...but i just think it's weird&lt;br /&gt;that eyelashes are permable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag, anybody who still reads my blog. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keshia,&lt;/em&gt; now you can take off the 'forgets to blog'&lt;br /&gt;next to my name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no one else for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none but Jesus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crucified to set me free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I live to bring Him praise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6881478418672833833?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6881478418672833833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6881478418672833833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6881478418672833833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6881478418672833833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-whim.html' title='on a whim'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-3887097144754393502</id><published>2007-03-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:11:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dodge</title><content type='html'>hi, i'm sue zen and i hate misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really hate misunderstandings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-3887097144754393502?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/3887097144754393502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=3887097144754393502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3887097144754393502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/3887097144754393502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/03/dodge.html' title='dodge'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-6793322239450726994</id><published>2007-01-10T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:27:53.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daft punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/theoc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="194" alt="" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/theoc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do doado dooo daaa dooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I finally found…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/theoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/theoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even&lt;strong&gt; BUY&lt;/strong&gt; CD’s, I just download&lt;br /&gt;them, har har. But for the OC, I’ll make an&lt;br /&gt;exception. It’s SO good, I was practically&lt;br /&gt;itching in the car cuz I wanted to listen to&lt;br /&gt;it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I just survived a stomach flu, which can&lt;br /&gt;be described as the worst day of my entire&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently turned 17, and soon I’ll be able&lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;“I can drive”&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;“I drove here”&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;BETTER STILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll pick you up” Why?&lt;br /&gt;“BECAUSE I CAN”HAHAHAHHAAAHAH…HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Gorillaz’s ‘Kids with Guns’&lt;br /&gt;makes me laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet’s so slow, I actually had to write&lt;br /&gt;all of this out on a Word document first. And&lt;br /&gt;managed to proof read it at least 20 times before&lt;br /&gt;the page actually loaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-6793322239450726994?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/6793322239450726994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=6793322239450726994&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6793322239450726994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/6793322239450726994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2007/01/daft-punk.html' title='daft punk'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-116706493850779270</id><published>2006-12-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:49:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years resolution</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I hate the person that I am.&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why I can't look past&lt;br /&gt;the indifferences of others. Why I always seem&lt;br /&gt;to notice the bad things rather than&lt;br /&gt;the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems so much easier to tell people&lt;br /&gt;'That's how they're built, nobody's&lt;br /&gt;perfect" but I'm so judgmental, and I&lt;br /&gt;hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's for reasons like this God plays such&lt;br /&gt;a big part in my life. He humbles me in&lt;br /&gt;so many ways, He knows what&lt;br /&gt;to give me and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;He's also blessed my family with so much&lt;br /&gt;all these years, God has been SO good. And&lt;br /&gt;yet, I can't even set aside time to reflect&lt;br /&gt;and thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that I've been having&lt;br /&gt;problems with my spiritual walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;for the past month, i've been a Christian&lt;br /&gt;only on Sundays. My bible stays on the&lt;br /&gt;bookshelf from mondays to saturdays&lt;br /&gt;untouched. Without God I've realised&lt;br /&gt;a really bad change in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards, I'm putting God first&lt;br /&gt;before everything. I want to be a better&lt;br /&gt;person, and i hope you guys will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas and a happy new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-116706493850779270?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/116706493850779270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=116706493850779270&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116706493850779270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116706493850779270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='new years resolution'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-116563379399093773</id><published>2006-12-09T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:10:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04934.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my TWENTY-ONE year old cousin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-116563379399093773?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/116563379399093773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=116563379399093773&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116563379399093773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116563379399093773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-teddy-and-my-twenty-one-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-116563334893709911</id><published>2006-12-09T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:57:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brandon routhhhh</title><content type='html'>helooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still recovering from a giant gobstopper i had&lt;br /&gt;last night.my aunt took me and my cousin to&lt;br /&gt;the mall..they open late cuz it's christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing leg weights while my cousin tried on&lt;br /&gt;jeans. so i was hobbling...people looked at me funny..&lt;br /&gt;like they pitied me. mmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, i know..i look like a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had this GIANT GOBSTOPPER in&lt;br /&gt;my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/myfication_2006/DSC04946.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's idea of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, well i'm bored. would you like to see who&lt;br /&gt;took over david duchovny's spot in my&lt;br /&gt;most-yummiest-man-alive...list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can someone have features that perfect! mmmm :D&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom is so last...season...century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, photo updates are pretty cool, but&lt;br /&gt;they take soooooooooooooo long. snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.... byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-116563334893709911?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/116563334893709911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=116563334893709911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116563334893709911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116563334893709911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/12/brandon-routhhhh.html' title='brandon routhhhh'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-116550022997617930</id><published>2006-12-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:14:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurfaced :)</title><content type='html'>hello hello, i've decided to start blogging&lt;br /&gt;again. i &lt;strong&gt;TRIED &lt;/strong&gt;to make my blog a little bit&lt;br /&gt;more exciting...but as you can see, it didn't&lt;br /&gt;really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep it this way&lt;br /&gt;for awhile..until i work out how to change...&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be back in Malaysia next tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;and will be having a &lt;strong&gt;9 MONTH holiday&lt;/strong&gt;. hee,&lt;br /&gt;in your face. okay, i dont even know how to &lt;br /&gt;increase the font size. schade. but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;call me when you're bored, because i have no &lt;br /&gt;excuse to not be free. unless i get a JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went out for dinner tonight&lt;br /&gt;at the city with my friends, and it was&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a wardrobe and hair malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;the curler wasn't working..and i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;use the straightener either. then my dress...&lt;br /&gt;broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after 1/2 hr trying to curl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i looked like i had a broom as a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3068/1618/1600/443892/DSC04830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3068/1618/200/936964/DSC04830.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3068/1618/1600/37242/DSC04897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3068/1618/200/766698/DSC04897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-116550022997617930?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/116550022997617930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=116550022997617930&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116550022997617930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/116550022997617930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/12/resurfaced.html' title='resurfaced :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-115224746123779529</id><published>2006-07-07T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:44:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>helloo hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if anyone still reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,, im in tasmania now...visited the&lt;br /&gt;cadbury chocolate factory which made the&lt;br /&gt;whole tassie trip worthwhile. am with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;watched steve irwin memorial, me and mom&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new laptop over the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;so now i can upload pics as soon as i &lt;br /&gt;take them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, leaving for the airport soon.&lt;br /&gt;will update later....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who haven't seen my latest photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://myfication.multiply.com/photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchos liebe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-115224746123779529?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/115224746123779529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=115224746123779529&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/115224746123779529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/115224746123779529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-115138602613473271</id><published>2006-06-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:29:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home ;)</title><content type='html'>well, i'm back and we just got internet!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my new house and very bored today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've baked 7 times in the past 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;on sunday, ex classmates came, and it&lt;br /&gt;was pretty fun. boys were playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;on my ps2 and the girls were baking. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahha....the brownies turned up &lt;br /&gt;really good, especially while it was&lt;br /&gt;still hot. &lt;br /&gt;in the end, it was only jiunn, alvin,&lt;br /&gt;nic and me. and we ended up playing &lt;br /&gt;mad gab which was omg so funny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;father's satay. hah. &lt;br /&gt;then i had to record high school musical&lt;br /&gt;for my cousin. and i watched it, it's&lt;br /&gt;so...... corny. i only liked 1 song in&lt;br /&gt;the movie. i still prefer grease ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, went out with ahbeng foolu,&lt;br /&gt;liang,joee,ky and chian zen (?). mmhmm,&lt;br /&gt;we ate at dome and i had the yummiest&lt;br /&gt;chicken salad. :D then the girls went to&lt;br /&gt;forever 21 and boys went to get movie&lt;br /&gt;tix. we watched stay alive. nothing&lt;br /&gt;good about it.... it was alright i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to meet up with the other&lt;br /&gt;group..yl's back!! :) where i dragged&lt;br /&gt;brian along .. and he decided to run&lt;br /&gt;away because they were in school&lt;br /&gt;uniforms?????&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then they went to ms. read,&lt;br /&gt;i had a glass of water! and THEN,&lt;br /&gt;yl wanted to go to bakerzin..to&lt;br /&gt;eat....again. ahaahah.... and we&lt;br /&gt;had yummy desert. and i didn't have&lt;br /&gt;dinner, unless you count diet coke&lt;br /&gt;as a meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, i'd say it was quite&lt;br /&gt;exciting compared to the last week,&lt;br /&gt;where i didn't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;but if ANYBODY's free at all,&lt;br /&gt;give me a ring and we'll go do &lt;br /&gt;something...because i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;be home.... doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to JY on saturday, and i had&lt;br /&gt;a blast just being back i guess.&lt;br /&gt;never realised how much i liked/like&lt;br /&gt;JY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, gonna go... do..something.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-115138602613473271?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/115138602613473271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=115138602613473271&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/115138602613473271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/115138602613473271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home ;)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114975483018120325</id><published>2006-06-08T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:20:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA, we won the &lt;em&gt;grand final&lt;/em&gt; for lacrosse!&lt;br /&gt;go pink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so anyway. term's ending tomorrow, then&lt;br /&gt;i go for work experience at a child care center!&lt;br /&gt;yay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got straight As for my midterm.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. so weird, i took the average of my &lt;br /&gt;math. &lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'll tell you guys.for my first math paper, &lt;br /&gt;i got a 93%...and my analysis paper, i got a &lt;strong&gt;66%&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO, BIG DIFFERENCE THAT ONE&lt;/em&gt;. i took the average &lt;br /&gt;of that, and i got an A. so yay, straight As. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's besides&lt;br /&gt;the point. so we're doing trigonometry/graph today.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't get the degree answer for 'tan'.&lt;br /&gt;all my measurements were the EXACT same as julia's.&lt;br /&gt;but she got the right answer..and i got .112129348298.&lt;br /&gt;which is &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;. TURNS OUT, that the settings for&lt;br /&gt;my calculator was WRONG. which means, that throughout&lt;br /&gt;my MATH EXAM, my CALCULATOR WAS GIVING ME WRONG TRIG&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS. WHICH MEANS, I COULD HAVE GOTTEN A MUCH &lt;br /&gt;BETTER GRADE ON MY ANALYSIS PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;phew. oh well, that's that i guess. julia and &lt;br /&gt;kasten were insisting i tell the teacher, but what&lt;br /&gt;can she do right? she cant give me a mark for&lt;br /&gt;getting an answer wrong...she'll probably think&lt;br /&gt;i purposely set my calculator wrong and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random for today.&lt;br /&gt;iz : "okay, i don't know how to say this, &lt;strong&gt;similarlaly&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114975483018120325?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114975483018120325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114975483018120325&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114975483018120325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114975483018120325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahaha-we-won-grand-final-for-lacrosse.