<?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-4108378148293740959</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:31:22.365+08:00</updated><category term='Amp ^-^'/><category term='Camp:D'/><category term='Out.'/><category term='Hookies.'/><category term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category term='The weird chinese post'/><category term='Studyinghard'/><category term='Another new year.'/><category term='A Story.'/><category term='The Whine'/><category term='Songcraze'/><category term='What i want.'/><category term='Work :0'/><category term='Booktalk'/><category term='Churching :0'/><category term='Questionaire'/><category term='HAIRCUT'/><category term='Fooding'/><category term='Rant.'/><category term='PICTUREZ.'/><category term='School. :)'/><category term='MSNing ^-^'/><category term='someonelse.'/><category term='Raw.'/><category term='Weh random :D'/><category term='Happypost'/><category term='Uncertainties'/><category term='Emorant =\'/><category term='Stan speaking :D'/><category term='sick :|'/><category term='Fantasizing.'/><category term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Helloooo deception</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2092643268226003586</id><published>2009-08-16T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:03:42.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBAI.</title><content type='html'>HELLO ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving to &lt;a href="http://elizmegan.onsugar.com/"&gt;greener pastures&lt;/a&gt; (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2092643268226003586?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2092643268226003586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2092643268226003586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2092643268226003586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2092643268226003586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbai.html' title='GOODBAI.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7246738414911214104</id><published>2009-08-13T01:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:23:53.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSNing ^-^'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick :|'/><title type='text'>Breaking the habit.</title><content type='html'>Time check:one ten.&lt;br /&gt;i've got school tomorrow, but i've ALSO got plenty of math to complete. never seems to end, these assignments. friday is Final exams already, so soon. fri, sat, mon, and we're done. holidays for seven weeks. might look for a day job (current job being sort of night.) and earn some extra income.. at the same time, being busy will get my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;so steve, dont worry so, im not going mad as pie, my head is just stuck in the past, and im having a hard time yanking my head out. i will, in due time.&lt;br /&gt;had a fun chat with Quan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quan said (00:12):&lt;br /&gt;LOL a+bj remind me of anal + blowjob&lt;br /&gt;Eliz                    you anal bitch.(★). said (00:13):&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD YOUR SO FUCKING DIRTY&lt;/blockquote&gt;welcome to the world of complex numbers in rectangular form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know. i meant to type YOU'RE.&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you browse thru other people's life and see the problems they have, compare it to your own, and realize one of two things: your troubles are so minute compared to theirs, or their troubles are so minute compared to yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sometimes when you pop back into my life, my mind start ticking, non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when you hear a song you feel you relate to, but the song is not about how you're feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is flying, flying like doves. gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;my leg's still swollen. :|&lt;br /&gt;my throat's still gross. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SoL6IEITXgI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4aMx_KMfhk/s1600-h/06082009715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SoL6IEITXgI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4aMx_KMfhk/s320/06082009715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369128722233515522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shot taken after Up. check out my awkward hand! and my new bangs too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7246738414911214104?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7246738414911214104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7246738414911214104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7246738414911214104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7246738414911214104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the habit.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SoL6IEITXgI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z4aMx_KMfhk/s72-c/06082009715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4449573831443877405</id><published>2009-08-12T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:25:42.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Every second count.</title><content type='html'>Repeatedly, i tell myself not to wake up and hope you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;somedays, my thoughts just wander right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update. watched ponyo, excellent movie. gg t watch Ice age 3. Final examinations are starting in a few weeks' time, and i've been slacking behind =\&lt;br /&gt;missing school and all. have been sleeping late everyday, waking up at 3pm or later. trying to break the habit, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy's starting work!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;excited for her. but her work-place like fucking far la. she must travel for an hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;one thing good's that she'll be having music with her. so time will pass wee bit faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jovin's house just now, havent been there since i was a KID. i think i can count one two fingers the number of times i've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on Mon and Tues. watched Up in 3D on Monday then went to work. not much of a diff, i actually prefer the normal version to the 3D version. my leg's swell is not going away, got bitten by mozzies and the swelled like a balloon. applied aloe vera to it, slowly it's going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need money! ): work's money is not enough. thinking of getting one more job. i've already spent my salary before i even got the cheque. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money's sch trouble.must spend less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. math.bye. safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4449573831443877405?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4449573831443877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4449573831443877405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4449573831443877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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44th, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the NDP on telly for about 15 minutes, caught electrico was sooooo excited. desmond's so cute laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i showered for Loeiloei, clipped Porkchop and Ahpui's nails, cutted Ahpui's hair and this post is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away, you cant pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6644325592107273653?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6644325592107273653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6644325592107273653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Raw.'/><title type='text'>Lost hope.</title><content type='html'>:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently many thing happened, many sad things happened.&lt;br /&gt;a one minutes phone can kill your whole week. i really did not mean for so many bad things to happen. a silly mistake that escalated, causing many tears for many a nights. heart broken over and over again, watching my mom bond with Jere, seeing her back against me, waiting for her to speak to me again, feeling her anger towards me, i do not feel good. instead of looking at mom now, i just avoid her whenever she's around. when she even talk to me, she's telling me to do chores, to kio Loeiloei's shit, to clear the rubbish. i feel sad, i feel angry, im not suppose to be angry, im just ranting.&lt;br /&gt;i said something really stupid this evening. if i could replay the evening, i'd not have spoken, and let her lash angry words over me for as long as she like. i should not have spoken.&lt;br /&gt;some nights, i lie in bed, and ask God what did i do to cause my family so much pain. He havent answer me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you were my last hope. you just made me lost it"&lt;br /&gt;these words, amongst many others, broke me into tiny pieces. i try to amend, i tried, but when im reaching you, but i start to back away, afraid and just cowardly, aint i?&lt;br /&gt;tears dont help, neither does thinking of the same scene over and over again. i try not to do either, but trying.. just trying. i miss the little things she do for me, things i overlook in the past, now standing out like a neon sign in my face. reaching the front gate everyday, sometimes just standing there, with the keys in my hands. i was never good with words verbally, and im too proud to apologise. i put myself in her shoes, i'd have done the same.&lt;br /&gt;i rather she scold me, beat me, than to cold me out. i just.... dont know what to do. disappointing my family is something i dont do often. which is why it's affecting me badly. everyday, i await for a new scolding from someone, waiting for it to come, but only to face silence.&lt;br /&gt;cry every night, every single night. hoping for things to turn over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6674971513438212474?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6674971513438212474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6674971513438212474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6674971513438212474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6674971513438212474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-hope.html' title='Lost hope.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5954