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114938217276325289</id><published>2006-06-04T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:50:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man of wax</title><content type='html'>Amie tagged me, FINALLY, i have&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;thanks amie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things About My Perfect Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different &lt;br /&gt;  things about his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;- Must mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag 8 other victims and add a heart on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;- If you are tagged a second time, there is no need &lt;br /&gt;  of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;- Lastly, most importantly, have fun doing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;He has to play at least 1 instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just think that guys who play instruments&lt;br /&gt;are really yeng. :) and it'll be so cool,&lt;br /&gt;we can make recordings together.. hahaha. okaaaay,&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Goodlooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know looks dont really matter, but i guess&lt;br /&gt;it always has to me. he doesn't have to&lt;br /&gt;be omg drop dead gorgeous, just slightly&lt;br /&gt;above average i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; He has to understand and respect me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;He has to be funny, but not up to the&lt;br /&gt;extent where he gets annoying most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;honest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I want him to be able to give me some&lt;br /&gt;space sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;he has to LOVE kids. i love guys who're&lt;br /&gt;good with kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;most importantly, he has to be christian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....brownie points if he can sing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i know i'm supposed to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everything's pretty self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tagging.....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://keshialicious.blogdrive.com"&gt;keshia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://mizzantisocial.blogspot.com"&gt;nicole soo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://mayys.blogspot.com"&gt;su may&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://pooniel.blogspot.com"&gt;daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://skanked.blogspot.com"&gt;ashleigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://davey22.blogspot.com"&gt;dave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ascaroth"&gt;TZERN&lt;/a&gt;, who proabbly wont do it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/jazzy_naj"&gt;Najwa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, about the links on the right...i got bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114938217276325289?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114938217276325289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114938217276325289&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114938217276325289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114938217276325289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-of-wax.html' title='man of wax'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114924208291788891</id><published>2006-06-02T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:54:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed</title><content type='html'>it's so annoying how i leave the computer&lt;br /&gt;unattended for a minute with my windows &lt;br /&gt;minimized..and he uses the computer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my windows....&lt;br /&gt;and exits &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. i mean. WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, on a lighter note. i had no school&lt;br /&gt;today but i still had to go because i had &lt;br /&gt;musical rehearsals. it was really fun,&lt;br /&gt;and time went by pretty fast. &lt;br /&gt;for lunch break, we all went to red&lt;br /&gt;rooster..i didn't have anything though.&lt;br /&gt;sat with di,rach and may. we were talking about&lt;br /&gt;random stuff and on our way back we were&lt;br /&gt;talking about how girls get wasted and &lt;br /&gt;smoke at such an early age..at the age of 14.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, no offense to anyone who started &lt;br /&gt;that early, but honestly..14? &lt;br /&gt;i get really sad thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..sorry if this post is really boring.&lt;br /&gt;SUE ANN (popo) IS HERE BTW. but i have &lt;br /&gt;absolutely NO WAY of contacting her.... &lt;br /&gt;mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. okay. love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114924208291788891?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114924208291788891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114924208291788891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114924208291788891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114924208291788891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/06/annoyed.html' title='annoyed'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114898336573145768</id><published>2006-05-30T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:06:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forehead</title><content type='html'>I was scanning my passport photo page,&lt;br /&gt;and was horrified at my 60s center&lt;br /&gt;parting hairstyle which made my forehead&lt;br /&gt;look like a giant helipad.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, it was 3 years ago OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was commenting on it, with the&lt;br /&gt;occasional 'ew's and 'omg's.&lt;br /&gt;when my cousin says something REALLY&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh..ew, my hair was so 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;ago..and look at my FOREHEAD, it's&lt;br /&gt;HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rob:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, i know..you could stick a &lt;br /&gt;poster on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cracked up like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm almost done with my exams.&lt;br /&gt;history and geography was suprisingly &lt;br /&gt;easy and i was smiling throughout the&lt;br /&gt;whole exam because i could answer all&lt;br /&gt;the questions. english and math were&lt;br /&gt;so-so, i prefered history and geography.&lt;br /&gt;i've got science tmrw, and german the&lt;br /&gt;day after, then AFTER EXAM PARTY. &lt;br /&gt;yessssssssssssssssssssssss. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not even studying. OC's on in&lt;br /&gt;1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming home in 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114898336573145768?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114898336573145768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114898336573145768&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114898336573145768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114898336573145768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/forehead.html' title='forehead'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114830019663496290</id><published>2006-05-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:16:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bumhole..i'm feeling SAD! &lt;br /&gt;i hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss the band a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at prom pictures, we &lt;br /&gt;looked SO cool!!! hahhahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114830019663496290?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114830019663496290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114830019663496290&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114830019663496290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114830019663496290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/bumhole.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114792401799958919</id><published>2006-05-18T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:46:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball</title><content type='html'>Hey all, i'm having lunch in the computer room, not supposed&lt;br /&gt;to, but Amy's doing her project thingy. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had house sport today, and i played netball.&lt;br /&gt;they put me in the A team, and it was SO hard. omg, i was&lt;br /&gt;playing Defense for the first game, and the girl i was defending&lt;br /&gt;was way too tall or fast for my liking. So I ended up playing Wing&lt;br /&gt;Attack, which was much easier. we ended up winning 3 out&lt;br /&gt;of 5 games.... so ..go rosslyn :D i'm so tired, and&lt;br /&gt;my lunch has never tasted soooo good. yum. &lt;br /&gt;i was so irritated with myself, my mind would be telling&lt;br /&gt;me to do stuff, but my hands would do something else.&lt;br /&gt;iz was standing in front of me, and i was thinking "PASS"&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up doing a bounce pass, and it bounced right &lt;br /&gt;off her foot. BAD PLAY, SO stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played 4 rounds of lacrosse yesterday! and it was really&lt;br /&gt;good! except, we had an argument over something&lt;br /&gt;really stupid, and the umpires were getting yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we've been having lots of arguments lately, i &lt;br /&gt;wont be surprised if most of us end up drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;then we had lacrosse training today, but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;be bothered and just threw balls around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things been happening since i posted a real&lt;br /&gt;update. watched lots of movies. had sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;took heaps of pictures. did....stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i'll post pictures when i go home, or try&lt;br /&gt;to burn it on a cd here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YES, GUESS WHAT GUYS? &lt;br /&gt;I'M COMING HOME IN 4 WEEKS!!!!!!! HAHA... :D &lt;br /&gt;yeah i know,&lt;br /&gt;why am i coming back so much right? because, &lt;br /&gt;we just moved into a new house, and i'm gonna &lt;br /&gt;help unpack and stuff. my parents got a free ticket&lt;br /&gt;with my dad's points, so i get to go home. but i told&lt;br /&gt;my dad i'll only go home once or twice next year.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, point is. i'm coming home. but dont mention&lt;br /&gt;it to my mom, cuz she doesn't know. &lt;br /&gt;my dad hasn't given me the dates yet. so....i'll tell&lt;br /&gt;later. dont say i never told you naj/mirah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all. i'm still hungry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you guys can pray for me, not really me. but&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you guys whats going on, because it's &lt;br /&gt;really personal (in-family) thing. and something&lt;br /&gt;happened to one of my friends. so if you could&lt;br /&gt;pray for these 2 families who have to go through&lt;br /&gt;the process of fixing it (even if you dont know them).&lt;br /&gt;and for me...courage to talk to Ms. X about her&lt;br /&gt;disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all....again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114792401799958919?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114792401799958919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114792401799958919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114792401799958919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114792401799958919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/netball.html' title='Netball'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114758927347728755</id><published>2006-05-14T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:49:47.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've fallen in love with ewan mcgregor all over again....&lt;br /&gt;moulin rouge is now my favourite movie of ALL TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite scene in the movie....sadkjadj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-xs42kcOus"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-xs42kcOus" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114758927347728755?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114758927347728755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114758927347728755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114758927347728755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114758927347728755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-fallen-in-love-with-ewan-mcgregor.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114724740113211481</id><published>2006-05-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:50:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock</title><content type='html'>how awesome eh? i updated 4 times this&lt;br /&gt;week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama of today:&lt;br /&gt;Libby, Julia, Fiona, Kasten and I went to the&lt;br /&gt;computer room during lunch to watch this&lt;br /&gt;movie libby made. And Kasten was writing an&lt;br /&gt;e-mail to her friend so i was reading all her&lt;br /&gt;contacts out loud. and i saw this really cool name&lt;br /&gt;"Costecotto, Andrea" (or something like that), and&lt;br /&gt;I said this out loud. and kasten goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"do you know who she is?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah, that really tall one right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"yeah! omg..i hate her. she's got this fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nice-ness&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and libby says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"who??? mona lisa?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh, dont worry...we (excluding me cuz i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her) hate her too."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so libby turns back to her computer, and to her&lt;br /&gt;horror discovers that Andrea is &lt;em&gt;RIGHT&lt;/em&gt; in front&lt;br /&gt;but with her back facing towards us. all our mouths&lt;br /&gt;dropped open and we quickly dropped to the floor&lt;br /&gt;and sat under the table.&lt;br /&gt;kasten was freaking out, then we saw the girl&lt;br /&gt;next to andrea ask her if she was okay. and then&lt;br /&gt;Andrea wiped her eyes, she was CRYING!! i was&lt;br /&gt;so freaked out. Kasten didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, that was the drama. butbefore you think im&lt;br /&gt;mean...let me establish that i played no part&lt;br /&gt;in this except when i said what a cool name Andrea&lt;br /&gt;had. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;on a &lt;strong&gt;BRIGHTER &lt;/strong&gt;note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today during RE, we wrote about our beliefs and&lt;br /&gt;values so i wrote about &lt;u&gt;saving sex for marriage&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my friend, isabels', essay. and she&lt;br /&gt;wrote about heaven and hell. this is exactly what&lt;br /&gt;she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't believe in heaven and hell because that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would mean that someone decides on where we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go. (and it will be too crowded anyway)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cracked up laughing.... so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so as you can see. you get lotsa different&lt;br /&gt;opinions here in australia. you'd think that&lt;br /&gt;all australians are christians and that they&lt;br /&gt;believe in God, but most of them don't.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why it's so important to pray&lt;br /&gt;for other countries as well, not only M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;Pray tht God will move Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Save Australia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour your spirit out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this nation,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;send revival to this land."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that?! :D we sang that at planet&lt;br /&gt;shakers week before last. reminded me of&lt;br /&gt;pyramid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we were supposed to do this play on&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet for english. Costumes were&lt;br /&gt;optional, but our group wanted costumes,&lt;br /&gt;but we only brought wigs. and because&lt;br /&gt;it was cold we were wearing our winter uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;which includes black tights.&lt;br /&gt;so as you know, in the shakespearean days, the&lt;br /&gt;guys wore tights...obscene tights. and my friend,&lt;br /&gt;may, suddenly said "Let's just take our skirts&lt;br /&gt;and jumpers off." i just stared at&lt;br /&gt;her and screamed 'NO! i'm NOT taking my&lt;br /&gt;skirt off"&lt;br /&gt;in the end, our teacher didn't come. so we're&lt;br /&gt;doing it tmrw. and i'm wearing my &lt;em&gt;summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress tomrrow, so they cant make me&lt;br /&gt;take &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might be doing german as a second&lt;br /&gt;language for my IB course next year.&lt;br /&gt;scary =\ that's how much i &lt;u&gt;hate &lt;/u&gt;mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, lotsa homework today and i have to&lt;br /&gt;finish it before 7:30pm. because there are&lt;br /&gt;3 good shows on tonight!!!!!!! nooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i forgot to say there're good&lt;br /&gt;tv shows on EVERY NIGHT. i was watching&lt;br /&gt;the OC AND CSI last night. the oc, is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;if you think one tree hill's cool, well......it's&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all sri kdu people. good luck for your exams,&lt;br /&gt;i can tell by all your blog entries that you're&lt;br /&gt;all freaking out. i would too i guess. but&lt;br /&gt;anywya, good luck. dont sleep late and&lt;br /&gt;study all night because it doesn't work, your&lt;br /&gt;mind blanks out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and college people too! good luck good luck..&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely be praying for &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114724740113211481?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114724740113211481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114724740113211481&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114724740113211481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114724740113211481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/culture-shock.html' title='culture shock'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114707582753152743</id><published>2006-05-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:18:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, how funny is that youtube video. i did&lt;br /&gt;it wrong though, it links to the website. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're a guy, don't read any further&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, &lt;strong&gt;GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing about going to a girl's school is&lt;br /&gt;the chances of a girl trying to flush a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sanitary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;down the toilet bowl is &lt;strong&gt;VERY high&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious. i went to the loo today, and there&lt;br /&gt;was a pad stuck, and tampon wrappers IN&lt;br /&gt;the toilet bowl. according to my friend, there&lt;br /&gt;were blood stains in another toilet once.&lt;br /&gt;how gross is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hah, boys, don't say i didn't warn ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;curiosity kills the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for &lt;u&gt;unisex&lt;/u&gt; news.&lt;br /&gt;i got really angry at my friend today. but&lt;br /&gt;got over it.&lt;br /&gt;i got a 52/55 for my german test!&lt;br /&gt;and a 33/41 for my science test. =&lt;br /&gt;uhm...i played lacrosse today! very well, as&lt;br /&gt;a matter of fact :P hahaha.... i was on a rolllll.&lt;br /&gt;we all played really well.&lt;br /&gt;go pink. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm poofed today. doo doo doo.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i cut my own hair yesterday. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i've got bangs now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114707582753152743?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114707582753152743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114707582753152743&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114707582753152743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114707582753152743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-how-funny-is-that-youtube-video.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114700184512569724</id><published>2006-05-07T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:39:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired by sara.. i love this scene :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyK2ayw2qds"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyK2ayw2qds" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114700184512569724?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114700184512569724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114700184512569724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114700184512569724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114700184512569724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/inspired-by-sara-i-love-this-scene.html' title='inspired by sara.. i love this scene :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114682203969749135</id><published>2006-05-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:06:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phillip island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got a 34/35 for my science project. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been SUCH A BUSY WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday our whole year level went&lt;br /&gt;to phillip island on an excursion. the trip&lt;br /&gt;there, i sat next to briony, and it was a&lt;br /&gt;good bonding session cuz we never used&lt;br /&gt;to be close. we got to Cowes, and&lt;br /&gt;we covered our first worksheet, it was&lt;br /&gt;SO cold and windy. the funniest thing&lt;br /&gt;happened. there are tonnes of seagulls&lt;br /&gt;there, and so my friend Asta's really&lt;br /&gt;scared of em. and because the wind's so&lt;br /&gt;strong, it was blowing against the birds.&lt;br /&gt;and the birds were above us, they&lt;br /&gt;were stationary because they couldn't&lt;br /&gt;fly...wind too strong. it looked SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;asta started screaming like MAD, and she&lt;br /&gt;ran. all of us cracked up so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this restaurant that said pizza,&lt;br /&gt;pasta and &lt;strong&gt;curry.&lt;/strong&gt; how random is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that we went to the&lt;br /&gt;penguin place. and filled in our other&lt;br /&gt;half of the worksheet. then we went&lt;br /&gt;back to cowes and got an hour and a&lt;br /&gt;half to do whatever we want! it was&lt;br /&gt;the best! lol. asta bought a &lt;strong&gt;RALPH LAUREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumper from the opp shop, and it cost her&lt;br /&gt;...get this. &lt;u&gt;$10&lt;/u&gt;. it's original by the way!&lt;br /&gt;how cool's that!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we walked further down&lt;br /&gt;to the surf store. and they were on 75%&lt;br /&gt;sale!!!! and...jo would love this...i got a pair&lt;br /&gt;of billabong shorts for $13! it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take a picture if i can. i was showing&lt;br /&gt;it to EVERYBODY when we got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there were 6 of my friends sitting&lt;br /&gt;on the stairs. and suddenly this asian guy&lt;br /&gt;comes up and touches my friend's head and&lt;br /&gt;goes&lt;br /&gt;"what's your name little girl?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, my friend was SO traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i was so embarassed to&lt;br /&gt;be asian. but yeah. i got over that.&lt;br /&gt;then the seagulls came back and suz kept&lt;br /&gt;scaring the birds so they flew above us.&lt;br /&gt;katie and asta were SO scared, katie was&lt;br /&gt;shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to the penguin place&lt;br /&gt;to watch the penguin parade!&lt;br /&gt;THE PENGUINS ARE SOOOO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;:D they're tiny!!!!!!!!! they're only 30cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;there were 10 of us, and everytime a seagull&lt;br /&gt;chased a penguin we'd all go 'awwww!' together.&lt;br /&gt;and i said 'guys...we're such girls.' lol.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the penguins were REALLY cute,&lt;br /&gt;except it was so cold. if you guys ever come to&lt;br /&gt;australia, you HAVE to come see penguins.&lt;br /&gt;and the waves at that beach are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;perfect for surfing.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got back to school, it was 8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;only half of us stayed for the penguin parade.&lt;br /&gt;so me and my friends got put in a mini bus&lt;br /&gt;and we were singing like crazy the whole way&lt;br /&gt;back and sticking our heads out the window.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my eyes become sepet. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;and cold. and we had the nicest bus driver!&lt;br /&gt;out geography teacher bought us lollies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;blonde &lt;/span&gt;moment of that day:&lt;br /&gt;(me looking at a fake shark hung in a display&lt;br /&gt;center eating a fake penguin with a &lt;strong&gt;blue sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;background&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;suezen: hey! do penguins fly?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;michelle: HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you dont get it, the blue sea background's&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be the sea, and i obviously didn't&lt;br /&gt;know. i thought it was the sky or something.&lt;br /&gt;i also obviously didn't take into consideration&lt;br /&gt;the shark hanging &lt;u&gt;mid-air.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;today, i had seussical rehearsals, and we'redoing&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;it was tessa's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;katie elbowed me in the face while i was getting&lt;br /&gt;up from my locker.&lt;br /&gt;had a science chemistry test today.&lt;br /&gt;we had our first group fight.&lt;br /&gt;history essay on thomas jefferson the day before&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. i got a 17/20!&lt;br /&gt;have a sleepover/birthday party tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;had a math test today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. my cousin signed up at a gym :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;oh i auditioned for plc idol! i was the first one&lt;br /&gt;at the audition, which was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;libby came in with me, and i sang 'hero' by&lt;br /&gt;mariah carey. the judges were yr 12 girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i sang, they were squealing and going&lt;br /&gt;'that was so good!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;and julia goes 'i thought everyone was gonna&lt;br /&gt;be crap!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after, when i had photography class.&lt;br /&gt;alex goes 'anyone audition for plc idol?'&lt;br /&gt;i said yes, and she went 'oh yeah! i heard&lt;br /&gt;you were really good!!'&lt;br /&gt;and i thought 'woah, i just auditioned&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes ago!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty cool. but ill only find out if i get&lt;br /&gt;in next week. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114682203969749135?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114682203969749135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114682203969749135&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114682203969749135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114682203969749135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/05/phillip-island.html' title='phillip island'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114531690078101238</id><published>2006-04-18T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:35:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>replies to comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sueann&lt;/strong&gt; - yes. :D uhm, call me before you leave though!&lt;br /&gt;take care popo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kendrick&lt;/strong&gt; - haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keshia &lt;/strong&gt;- xoxoxoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poon&lt;/strong&gt; - haha, watch your language poon boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brianna &lt;/strong&gt;- well excuse me! you should've been more&lt;br /&gt;organized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foo &lt;/strong&gt;- haha, yeah, she's coming down for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;it'll zoom past, dont worry. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keshia &lt;/strong&gt;- you already got my number right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laur &lt;/strong&gt;- yeah.. i know. i cant wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flory &lt;/strong&gt;- you too flory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sueann &lt;/strong&gt;- sorry! well..i have been replying. i think..so&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sara &lt;/strong&gt;- haha..alright. i'll link you. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foo &lt;/strong&gt;-  i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poon &lt;/strong&gt;- haha...what do you think poon. i dont even&lt;br /&gt;know what a deck is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foo &lt;/strong&gt;-  hahaha...ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know. haven't updated in ages right?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, week before last, our internet was down, so&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't blog. and the other weeks. i was lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah, people probably dont read my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but to those of you who still bother to check once in&lt;br /&gt;awhile. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i'm on my easter holidays right now. and term 1&lt;br /&gt;has been a BLAST. when i got back from Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;last month, everything was so happening.&lt;br /&gt;we had our sports day, and i won a red ribbon! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, my friend Julia had a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;but it was just our group of friends, so we went to&lt;br /&gt;Chaddy to bowl. hah haha. and i beat eveyrone! i&lt;br /&gt;got a 117! :) mhmm! they all thought i was in training&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;before bowling, Julia was teasing me and asking me&lt;br /&gt;if Malaysia had bowling. so I rolled my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;told her we bowled with coconuts. she found it so&lt;br /&gt;funny she went around the class telling people.&lt;br /&gt;some actually believed her and asked me if it&lt;br /&gt;was true. and i was like "yeah, we live on trees too."&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, there's osmething i have to tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;one of my friend's Danish right. she told that her&lt;br /&gt;friend that she was danish once, and the friend&lt;br /&gt;replied "isn't that a pastry?"&lt;br /&gt;*-) blonde moment.&lt;br /&gt;and once during photography class, i was talking&lt;br /&gt;to Grace, she's asian right. and we were talking&lt;br /&gt;bout us doing silly things and suddenly she blurted&lt;br /&gt;out laughing, "YEAH, IT WAS SUCH A BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;MOMENT" and our class was full of blondes.&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at her, and she was so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah. back to the hapenings.&lt;br /&gt;my easter break started on friday. so on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i went out with fiona and andrea to Chaddy again.&lt;br /&gt;and we shopped shopped shopped. but, i didn't&lt;br /&gt;buy a lot though. so yeah. it was really fun. we&lt;br /&gt;kept on giong into shops to try stuff and never&lt;br /&gt;bought anything. i'll try ta upload pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, my aunt took me and my cousin&lt;br /&gt;to Dandenong Plaza, which had a HUGE supre shop&lt;br /&gt;which had the best clothes for really cheap!&lt;br /&gt;ibought 3 tops. i really liked this old victorian shirt,&lt;br /&gt;but it was a new season thing, so it cost $40. didn't&lt;br /&gt;get it. and i got a really cute skirt from Sportsgirl&lt;br /&gt;for $10, which was originally $70. imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;hah. we spent like 2 hours in Supre. it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week before last, I went to the Planet Shakers&lt;br /&gt;City Church with my friends. and it was really&lt;br /&gt;fun. but its all the way at the city, so i cant go&lt;br /&gt;every week. but i might go this week again,&lt;br /&gt;because they're having this huge event, and&lt;br /&gt;they're giving out free Xbox 360s! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah. bout the church. it's really&lt;br /&gt;hardcore. at first i felt like the people there&lt;br /&gt;only went there for the music, i just really felt&lt;br /&gt;like it was a rock concert or something. but they&lt;br /&gt;proved me wrong i guess. they're all really&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastic, when the speaker says something&lt;br /&gt;they agree with, they all stand up and clap&lt;br /&gt;and shout 'Amen' and all that. so it was pretty&lt;br /&gt;cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, updates on Seussical. it's the Musical my&lt;br /&gt;school's doing this year. and remember how&lt;br /&gt;i had a callback audition for one of the main&lt;br /&gt;roles? yeah, okay. so after i did that audition,&lt;br /&gt;the next day. I got callbacked for another&lt;br /&gt;audition. This time, it was an acting audition.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was alright. It was us 3 girls&lt;br /&gt;auditioning for the same part. but in the end&lt;br /&gt;this Year 11 chick got it, and i'm some other&lt;br /&gt;bird girl. when i found out, i was SO disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...i was whining the whole day. i guess&lt;br /&gt;you could say i was over confident, because&lt;br /&gt;the other 2 girls who auditioned were so&lt;br /&gt;convinced i was gonna get it, and they kept&lt;br /&gt;insisting i was. so i guess, i kinda expected to&lt;br /&gt;get the part. so when i found out i didnt, i&lt;br /&gt;was just....sad. haha, but anyway, serves me&lt;br /&gt;right. it'll still be fun being a bird girl. i'll&lt;br /&gt;keep you guys updated on that, and take&lt;br /&gt;lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a birthday party tongiht at Dark&lt;br /&gt;Zone. it's gonna be awesome. Dark Zone, is&lt;br /&gt;this place where you wear these vest things,&lt;br /&gt;and you're given a laser gun. and you just shoot&lt;br /&gt;other people's vests, and you get points.&lt;br /&gt;all this is done in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really pumped, cuz i haven't dont it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, alright. i'm sure i didn't blog bout lotsa&lt;br /&gt;stuff. if i remember, i'll blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, i've been such a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;this month, i've watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collateral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever After&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss Kiss Bang Bang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flightplan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trapped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romeo + Juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Inside Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's quite alot for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OC TONIGHT!!!!!! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: oh yeah, i signed up for PLC idol.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA....i dont know what song&lt;br /&gt;to do =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114531690078101238?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114531690078101238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114531690078101238&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114531690078101238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114531690078101238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/04/replies-to-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114319496604474118</id><published>2006-03-24T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:09:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz i'm leaving on a jetplane...again</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving people.&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a terrible friend, didn't even&lt;br /&gt;get to catch up or even see some of you.&lt;br /&gt;And I really do apologize, I'll make it up&lt;br /&gt;to you when i come back in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then. I'll miss you guys heaps. So&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I should stop coming&lt;br /&gt;back so much, because it's so sad leaving&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care. I love all of you lots&lt;br /&gt;and lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114319496604474118?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114319496604474118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114319496604474118&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114319496604474118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114319496604474118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/cuz-im-leaving-on-jetplaneagain.html' title='cuz i&apos;m leaving on a jetplane...again'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114283566112077001</id><published>2006-03-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:21:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfication.multiply.com/photos/album/7?last_read=1&amp;mark_read=myfication:photos:7"&gt;pictures!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&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/16914952-114283566112077001?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114283566112077001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114283566112077001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114283566112077001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114283566112077001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114276725636036775</id><published>2006-03-19T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:25:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Punday.</title><content type='html'>So, these past few days have been really fun!&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my schoolmates on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;first, they ate at BakerzIn, then we went to&lt;br /&gt;Moritomo.&lt;br /&gt;okay...wait..i have this feeling that i've told&lt;br /&gt;you all about this already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i updated about this already.&lt;br /&gt;MOOOOOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over at nicsoo's house on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Ying was there too. We played cards most&lt;br /&gt;of the time, and at about 10pm we watched&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice. We didn't do much, but&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun just catching up with them.&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures! and i have a cable! so I'll update&lt;br /&gt;my multiply soon!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were playing cards, I blasted&lt;br /&gt;my iPod so that we could actually hear it out&lt;br /&gt;loud without having to put it in our ears.&lt;br /&gt;and "This Will Be" by Natalie Cole was playing.&lt;br /&gt;So being me, I started closing my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;clicking/dancing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ying to Nicole) "Help me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why? The song's nice!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ying stares at suezen making a fool out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of herself)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's NOT the song."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny at that time, I just started&lt;br /&gt;laughing my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Alvin, Chiang, WeiJiunn, JunKit&lt;br /&gt;and Kendrick came over. We played cards&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN. and we walked at the park, then&lt;br /&gt;it started to rain. Then we played MORE&lt;br /&gt;cards. then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to church. I was so HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;hee. I got to see everyone again! Most&lt;br /&gt;people were just shocked and the most&lt;br /&gt;common reaction was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh, I thought you just left!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.... but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;I never realised how much I missed them.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.... it was the first time i was&lt;br /&gt;actually making my parents wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'd be urging them to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, one of my silly bum best friends&lt;br /&gt;didn't turn up at church today. So I had to&lt;br /&gt;go ALL the way to her house to surprise&lt;br /&gt;her. She just got back from China yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Before that,&lt;br /&gt;I called her brother to make sure she was&lt;br /&gt;coming to church, and it went like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey kenneth, suezen here! When's Steph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coming home?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tonight, my dad went to pick her up!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Okay, is she coming to church tomorrow?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yah...she should be."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay, don't tell her I'm back okay!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Okay okay, i'll tell her you're in Australia!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aiyooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he said he was joking. hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I went to her house, I called her&lt;br /&gt;mom asking if I could drop by. and the&lt;br /&gt;conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey Aunty, Suezen here. is it alright if I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drop by to surprise Stephanie?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, can can!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where is she? Is she in her room?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No, she's standing in my room now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's staring at me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AUNTYYYY!!! DON'T SAYYYY!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I got there, I thought Steph&lt;br /&gt;was in her mom's room, so I went in,&lt;br /&gt;and there was this lump on her mommy's&lt;br /&gt;bed, I figured she found out who was&lt;br /&gt;coming to surprise her and i thought&lt;br /&gt;the lump on the bed was her.&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, stupid right? So, I hit the&lt;br /&gt;lump, and it turned out to be a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;WOOPS. So anyway, Steph was watching&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill in the TV room. I stood&lt;br /&gt;behind her and said. "couch potato"&lt;br /&gt;and she was omg-ing. But she kinda&lt;br /&gt;figured it out, because she heard my&lt;br /&gt;voice over her mom's very loud mobile.&lt;br /&gt;and she asked her mom if it was me, but&lt;br /&gt;her mom said "Nolah, my friend asked&lt;br /&gt;where my daughter was. So I said in front&lt;br /&gt;of me lah." hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..caught up with her for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;She told me about her China trip. and&lt;br /&gt;she made me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed to OU with my&lt;br /&gt;cousin later. walked around for&lt;br /&gt;an hour or so and decided we were&lt;br /&gt;bored. So, called mom and decided&lt;br /&gt;to go home..&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, OU used to be&lt;br /&gt;overflowing with Sri KDU kids! I've&lt;br /&gt;hardly seen any of you!!! I only&lt;br /&gt;bumped into Mel today!&lt;br /&gt;Y'all are all doing last minute homework&lt;br /&gt;eh!!!!! naughty bums.&lt;br /&gt;:D hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, I'm making my cousin wait&lt;br /&gt;for me to get done with this post.&lt;br /&gt;SO OKAY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114276725636036775?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114276725636036775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114276725636036775&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114276725636036775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114276725636036775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-punday.html' title='Sunday Punday.'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114251700609469030</id><published>2006-03-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:26:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because i'm not "dramatic"&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the commonwealth holidays now. I&lt;br /&gt;went to Libby's beach house for the week,&lt;br /&gt;and she taught me how to surf. While i was&lt;br /&gt;surfing, I saw a rather large fin circling the&lt;br /&gt;very nice surfboard Libby's parents&lt;br /&gt;bought me. This happened when I was&lt;br /&gt;pedalling (with my hands :D), so&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my hands out of the water and&lt;br /&gt;shouted for Libby. She laughed at me -_-&lt;br /&gt;and told me that I'm more likely to die&lt;br /&gt;in a plane crash than get bitten by&lt;br /&gt;a shark. Smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;She stopped laughing when she realised&lt;br /&gt;that the SHARK wouldn't stop kacau-ing&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So I screamed and waved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my hands in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the air, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to my utter horror, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bathers ALMOST fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aaaaanyway, she had to scream for her&lt;br /&gt;parents, and her parents swam over VERY&lt;br /&gt;slowly to pull me ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I didn't really almost get&lt;br /&gt;attacked by a shark. Or go to Libby's&lt;br /&gt;beach house. Or get a surf board. But&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty cool story huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to go to Libby's&lt;br /&gt;(my PLC friend) beach house during&lt;br /&gt;the holidays. But because the retarded&lt;br /&gt;Australian immigration didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;approve my student visa, I had to come&lt;br /&gt;home. I didn't mind, but I really wanted&lt;br /&gt;to learn to surf, and MEET guys who&lt;br /&gt;surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haha, you must be wondering&lt;br /&gt;what I'm ranting about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually home! As in, Malaysia, home!&lt;br /&gt;It was really last minute. I was going to&lt;br /&gt;surprise school people by turning up at&lt;br /&gt;school. Then I found out that you silly&lt;br /&gt;people had a week off. :D&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to surprise church friends&lt;br /&gt;by turning up at Youth Fellowship, then&lt;br /&gt;I found out that they had a 1 week break&lt;br /&gt;as well!&lt;br /&gt;So, I was pretty bummed out. And&lt;br /&gt;decided to plan slowwwwly how to&lt;br /&gt;surprise certain people. But, I&lt;br /&gt;took to long, and I realised I only had&lt;br /&gt;a few days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told some people today. It's been&lt;br /&gt;5 days since I came back :D SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WONG SUE ANN, I'M HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't call you because I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have your number! My phone&lt;br /&gt;went crazy, had no battery, I&lt;br /&gt;forgot to charge it. It runs on a&lt;br /&gt;different charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Alvin, Ying, Nicsoo,&lt;br /&gt;WeiJiunn, Tzern and Chiang today.&lt;br /&gt;And it was pretty fun. It was so&lt;br /&gt;good catching up with them even though&lt;br /&gt;it's only been a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;(btw, if you realise. I've been typing with&lt;br /&gt;rather good punctation and very proper&lt;br /&gt;English. :D)&lt;br /&gt;WeiJiunn really made me laugh A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;Next to Baskin Robbins, they had this&lt;br /&gt;promotion for UZap, that thing that&lt;br /&gt;vibrates to help you lose your flabby&lt;br /&gt;bits or something. And we were standing&lt;br /&gt;at the railings the level above watching,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for Nicole and Ying to get out&lt;br /&gt;of Extreme. Then WeiJiunn said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can tell that girl's really hungry."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Her stomach's growling."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA. Well, I found it funny!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, first, they went to BakerzIn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what's with BakerzIn anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about it in Debra's&lt;br /&gt;blog, and I thought it was pronounced&lt;br /&gt;Ba-Ker-Zin.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, misleading name. So yeah, after&lt;br /&gt;that we went to Moritomo because&lt;br /&gt;Ying wanted Salmon. After that, the boys&lt;br /&gt;went to McDonalds, and we did stuff after&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;Met lots of people! Not as many as&lt;br /&gt;expected, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i haven't been updating in&lt;br /&gt;awhile. I'll tell you stuff that has been&lt;br /&gt;happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, the school gave us&lt;br /&gt;photography class people each an SLR&lt;br /&gt;camera. Which is the really old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;professional cameras. We had to take&lt;br /&gt;24 portrait photoes.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the caribbean market and&lt;br /&gt;snapped pretty good black and white&lt;br /&gt;photoes. HEE. Okay, maybe not really&lt;br /&gt;But I'll post them up once I get them&lt;br /&gt;developed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating my&lt;br /&gt;multiply. I didn't have my cable with&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, we watched Gandhi during the&lt;br /&gt;last day of school. It was pretty good,&lt;br /&gt;but WAY too long to watch at school.&lt;br /&gt;Asta and I ended up wagging the last&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes with the excuse of having&lt;br /&gt;a headache and wanting to go see&lt;br /&gt;the school nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May and Isabel's party was on Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;and that was the day I left. I was&lt;br /&gt;really bummed. But, what to do? :D&lt;br /&gt;My friends wrote me plane letters&lt;br /&gt;though! It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride home was pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time flying home&lt;br /&gt;alone! It was SO boring. I listened to&lt;br /&gt;my iPod throughout the WHOLE trip.&lt;br /&gt;My TV wasn't working, and the only&lt;br /&gt;movie showing was Legend of Zorro.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. The food was SO bad. And I sat&lt;br /&gt;next to this REALLY weird Ang mo&lt;br /&gt;guy who had this really freaky smile.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at KLIA, walked out of the&lt;br /&gt;arrival gate smiling like a dork only&lt;br /&gt;to realise my mom hadn't arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my phone and i didn't&lt;br /&gt;get a signal!!!!! I forgot to sign up&lt;br /&gt;for roaming =Anyway, I had to change money&lt;br /&gt;to use the payphone. Then I hear&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; screaming my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"WHERE DID YOU GO? I THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;YOU GOT KIDNAPPED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean where did I go? I&lt;br /&gt;arrived 10 minutes ago. Over at the&lt;br /&gt;arrival gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"I've BEEN at the arrival gate for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;half an hour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sign at the back of her&lt;br /&gt;that said "Domestic Arrivals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah mom, that's because this&lt;br /&gt;is the DOMESTIC ARRIVALS&lt;br /&gt;gate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, really ah?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, and she says I don't&lt;br /&gt;pay attention. Silly mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pretty long post eyh?&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I GOT MY BRACES OFF! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114251700609469030?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114251700609469030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114251700609469030&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114251700609469030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114251700609469030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/surfing-d.html' title='Surfing :D'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114172878593006379</id><published>2006-03-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:54:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom! imgine ripoff ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/dff3f806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/dff3f806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/735b2bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/735b2bf7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these pictures :D HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they look better if you click on 'em&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/16914952-114172878593006379?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114172878593006379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114172878593006379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114172878593006379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114172878593006379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/prom-imgine-ripoff.html' title='prom! imgine ripoff ;)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114142138415681620</id><published>2006-03-04T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T05:50:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seussical!</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? I had auditions for the PLC + Scotch&lt;br /&gt;Musical yesterday. and because all the drama&lt;br /&gt;teachers are gonna be at camp next week,&lt;br /&gt;the auditionees yesterday got to know if&lt;br /&gt;they were shortlisted straight after. SOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;I was among the 5 that got shortlisted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;singing&lt;/u&gt; auditions..we had to sing 'Shine&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Shine' ahaha....it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;u&gt;acting&lt;/u&gt;.... you're in a group of 8.....&lt;br /&gt;the scene is the jungle... and all of us are&lt;br /&gt;different animals with different human&lt;br /&gt;characteristics. I was an evil snake.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly...a spaceship appears, and&lt;br /&gt;all of us have to change our attitudes,&lt;br /&gt;so i had to change from evil to good.&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;u&gt;dancing,&lt;/u&gt; you had to dance really&lt;br /&gt;vainly, and arrogantly. you make up&lt;br /&gt;your own moves. but you have to&lt;br /&gt;move..like a BIRD. so all of us were flapping&lt;br /&gt;our hands... and lifting our legs up really&lt;br /&gt;high for like 10 minutes. and it was SO&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you're shortlisted you have to get&lt;br /&gt;a sheet of music from the music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;they give you a certain character/role&lt;br /&gt;they think suits you the best...and you have&lt;br /&gt;a 2nd audition...&lt;br /&gt;so .......they gave me the sheet music for&lt;br /&gt;Mayzie.&lt;br /&gt;she's a really really self centred, arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;wild and vain bird. basically..she's REALLY&lt;br /&gt;ditzy. :(&lt;br /&gt;i hope they're not saying i suit the profile.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it'll be fun..if i get the role.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get to dress up in colorful feathers.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114142138415681620?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114142138415681620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114142138415681620&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114142138415681620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114142138415681620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/03/seussical.html' title='seussical!'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114091461480219380</id><published>2006-02-26T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:01:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleaaaase baby pleaaaaaaaaase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..mr.brightside was on tv this morning,&lt;br /&gt;so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here..enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/munpolong/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the healers 2005...just because i love them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.........&lt;br /&gt;yeahi know my hair was really terrible,&lt;br /&gt;who goes to a prom with hair like that,&lt;br /&gt;but i just got back from camp then! i only&lt;br /&gt;had like an hour to get dressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....mmmmm, PLC's musical is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;we're doing Seussical: the Musical...and my&lt;br /&gt;audition's tmrw. y'all should download the&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack, it sounds really cute. it's based&lt;br /&gt;on Dr. Seuss books! we're doing it with a boys&lt;br /&gt;school! ooh! :)&lt;br /&gt;so pray for me! i'm really nervous!&lt;br /&gt;i have to bring out the wild side of me for&lt;br /&gt;this audition.....which i've never done bfore&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...house concerts turned out SO well.&lt;br /&gt;our house came in 2nd place, i bet we&lt;br /&gt;only lost by 3 points. hahahah...we did&lt;br /&gt;really well, our house captains were like&lt;br /&gt;crying cuz they were so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post pictures...we weren't allowed&lt;br /&gt;to take pictures of the play, cuz we didn't&lt;br /&gt;buy rights, and it's called plagiarism.&lt;br /&gt;but.....i'll try to steal photoes from&lt;br /&gt;my friends.&lt;br /&gt;the theme for house concerts this year was&lt;br /&gt;Oxymoron, and Rosslyn(my house) was&lt;br /&gt;given the title 'Found Missing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our story was about a businesswoman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's the head of this logging business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day she gets on a helicopter to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look for places to cut down trees or something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then her helicopter crashes, she loses her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memory, and a group of villagers find her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she cant remember why she's there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the villagers take her in, and she grows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really close to them. in the end, her pilot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finds her, then she remembers why she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was there, she had to tell the villagers that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was the one who was planning to log&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the forest and she was the one that polluted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their water and made the animals sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the villagers felt betrayed, and the chief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;told her to leave. she didn't want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loved this part of the dialogue, it went like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'if i leave, can i come back?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chief: 'only if you make sure there's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;something to come back to'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so yeah... she went home in the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the crowd sang a really sad song,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it was just so touching! we were all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so darn convincing :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had loads of fun, they really put so much&lt;br /&gt;effort into these house concerts, you guys&lt;br /&gt;will be &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; amazed if you saw the backdrop&lt;br /&gt;and the props and all. you'd think that&lt;br /&gt;they were made for serious plays held in&lt;br /&gt;the city or something.&lt;br /&gt;and the school has decided to use&lt;br /&gt;Rosslyn's backdrop for Seussical!&lt;br /&gt;because it's so colorful!!!! :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;and Rosslyn won best evening performance&lt;br /&gt;and best directing...and best dance.&lt;br /&gt;and all that!&lt;br /&gt;okay..i'm babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... i'm going to the Caribbean market,&lt;br /&gt;i have to take portraits for my photography&lt;br /&gt;class! they loaned me one of 'em SLR cameras!&lt;br /&gt;whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114091461480219380?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114091461480219380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114091461480219380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114091461480219380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114091461480219380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/02/pleaaaase-baby-pleaaaaaaaaase.html' title='pleaaaase baby pleaaaaaaaaase'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-114059696335344285</id><published>2006-02-22T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:29:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>house concerts and no homework</title><content type='html'>hey people!&lt;br /&gt;had a blast today,&lt;br /&gt;will upload pictures soon! it was&lt;br /&gt;house concerts, and everybody did&lt;br /&gt;so well i was just having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;anyway....im kinda bored.&lt;br /&gt;ripped it off Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 22 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaah...maybe i got it from sue ann ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Popular Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/popular.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, everyone knew your name - even if you didn't know theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your still skating by on your looks and charm. Nothing wrong with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pfffft..yeah...sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#c8c8ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bionic Samoans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow! sounds so much cooler than the healers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahhaha...naw brianna..i'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really now! well..the next test proves otherwise! okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really just talking to myself. i'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-114059696335344285?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/114059696335344285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=114059696335344285&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114059696335344285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/114059696335344285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/02/house-concerts-and-no-homework.html' title='house concerts and no homework'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113990479765954160</id><published>2006-02-14T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:13:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making memories of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3068/1618/1600/79.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3068/1618/320/79.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                     the best birthday party i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My all time favourite picture, never fails to&lt;br /&gt;make me laugh...hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today! hope all of you had an&lt;br /&gt;awesome day! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113990479765954160?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113990479765954160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113990479765954160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113990479765954160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113990479765954160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-memories-of-us.html' title='making memories of us'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113981621074958598</id><published>2006-02-13T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:50:32.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues :)</title><content type='html'>well..no, i'm not sad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI ALL!&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from indoor cricket, and&lt;br /&gt;it was a blast. i was quite noisy today,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i was screaming&lt;br /&gt;my lungs out, it was quiteannoying.&lt;br /&gt;heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun though, i bowled much&lt;br /&gt;bettter, but batted really bad. hahahah,&lt;br /&gt;the bat's so heavy, nothing like softball&lt;br /&gt;bats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had double drama today, and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;it was a total bludge. we played 5 different&lt;br /&gt;games. everyone else was so enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;except for me and Isabel. they were like&lt;br /&gt;"let's play another round!" but we were&lt;br /&gt;groaning. honestly, it's just so weird,&lt;br /&gt;last friday he made us play this game&lt;br /&gt;where we have conversations with each&lt;br /&gt;other in gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at german, we had a verb assesment.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, i failed it, roflmao. it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;german's really complicating, it's like&lt;br /&gt;different verbs are spelt differently in&lt;br /&gt;different conditions, woah, different different&lt;br /&gt;different. anyway, i got everything&lt;br /&gt;mixed up. and all of us were trying to&lt;br /&gt;cheat, in the end, only 3 passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i fell asleep at english class today,&lt;br /&gt;we were watching a video on Venice,&lt;br /&gt;and i unconsciously closed my eyes, and&lt;br /&gt;when i opened my eyes, my teacher&lt;br /&gt;was standing at her table which is directly&lt;br /&gt;at me. i dont know if she saw, but i&lt;br /&gt;pretended there was something in&lt;br /&gt;my eye, and started rubbing. roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Downfalls&lt;/span&gt; of the coming week and &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the past week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Deeper (youth group) turned out to be a&lt;br /&gt;party. worship was good though, i felt like&lt;br /&gt;i was at jy, but we didn't have bible study..&lt;br /&gt;we just hung around and ate, quite&lt;br /&gt;disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;**kea leng came to visit, but i wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;**turned down Shen twice.&lt;br /&gt;**House Concerts rehearsal again this&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. :(&lt;br /&gt;**4 period assessment this thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt; of the coming week &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and the past week&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;**Playing tennis this weekend! even tho&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to play.&lt;br /&gt;**talked to my parents and sue ann yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;**Twilight Picnic this friday.&lt;br /&gt;**Blackburn North Baptist this sunday, i&lt;br /&gt;get to surprise Nick! hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I went to Shoppingtown and BoxHill last&lt;br /&gt;weekend, went to look for my sunglasses,&lt;br /&gt;because my uncle accidentally stepped on&lt;br /&gt;mine at the park. hahaha...took forever,&lt;br /&gt;went to every single shop that sold&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses, after an hour or 2 i finally&lt;br /&gt;found one. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;then i saw really really nice wedges that&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted. but realised that i didnt&lt;br /&gt;need them...so i didn't get them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.....quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i went to deeper on friday, and i&lt;br /&gt;was really disappointed, made me miss&lt;br /&gt;PJEFC more than ever. the youth at&lt;br /&gt;deeper are really weird, they're really&lt;br /&gt;segregated, which was really sad. there&lt;br /&gt;was no....togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;I know JY had a minor problem welcoming&lt;br /&gt;the newcomers and trying to make them&lt;br /&gt;feel comfortable......&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to overcome&lt;br /&gt;it, and at least we actually welcomed them,&lt;br /&gt;here it's just..different.&lt;br /&gt;so....i'm just trying out different youth&lt;br /&gt;groups! I hope you guys can pray for me,&lt;br /&gt;pray that God will lead me to the right&lt;br /&gt;church. for both youth meetings and sunday&lt;br /&gt;services. :) thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, take care everyone. love you lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113981621074958598?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113981621074958598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113981621074958598&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113981621074958598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113981621074958598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113947877072545400</id><published>2006-02-09T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:18:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life here.</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating! sorry i haven't been doing so,&lt;br /&gt;i've just been really lazy, and i've got piles&lt;br /&gt;of homework. surprisingly, i'm really free&lt;br /&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone for continuing to comment&lt;br /&gt;on my blog, and keeping it very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of you are doing awesome at school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of you terribly, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, let's see. i'll start from the day i&lt;br /&gt;stepped into PLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend before last, we had orientation camp,&lt;br /&gt;so i had to stay at the plc boarding house for 2&lt;br /&gt;nights. the first 2 days will be all the international&lt;br /&gt;students, and the last day, all the new local girls&lt;br /&gt;will come in.&lt;br /&gt;first day of the orientation program, i was SO&lt;br /&gt;nervous, i kept whining about going, and staying&lt;br /&gt;at the boarding house, what if the toilets were&lt;br /&gt;dirty???? =/ anyway, my first impression of&lt;br /&gt;PLC was really good, because they had a&lt;br /&gt;welcome committee, a whole bunch of girls&lt;br /&gt;to welcome the new ones. and to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;they were staying the 2 nights with us as well!&lt;br /&gt;so it was really cool, cuz they actually sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;their last few days of their holidays to be with us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed last minute and attempted to stuff&lt;br /&gt;everything into one small backpack. mind you, it&lt;br /&gt;worked. hahaa.. anyway, at the boarding house,&lt;br /&gt;i met 3 girls, jennifer, catherine, and tinja.&lt;br /&gt;all 3 of them were in year 9, i'm in year 10 btw.&lt;br /&gt;they were really nice, they kept me company&lt;br /&gt;until the other year 10s arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, first day was a bludge, met other old&lt;br /&gt;year 10 students, and they were all really nice,&lt;br /&gt;got along well. the next day, we went to&lt;br /&gt;camberwelL! we took a train, we were&lt;br /&gt;supposed to do this treasure hunt thing, but all&lt;br /&gt;of us ended up shopping&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 10 of us went to sofia's for lunch, pizza!&lt;br /&gt;and we saw this weird bald lady, and she was&lt;br /&gt;balancing a &lt;u&gt;bottle+candle&lt;/u&gt; on her head, it was so&lt;br /&gt;weird! she wasn't performing or anything, i think&lt;br /&gt;she just liked it that way! weird.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked around, i picked up a Boost,&lt;br /&gt;one of the best ice blended juices on earth, and&lt;br /&gt;shopped, didn't buy anything though. the surf&lt;br /&gt;stuff here are SO cheap though. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;while we were walking, we saw these bunch&lt;br /&gt;of REALLY &lt;strong&gt;cute guys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, let me tell you, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLC girls have this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rule about not dating Scotch guys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Scotch is&lt;br /&gt;a school we have socials with, let's just say that&lt;br /&gt;Scotch is a very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;selective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; school, so you know&lt;br /&gt;what THAT means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah.&lt;br /&gt;when the cute guys walked past (not scotch),&lt;br /&gt;Libby was like "&lt;strong&gt;those&lt;/strong&gt; guys you can date" and&lt;br /&gt;we all laughed. anyway, apparently, they&lt;br /&gt;whistled at us. but i honestly didn't hear&lt;br /&gt;anything. anyway.... yeah. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so camberwell was a blast, we got&lt;br /&gt;to know each other so much better, and&lt;br /&gt;we dropped by coles to get food+drinks&lt;br /&gt;for our "secret" party we planned&lt;br /&gt;to have later at night at the boarding house.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it was cancelled, cuz the teachers&lt;br /&gt;were doing all-night rounds! pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of this whole orientation program&lt;br /&gt;was when the fire alarm rang at about 6:30&lt;br /&gt;in the morning on our last day&lt;u&gt;.I hate fire &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;alarms.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was the morning bell until a girl&lt;br /&gt;burst into our room screaming "It's the&lt;br /&gt;fire alarm! get out!" hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;so we all ran out to the field, and it was&lt;br /&gt;FREEZING cold, all of us were in shorts&lt;br /&gt;and we had to wait out there for the fire&lt;br /&gt;brigade to come. we waited like 20 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;and i think i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..here ends the orientation program. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun, i think it was a really good idea&lt;br /&gt;this orientation program.smart thinking ;)&lt;br /&gt;anyway...school has been really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i'll only type out &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;highlights &lt;/span&gt;of my first week&lt;br /&gt;at school and things happening just in case you&lt;br /&gt;guys fall asleep reading all this. ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**finished reading the Undomestic&lt;br /&gt;Goddess week before last, and it was SO good.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..i know its chic lit, but still. it was really&lt;br /&gt;good. so thanks steph and poon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Played &lt;strong&gt;cricket&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday after school.&lt;br /&gt;before getting on the bus, got my shorts stuck on the&lt;br /&gt;door in front of this really cute guy. smooth sue zen..&lt;br /&gt;smooth,hmmm. i threw really bad. but i've been&lt;br /&gt;practicing! hahaa.. it was a blast anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Going to Deeper tomorrow, which is a Youth group&lt;br /&gt;with libby and andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Twilight picnic next friday at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Planet Shakers City church with susannah friday after&lt;br /&gt;next! PLANET SHAKERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Had a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;block&lt;/strong&gt; run&lt;/u&gt; for PE, thought i was at least a bit fit,&lt;br /&gt;but obviously &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**12 minute swim test on wednesday, pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**There was a snail stuck on the ceiling during&lt;br /&gt;geography, libby poked it with a stick and it&lt;br /&gt;fell on her head. escargot anyone? HAHAHAH....yeah&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**during RE, our teacher was talking about different&lt;br /&gt;ways of describing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;example: the exchange of microbes in the saliva of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us start "ew"-ing and giggling like little kids,&lt;br /&gt;obviously the teacher means kissing. then she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Can someone please give me another definition of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kissing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEANWHILE&lt;/strong&gt;. suezen &lt;u&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt; she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"can someone please give me a demonstration of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i burst out laughing. and our teacher took&lt;br /&gt;AGES to get us to settle down. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I sold off my naughty shoes :( which are T-Bar&lt;br /&gt;shoes, cuz we're not allowed to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**My school actually has &lt;strong&gt;popular&lt;/strong&gt; people,&lt;br /&gt;which is honestly pointless because, not like&lt;br /&gt;they're any guys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**had my &lt;strong&gt;ID&lt;/strong&gt; photo taken, was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...it's currently rotting in my bag, and&lt;br /&gt;i haven't told any of my friends i've got it.&lt;br /&gt;**during &lt;strong&gt;german&lt;/strong&gt;, my teacher commented&lt;br /&gt;on my good german pronounciation and asked&lt;br /&gt;if i've learnt german before :D *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Have to find a job to &lt;u&gt;earn&lt;/u&gt; my own pocket&lt;br /&gt;money! how cool is that??!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**work experience, planning on working&lt;br /&gt;at a film agency. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**met szeliang and kaiyoung at Crown casino,&lt;br /&gt;what a coincidence. witnessed a big&lt;br /&gt;group getting chased out of the casino for&lt;br /&gt;misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, so far, school has been really good. i've&lt;br /&gt;been enjoying myself. but that doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss home. pfft. i 'm trying to keep&lt;br /&gt;myself as occupied as possible so that i wont&lt;br /&gt;have too much time to think of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, imma go watch Lost! my cousin's&lt;br /&gt;having tuition and i'm having a blast dancing&lt;br /&gt;behind her teachers back, attempting to make&lt;br /&gt;her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love all of you lots.&lt;br /&gt;will try to update more often&lt;br /&gt;have fun at school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113947877072545400?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113947877072545400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113947877072545400&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113947877072545400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113947877072545400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-here.html' title='life here.'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113833982193724923</id><published>2006-01-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:34:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vodafone :)</title><content type='html'>hey guys! quick post people! :D&lt;br /&gt;i got my phone line today! so yah, if you guys are&lt;br /&gt;really bored to the extent that you're willing to&lt;br /&gt;spend 20 cents on an sms, text me! :D&lt;br /&gt;i get 60 free smses everytime i reload.&lt;br /&gt;crazy. all i do is sms...if i get to sms for&lt;br /&gt;free, what am i gonna do with my reload money.&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm posting it here, because im just too&lt;br /&gt;lazy to send an e-mail seeing i have to look&lt;br /&gt;for e-mail addresses from my msn list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1415622816&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, suezen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..okay. if you wanna call or sms...&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;+6&lt;/u&gt;1415622816&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the six is VERY important. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113833982193724923?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113833982193724923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113833982193724923&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113833982193724923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113833982193724923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/01/vodafone.html' title='vodafone :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113827870558815661</id><published>2006-01-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:44:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo</title><content type='html'>hello again, i'm gonna update again because i'm really&lt;br /&gt;bored! ;)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, as you all know, i planned a party for my&lt;br /&gt;church friends on tuesday, the day before i was&lt;br /&gt;leaving. little did i know that stephanie turned it&lt;br /&gt;into a surprise party when i wasn't at church that sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that tuesday when i was supposed to have a party,&lt;br /&gt;i came back from OU with my mom at about 3+pm.&lt;br /&gt;then my sister's like, 'let's go watch memoirs of a&lt;br /&gt;geisha'. we've already watched it FYI. and i told her&lt;br /&gt;that i really didn't want to. moreover, the party's in&lt;br /&gt;3 hours and the movie's 3 hours! but she somehow&lt;br /&gt;managed to convince me to go saying that people will&lt;br /&gt;be late. so okay, we leave and watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;during the movie, i keep getting phone calls from&lt;br /&gt;people asking me for directions and i obviously couldn't&lt;br /&gt;ignore their call! then i get a call from Stephanie. and she&lt;br /&gt;goes 'hello? make i speak to Sue Ann (my sister) please?'&lt;br /&gt;and i get really confused because its not everyday my&lt;br /&gt;best friend calls me and asks for my sister so i go 'what??'&lt;br /&gt;and she repeats herself. i gave up and passed the phone to&lt;br /&gt;sue ann, and knew something was up. i mean, first&lt;br /&gt;sue ann wants to take me out when she knows my party&lt;br /&gt;starts at 6, then my best friend calls and asks for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after the movie, my sister takes me to eat a muffin!&lt;br /&gt;and i kept fidgeting because i knew my party started!&lt;br /&gt;but she told me my mom said nobody was there yet.&lt;br /&gt;at about 7pm, i get back home, and i was expecting&lt;br /&gt;my friends to go 'SURPRISE'. but there were only &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people! 7!!!! i was so shocked! after i got changed,&lt;br /&gt;i entertained them for awhile, and some of them&lt;br /&gt;told me they received smses from certain people, and&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't make it to my party. i even got smses saying&lt;br /&gt;that they'll be late. so i was really hurt, because i called&lt;br /&gt;each and every one of them before the party, and they&lt;br /&gt;promised me they'd come. so okay, i was kinda satisfied&lt;br /&gt;with the people that were there. so we decided to eat,&lt;br /&gt;there was only KFC. and i was thinking, just as well la,&lt;br /&gt;not that many people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then halfway eating, i get a call from Poon, and he goes&lt;br /&gt;'er....suezen, remember i said i could make it for your&lt;br /&gt;party? i erm....i cant la because i have some problems'&lt;br /&gt;and i asked him what kind of problems cuz i was really&lt;br /&gt;upset! when i asked him, he was stammering. he was&lt;br /&gt;like 'errr...erm....uh' and managed to come up with sth,&lt;br /&gt;it was a really weird excuse, but i was just so convinced&lt;br /&gt;that nobody was coming and just believed him! he told&lt;br /&gt;me to meet him at the pool cuz he has something for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i go down with a few people to the pool, and cicak and&lt;br /&gt;jin wei pop out of the stairs and shout 'SURPRISE'. but&lt;br /&gt;i was just really sad and went 'what're you guys doing&lt;br /&gt;here? the party's upstairs. where's poon?'&lt;br /&gt;and they went 'we came to surprise you ma! i dunno&lt;br /&gt;where he is'&lt;br /&gt;so i called poon, and he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'hah? isn't anyone there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'er....only cicak and jin wei'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'only cicak and jin wei???? nobody else ah?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'no...are there supposed to be more people? i'll just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;meet you at my house la okay'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back. and when i came out of the lift,&lt;br /&gt;kerry blindfolded me! but being the blur case&lt;br /&gt;that i am, i didn't suspect a thing, i just thought&lt;br /&gt;they bought me a birthday cake or something!&lt;br /&gt;so i hate being blindfolded..in case you guys didn't know&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. i get really scared when i am. so they kept&lt;br /&gt;teasing me by pushing me and stuff. finally they stopped.&lt;br /&gt;when they pulled off my blindfold there were like 25-30&lt;br /&gt;people standing in front of me and they went 'SURPRISE!'&lt;br /&gt;i was SO shocked... i just stared and started laughing, i was&lt;br /&gt;so happy i swear i almost cried when i saw all of them.&lt;br /&gt;even the people whom i didn't expect to come came, so i&lt;br /&gt;was really touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, i saw some of them grab bags from behind&lt;br /&gt;the couch and some of them were like carrying backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that my party was gonna be a pool party! my mom&lt;br /&gt;had booked the pool! it was so awesom, i was just so excited.&lt;br /&gt;i was worried bout food as well, only to find out stephanie&lt;br /&gt;had figured EVERYTHING out. she even bought me a baskin&lt;br /&gt;robbins cake. thanks again steph, love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;she bought me balloons as well! hahahah..i'll post pictures&lt;br /&gt;once i can find my cable. most of the pictures are on&lt;br /&gt;Leon's multiple site.&lt;br /&gt;i was also accused of saying this was the worst party&lt;br /&gt;i've ever had before the surprise when there were only 7&lt;br /&gt;people. but i did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; say that people! i remember&lt;br /&gt;the exact words. i said &lt;strong&gt;'this is the smallest party i've ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had' so yeah. i'm not that mean la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we had lotsa fun, had pizza and all. like i said&lt;br /&gt;earlier, keshia poon and sara sang 'leaving on a jetplane'.&lt;br /&gt;did a fabulous job, and it was imprromptu. you guys&lt;br /&gt;rock my socks. :D so yeah, after that, i decided to sing&lt;br /&gt;for them as well. i picked up the guitar and sang 'goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to you' by michelle branch for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people got wet obviously, and it turned out really fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;apparently, according to Ms. Stephanie Wong, the party&lt;br /&gt;totally DID NOT go according to planned. but to me, the&lt;br /&gt;party was awesome. I guess everything accidentally fell&lt;br /&gt;into place, thank God :) so thanks ms. wong. it was&lt;br /&gt;honestly the best party every.&lt;br /&gt;thank you to everyone who came to my party, both&lt;br /&gt;school and church you guys really made it a&lt;br /&gt;memorable one, i'm missing y'all like CRAZY right now.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..... by the looks of it, i most probably won't&lt;br /&gt;be able to come back in march or june,&lt;br /&gt;so we're looking at december. yeah. so i guess&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you guys then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the meantime, i'll try my best to update as much as&lt;br /&gt;i can, about stuff over here ;) tsk..high school politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already having some problems! how retarded......&lt;br /&gt;i really want to have long phone conversations with&lt;br /&gt;people...but i cant. anyway....blabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;suezen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113827870558815661?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113827870558815661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113827870558815661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113827870558815661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113827870558815661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/01/doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.html' title='doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113825377420797705</id><published>2006-01-26T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:06:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here, sad and lonely.</title><content type='html'>so yes, I'm here already! after a long tiring flight&lt;br /&gt;AND the long delay. My flight got delayed&lt;br /&gt;til 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, Najwa, Amirah, vishal and isa dropped by&lt;br /&gt;my house before i left and we just hung out&lt;br /&gt;had drinks and stuff. I'm gonna miss you guys muchos!&lt;br /&gt;so yes, by the time they left, it was 5:30pm and i had to&lt;br /&gt;be ready by 6pm, and i still hadn't done my last&lt;br /&gt;minute packing! so i was rushing like a mad cow,&lt;br /&gt;writing a note to my sister and Stephanie and we left&lt;br /&gt;at 6:40pm. we arrived at the airport and checked in&lt;br /&gt;and the woman goes "so yah, your flight delayed&lt;br /&gt;until 1:10am okay?" and all of us went WHAT. at&lt;br /&gt;the same time. we were so freaked out. my dad&lt;br /&gt;actually suggested we go to OU to watch a movie and&lt;br /&gt;come home. but anyway, yeah. leon, shui lin and&lt;br /&gt;pam were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was receiving calls, talking on the phone and&lt;br /&gt;stuff and i spot this really tall girl that looked&lt;br /&gt;ALOT like my dear stephanie wong, and THEN,&lt;br /&gt;i spotted this REAAAAALLY fair guy. guess who.&lt;br /&gt; STEPH AND POON. i was squealing and&lt;br /&gt;accidentally hung up on my cousin. I ran to them&lt;br /&gt;and they were like "pretend you didn't see us"&lt;br /&gt;and ran away. okay....definitely not the 'hello' i&lt;br /&gt;was looking forward to but yeah. my family then&lt;br /&gt;decides to eat a 9 course meal at Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eiran, eric and kevin were nice enough&lt;br /&gt;to come even though it was a school night!&lt;br /&gt;they were eating at mcdonalds and teman-ed&lt;br /&gt;them until they finished. insisted they join us&lt;br /&gt;at eden. but they were shy! yeah, then i&lt;br /&gt;brought my dad, and my dad dragged them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and poon got me the undomestic goddess by&lt;br /&gt;sophie kinsella, haha. what am i like bimbo? haha,&lt;br /&gt;kidding. but yeah, i liked the first one..so this&lt;br /&gt;one's good so far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were done eating, pam left and&lt;br /&gt;she was crying her eyes out, haha. being the&lt;br /&gt;egoistical person that i am i didn't cry, cuz i&lt;br /&gt;always cry only when everybody leaves.&lt;br /&gt;it was about 11pm, and my mom insisted we go&lt;br /&gt;in, but i really didnt want to since our&lt;br /&gt;flight was only at 1am. so we sat at mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;and talked, took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you guys lots, thanks for coming,&lt;br /&gt;i HONESTLY, REALLY appreciated it, i was&lt;br /&gt;happy/sad at the same time. ahhaha. so okay,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to let them go at about 11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;since they had school today. i checked in and said&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to everyone, was on the verge of tears. but&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. left, couldn't stop waving. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i hung out at the lounge. my mom&lt;br /&gt;went for a foot massage while i just sat at the&lt;br /&gt;lounge, staring at my phone hoping that&lt;br /&gt; someone would call me. but yeah, eventually&lt;br /&gt;my cousin called me!&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to her for awhile, my mom and i then&lt;br /&gt;decided to check in. only to find out that our flight&lt;br /&gt;was delayed for another &lt;strong&gt;1 hour&lt;/strong&gt; blaaaaaddy.&lt;br /&gt;i met Jean Ni from KDU, and it was good catching&lt;br /&gt;up with her. then i got to talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was so darn tired cuz i only had 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;of sleep last night. yeah. anyway&lt;br /&gt;we bored the plane. and i see my mom walking&lt;br /&gt;to the business class side, and i'm like 'uh..ma,&lt;br /&gt;wrong way' and she goes.'hah? really ah? how come&lt;br /&gt;the ticket says business class?' and i just freaked out&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed the ticket from her, and it was true!&lt;br /&gt;turned out my mom met her sister's old colleague&lt;br /&gt;and she managed to upgrade us! cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;i felt so ULU, cuz i was taking pictures, but it was&lt;br /&gt;cool, the seats could go down really low and it was&lt;br /&gt;SO comfy. and they served COCKTAILS! which i&lt;br /&gt;obviously didn't get to drink la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached. to find out that i do not have a&lt;br /&gt;student visa. ahhaa..darn dungu. so i have to&lt;br /&gt;figure all this out soon or i'll get &lt;u&gt;sent home&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess thats not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking hot here as well. like 40 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm missing everyone so bad. i brought all&lt;br /&gt;my presents and cards along. so i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;go get my phone line soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, and i tried my uniform, everything's too big&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna go change it tmrw. hahaa.my uniform's&lt;br /&gt;only nice with the jmper. and it's crazy okay,&lt;br /&gt;they want us to wear our dress with the jumper&lt;br /&gt; and a blazer on it.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? it's summer! blazing hot here! anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.....next post. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MY SURPRISE PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;i love you steph!&lt;br /&gt;poon +keshia. thanks guys i love you muchos.&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;e-mail me!! or..i'll email you guys.hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i hope you dont mind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your bags are packed&lt;br /&gt;You're ready to go&lt;br /&gt;We're standing here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;We hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin'&lt;br /&gt;It's late at nite&lt;br /&gt;Your airplane's waitingin Kay-El-Ai-Eh (KLIA)&lt;br /&gt;Already we're so lonesome we could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So kiss us and smile for us&lt;br /&gt;We're telling you we'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Hold us like you'll never let us go&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times we've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times we've pissed you off&lt;br /&gt;We tell you now&lt;br /&gt;They don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Every place we go&lt;br /&gt;We'll think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song we sing&lt;br /&gt;We'll sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When you come back&lt;br /&gt;We'll still be singing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So kiss us and smile for us&lt;br /&gt;We're telling you we'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Hold us like you'll never let us go&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave us&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Let us kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll be on your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When you come back with an Aussie slang&lt;br /&gt;About the time when we don't have to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So kiss us and smile for us&lt;br /&gt;We're telling you we'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Hold us like you'll never let us go&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe please don't go&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a Jetplane . the Poon version. haha&lt;br /&gt;thanks Poon, keshia and sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113825377420797705?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113825377420797705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113825377420797705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113825377420797705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113825377420797705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-here-sad-and-lonely.html' title='i&apos;m here, sad and lonely.'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113777369312178033</id><published>2006-01-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:02:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Only A Feeling</title><content type='html'>I'M UPDATING! :) for my dear Keshia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where have i been you might ask? let's see,&lt;br /&gt;while all of you were at school or moping at home. I&lt;br /&gt;went to, Singapore and Phuket. :D hahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;i'm kidding, i'm just being a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeah, I was in Phuket last week. and it was&lt;br /&gt;a blast. shopping was great, except i have a feeling i&lt;br /&gt;got cheated a lot, ah well. We stayed at JW Marriott,&lt;br /&gt;which was AMAZING. it was the best resort/hotel&lt;br /&gt;EVER. it beats the Four Seasons in BH, california&lt;br /&gt;FLAT. and the beach was wow, but, you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;wanna go too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, went shopping most of the time and&lt;br /&gt;even ran out of money, that we eventually had&lt;br /&gt;to control our spendings. Thai guys can be very&lt;br /&gt;weird, we went to Patong beach to shop twice in&lt;br /&gt;2 days, and this guy recognized me. he shook my&lt;br /&gt;hand and offered to give me a belt for free. i was&lt;br /&gt;like okaaay, so tempted to take it, but i didn't in&lt;br /&gt;the end. My cousin was stalked by this guy who&lt;br /&gt;was really funny in a cute way. he kept calling&lt;br /&gt;my mom mother-in-law thikning&lt;br /&gt;that my cousin was my mom's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thai guy: "do you wanna buy a belt?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: "can you give it to me for free?" :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai guy: "of course, you've already taken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart, you can&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;take this belt"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about corny right. anyway, i really enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Singapore, and didn't do shopping. Only&lt;br /&gt;bought stuff from Body Shop which was&lt;br /&gt;satisfying enough because they were on 50% sale!&lt;br /&gt;i bought a &lt;u&gt;make up bag + lip, cheek stain + mascara&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; + 4 cube eye shadow&lt;/u&gt; for only ...get this... &lt;strong&gt;$17.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;okay, went to school today! omg, the jam outside&lt;br /&gt;school was insane, got in eventually and was a bit&lt;br /&gt;lost because i did NOT see a familiar face, all the&lt;br /&gt;new faces! when i got to the foyer, everyone else was&lt;br /&gt;there. saw so many people i missed so much. and it&lt;br /&gt;was freaking hot, how on earth did i survive with&lt;br /&gt;my school uniform. anyway, heard that school's&lt;br /&gt;really strict now! and yeah.....wish i had gone back&lt;br /&gt; now. me leaving has finally sunk in, and i also realised&lt;br /&gt;i have to catch up with so many people, and i cant fit&lt;br /&gt;everything into 4 days. complete havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to go out with nicotoh today. which was&lt;br /&gt;good, considering the other time we went out,&lt;br /&gt;she was &lt;strong&gt;late....&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that woman woke up&lt;br /&gt;at like 2pm, when we were supposed to meet&lt;br /&gt;at 2pm. anyway....yeah. sandra, yiyang,&lt;br /&gt;tzern and isa were there. so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to jusco, and nicotoh, being the kepo&lt;br /&gt;person she is.... started spraying Dior perfume&lt;br /&gt;on us. and the guy there scolded&lt;br /&gt;her, and it was all weird. he started&lt;br /&gt;talking bout us to his co-worker. he was like&lt;br /&gt;'budak keci 'ni suka main saja' or rather&lt;br /&gt;something like that la. he was so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...then we went to Body Shop, and&lt;br /&gt;I made Yi Yang spread Shimmer Lotion on&lt;br /&gt;himself and insisted he go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and nicotoh bought me the shimmer lotion&lt;br /&gt;which i love very very much. thanks nicotoh.&lt;br /&gt;sandra couldn't keep her mind off the perfume&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to get..she had no money. so i&lt;br /&gt;told her to go return the stillettos she bought&lt;br /&gt;her mom so she could buy the perfume. muahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, nicotoh's leaving tmrw. love you muchos&lt;br /&gt;nicotoh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Healers &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or whatever you guys are&lt;br /&gt;called now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Love is only a feeling, and it&lt;br /&gt;brought back memories of the band. it was&lt;br /&gt;my favourite song we'd done as a&lt;br /&gt;bang :( darn. i'm actually gonna miss them more&lt;br /&gt;than ever now that i actually think of it.&lt;br /&gt;even though i never really talked to &lt;strong&gt;Pin&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll still&lt;br /&gt;miss his stone-ness,&lt;br /&gt;even tho he's not actually stone. yeah. er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gene&lt;/strong&gt;, the times he used to sms me at like&lt;br /&gt;2am, and all the weird testimonials on friendster&lt;br /&gt;..yeah..random thought. *-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nad&lt;/strong&gt;...i'll always remember the song he sang&lt;br /&gt;about food when he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brian&lt;/strong&gt;... being the pain that he is, was&lt;br /&gt;really fun to be around. special thanks to him&lt;br /&gt;for auditioning me... lotsa love brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa&lt;/strong&gt;.... have fun with the band, they're&lt;br /&gt;honestly the best. even without practices,&lt;br /&gt;they rock like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys muchos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113777369312178033?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113777369312178033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113777369312178033&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113777369312178033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113777369312178033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-is-only-feeling.html' title='Love Is Only A Feeling'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113534498228800578</id><published>2005-12-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:36:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies!</title><content type='html'>sorry people, i was so caught up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to congratulate people! i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i can be &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. CONGRATULATIONS to all the&lt;br /&gt;people who achieved As, doesn't matter how many&lt;br /&gt;cuz As are good OKAY. and to all form3s&lt;br /&gt;for getting through the year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys muchos.&lt;br /&gt;i have a birthday party most probably on the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;of January. everybody's invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures&lt;/strong&gt; on multiply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfication.multiply.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113534498228800578?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113534498228800578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113534498228800578&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113534498228800578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113534498228800578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/apologies.html' title='apologies!'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113526898707925702</id><published>2005-12-23T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:42:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>So yes, I got my results. OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;so STOP asking me what i got.&lt;br /&gt;hah. no i'm kidding, it's okay, except once i get&lt;br /&gt;over it, people keep asking me again, then i get&lt;br /&gt;all sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 6As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....now that we've got that straight :D&lt;br /&gt;after we collected our results we went to OU, and i&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day there, cuz i had dinner with my&lt;br /&gt;family to celebrate my results. my not so good results.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the WHOLE of KDU today, like Brianna, Colin, Berlin,&lt;br /&gt;Keshia, Tiff, Chun Keat, Cong, Calv, San, Naj, Nick Lee, Jolynn + 4&lt;br /&gt;Mozart, Edison guys. blahblahblah. AND..i saw Ashleigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i knew she'd be coming down but i totally forgot today/yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, WELCOME BACK ASH. miss you lots hey!&lt;br /&gt;we've definitely got some catching up to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my wonderful classmates bought a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;banana cake for YingLing and I.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa, it was really awkwardly funny, cuz they were unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the cake, and I was&lt;br /&gt;like "What are you? Feeding the whole country??" and they were&lt;br /&gt;just staring and smiling. we sat at the table, surrounding the cake.&lt;br /&gt;nobody was touching it, and they were all staring at each other,&lt;br /&gt;going "you say lah! anybody got anything to say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but obviously by that time, YingLing and I guessed that they&lt;br /&gt;bought the cake as a farewell thingy. so yeah, Ying was like&lt;br /&gt;"okay lah okay lah, we bought this cake for the both of you&lt;br /&gt;cuz both of you are leaving. okay? okay! yay, we can eat now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, but it was sweet. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Perhaps Love. and it was gay. retarded in other words,&lt;br /&gt;for the people who dont understand :). when the movie ended,&lt;br /&gt;the row behind us were cheering. the movie was way too draggy.&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty good filming for a chinese movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takeshi &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway :D YingLing pierced her ear...AGAIN. we saw san and naj&lt;br /&gt;there, they were getting semi-permanent tats. so yeah, when&lt;br /&gt;Yl pierced her ear, i had a sudden urge to pierce my nose.&lt;br /&gt;so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to, but i couldn't. i asked my dad and he pretended&lt;br /&gt;not to hear me. my mom was an instant NO. so yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to adidas and YL got a pair of superstar ones? yeah, superstar&lt;br /&gt;ones. and they looked really good. and i found this really nice&lt;br /&gt;white hat thing, which looked pretty cool. so i might go back&lt;br /&gt;and get it, it was quite cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think anything else interesting happened. didn't take&lt;br /&gt;lotsa pictures, but i'll post the ones i took tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I bowled for awhile, kinda kepo-ed the guys&lt;br /&gt;bowling game, and helped jian wai!&lt;br /&gt;OH! and i was talking to Nick Lee...and then i realised he&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of Gene. :) they both talk really softly! Gene&lt;br /&gt;relies on actions to express himself, and Nick just smiles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be posting CAMP pictures at multiply tonight. so,&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stolen from Lak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Years Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  i started Piano lessons at Yahama/Yamaha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;2. I started learning Mandarin at Tadika Chim&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Years Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i was &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;chubby&lt;br /&gt;2. I wore dungarees. =3. I went to America ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Years Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was 12?&lt;br /&gt;2. Was considering going to AISM&lt;br /&gt;3. I had bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted my toe nails. haha&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Legally Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ate Chocolate Banana cake with fantastic people.&lt;br /&gt;2. met so many people i missed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanted to pierce my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorow I will..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. or might go out with Steph.&lt;br /&gt;2. buy ingredients for Christmas cookies&lt;br /&gt;3. Wrap presents.&lt;br /&gt;4. Plan Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch Sin City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Things I can't live without&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handphone. haha&lt;br /&gt;2. Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Internet&lt;br /&gt;4. my Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;5. people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 People I Admire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My cousin&lt;br /&gt;2. Alba. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nez Eus. crack that code.&lt;br /&gt;4. i was kidding bout no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 Shows I like&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives which i cant watch anymore&lt;br /&gt;2. One Tree Hill which has been put on hold til i can get my hands on s3&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI: Vegas&lt;br /&gt;4. OPRAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. used to love alias, then it turned lame.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Bad Habits I have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;2. indecisive&lt;br /&gt;3. forgetful&lt;br /&gt;4. irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;5. picks up books-starts reading-never finishes them unless&lt;br /&gt;they're REALLY good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Things that Scare Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. butterflies&lt;br /&gt;2. bugs. yes i know i'm bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;3. my inability to keep promises&lt;br /&gt;4. What  I'm gonna be when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;5. Scary music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Things you are wearing right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. slippers ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. T Shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. Laguna Beach shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Of Your Favourite Hobbies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Listening to it too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;yes i have no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Careers You Are Considering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missions. People jobs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Law&lt;br /&gt;4. Medicine&lt;br /&gt;5. Photography/Drama/Theatre. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Places You Want To Go on a Vacation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris. parlait vous francais. je m'atapelle. yeah. right&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii please!&lt;br /&gt;3. Bali. yes yes yes i know. ' you want to die ah? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now look me in the eye and tell me that isn't the longest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;post &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113526898707925702?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113526898707925702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113526898707925702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113526898707925702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113526898707925702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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posted ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113518959380995468?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113518959380995468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113518959380995468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113518959380995468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113518959380995468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/hrefhttpwww.html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113506824201346418</id><published>2005-12-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:44:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorian Grey</title><content type='html'>Dorian Grey's that guy from the League of Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman isn't he???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D anyhow, good luck to Dorian Grey/the Healers :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113506824201346418?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113506824201346418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113506824201346418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113506824201346418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113506824201346418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/dorian-grey.html' title='Dorian Grey'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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OUTINGS! xD&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i had SUCH an awesome time at camp.&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely the best church camp i've attended over&lt;br /&gt;the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was a soul a passion, and i think it was great&lt;br /&gt;because so many of us struggle to have a passion for God.&lt;br /&gt;and this camp was just so full of crying, I think JY's definitely&lt;br /&gt;gonna grow next year. and i really dont feel like leaving anymore&lt;br /&gt;after this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared at the end of camp, and got quite emotional, telling them&lt;br /&gt;how I've met so many great people this year, and i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of my whole 'speech' i was like 'i love you guys' and&lt;br /&gt;almost cried. hahahaha...darn emo. But honestly, to the church&lt;br /&gt;people that read my blog.... i'm gonna miss you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i'll be back for camps, so. yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, :D i'll be putting up pictures on multiply soon. i&lt;br /&gt;have SO MANY pictures. it's crazy. so keep reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this camp was so interesting. on the second day, i&lt;br /&gt;got stuck in the bathroom for about 20 minutes. and while&lt;br /&gt;trying to get out i cut myself on 2 fingers. BUT, the way i got&lt;br /&gt;out? quite smart lah :D it's kinda hard to explain, but let's just&lt;br /&gt;say that it was smart. XD.&lt;br /&gt;and then on the second day, playing butt ball. this guy who was&lt;br /&gt;in my team punched me in the face while trying to score a goal.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid okay. i was RIGHT in front of him, NOBODY was&lt;br /&gt;defending me, and he decided to be SO smart by trying to&lt;br /&gt;score a goal when he was like 10 feet away.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like "PASS IT TO ME!" and he's holding the ball trying to&lt;br /&gt;throw it, and when he did, he punched me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, and then on the last night. I got to sing with&lt;br /&gt;sara lau. we sang Angel by sarah mclachlan for Aunty&lt;br /&gt;Amy, cuz it was her last JY camp. it was SO impromptu,&lt;br /&gt;sara was supposed to sing it on her own. but a few hours&lt;br /&gt;before, we were both showering, and she was singing the song,&lt;br /&gt;and since i knew it, i sang along. and then all of a sudden she's like&lt;br /&gt;"WHO'S SINGING?" and after that she asks me if i wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;with her. and i said okay. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;see ..at church. i dont do a lotta singing. so people dont know&lt;br /&gt;that i like to sing. we were practicing, and eric was like&lt;br /&gt;"suezen....you can sing????" so. it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you sara. it was really nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, Paul told me he's gonna sign me up as worship&lt;br /&gt;leader for next year. and i &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; know how to worship lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. camp this year was REALLY good. even though&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people fell sick, most people got better, so thank&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me for the first time at this camp.&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of you wouldn't really care, but i just wanna share&lt;br /&gt;la yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you know that i'm more of a ...musical person.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to pursue a career in music even if it was gonna&lt;br /&gt;be hard. but anyway, besides the point :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Kong, the speaker after one of his sessions, he told us&lt;br /&gt;that we could go up to the microphone and tell God what&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to do for Him. and I went up, which is definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;something I'd do. but i felt like i really needed to share.&lt;br /&gt;so I told God that i wanted to go on missions in india for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would've been easy, but i broke down mid&lt;br /&gt;sentence. which was quite embarassing, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i started crying and crying, i had so much to say, but&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the point, cuz it was really hard to say&lt;br /&gt;anything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. this camp has been really different. I think it's&lt;br /&gt;safe to say that i've changed spiritually. so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, if you've read until here. good job and thanks&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: remember i'm back now :D until the 25th of january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113496562193026474?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113496562193026474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113496562193026474&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113496562193026474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113496562193026474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/soul-passion.html' title='A Soul A Passion'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113410307505300332</id><published>2005-12-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:44:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU prom</title><content type='html'>first of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAJWA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you have to work on your birthday&lt;br /&gt;so retarded. miss you lotsss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;WE ROCKED last night. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, well we did pretty okay!&lt;br /&gt;and I had lotsa fun, I even got roses from guys!&lt;br /&gt;lmaorofl.&lt;br /&gt;i love the band no?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go sleep now&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113410307505300332?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113410307505300332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113410307505300332&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113410307505300332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113410307505300332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/kdu-prom.html' title='KDU prom'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113348751262475103</id><published>2005-12-02T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:41:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ring ring ring ringggggg</title><content type='html'>hey alllll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BACK! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yes, it's 9:27 in the morning. Arrived at 5:30am, and i'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;:D I watched Fantastic Four on the plane, hahaha. For the 4th time probably.&lt;br /&gt;and Chris Evans is so cute. I slept through the rest of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;which was a good thing, cuz we all know how i am on planes.&lt;br /&gt;i hate planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, everything's set. I'm starting school at PLC on the 29th of January.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not calling Kea Leng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kea Leng&lt;/strong&gt;, if you're reading this, I promise I'll call you out when i'm there&lt;br /&gt;in January again. Thanks for helping with the schools and all, but my dad&lt;br /&gt;likes PLC..and i kinda liked it too! missing you lots yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was just going through my electives next year. And...i decided to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really excited bout that.&lt;br /&gt;je comme corses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have camp tomorrow at Seremban. And i cant wait. it's gonna be a really laid back&lt;br /&gt;christian camp. i'm a bit nervous too, cuz there're only 2 people&lt;br /&gt;from my church going. and what if i dont know anybody!&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have been doing okay. I need to go out with everybody&lt;br /&gt;before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fooey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for keeping me updated on stuff back here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113348751262475103?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113348751262475103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113348751262475103&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113348751262475103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113348751262475103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/12/ring-ring-ring-ringggggg.html' title='ring ring ring ringggggg'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113316280549295122</id><published>2005-11-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:26:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chris evans...... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:insert drooling icon:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113316280549295122?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113316280549295122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113316280549295122&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113316280549295122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113316280549295122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/11/chris-evans.html' title=''/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16914952.post-113274269016012161</id><published>2005-11-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:53:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australiaaaaa :)</title><content type='html'>Hey all! haven't blogged in ages yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Australia right now, and it's really cold. I dont think&lt;br /&gt;i'd be able to handle Winter here. blaaaddy.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I wont be going to MLC after all, way too&lt;br /&gt;expensive. i mean, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AUSD 29,000&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello. that's like RM60,000.. that's even&lt;br /&gt;more expensive than a year at Melbourne U.&lt;br /&gt;So i've signed up at PLC for next year, great school,&lt;br /&gt;the school's 7 Hectars. so that's pretty huge, i cant&lt;br /&gt;wait to do all the fun stuff they offer. but, it's a&lt;br /&gt;girls' school, so it wont be that fun, BUT they do have&lt;br /&gt;socials, so it'll be okay. ;p i went to Donvale CC to check&lt;br /&gt;it out too, people there are super friendly, and the&lt;br /&gt;guys are uber cute. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i havne't been doing lots of shopping,&lt;br /&gt;i hate converting. it's like, everything here's really&lt;br /&gt;expensive if you convert, so i'm trying to convince&lt;br /&gt;myself not to convert everything, but it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to buy a dress for the prom this year though ;)&lt;br /&gt;didn't cost too much. Went to Forrest Hill today, and it&lt;br /&gt;was quite fun. Didn't do much yesterday, I really&lt;br /&gt;wanted to tag along with the Griffiths' to watch&lt;br /&gt;Hayley's netball game. but i couldn't cuz i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to go home and take a shower, cuz i felt greasy. hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;naw, i couldn't cuz we had to go out for dinner. ARGH,&lt;br /&gt;and their dog is so cute. Scruffy! it's like some weird&lt;br /&gt;fluffy dog. hahah.....really cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. was the funniest day ever. we went to this&lt;br /&gt;church nearby, for the 9am service. okay, but first of all,&lt;br /&gt;the day we arrived, we drove past the church. and it looked&lt;br /&gt;like it was a pretty hip church.. it was called EDGE.&lt;br /&gt;there was this sign that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am            Traditional Worship&lt;br /&gt;10:30am    Family Worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we had to go to Yarra at 12, so we couldn't attend&lt;br /&gt;the family worship. so we decided to go to the traditional one,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that it would be okay, normal early morning worship.&lt;br /&gt;then we arrived, and there were like 10 cars parked outside.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was like 'uh...are you sure we're not attending a&lt;br /&gt;service for old people?'&lt;br /&gt;hah, and then we went in, loads of old people. lmaorofl? and&lt;br /&gt;the service was REALLY weird, like people would just randomly stand&lt;br /&gt;up and share, or sing hymns. i mean, i know it's okay as long,&lt;br /&gt;as ure worshipping God. but it just seemed really weird.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt was trying to hold back her laugh until her&lt;br /&gt;face went all red. but on a brighter note, they served tim-tams&lt;br /&gt;after the service. ha. ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we'll be going to the city this weekend to&lt;br /&gt;try and shop. hahah, i'll be back home next friday if&lt;br /&gt;anybody cares :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys are enjoying your holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i've been reading harry potter and the&lt;br /&gt;half-blood prince. haha, it's pretty good actually.&lt;br /&gt;i find harry+ginny very exciting. mhmm!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, did i also tell you guys that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the healers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be performing at prom without&lt;br /&gt;any practice whatsoever? yeah, bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16914952-113274269016012161?l=myfication.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/feeds/113274269016012161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16914952&amp;postID=113274269016012161&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113274269016012161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16914952/posts/default/113274269016012161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfication.blogspot.com/2005/11/australiaaaaa.html' title='Australiaaaaa :)'/><author><name>SueZen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718695017185063651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7RPqBXnT61I/SeRgpF_V43I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FrF6ZyA0qLA/S220/n682519631_1213625_967.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>
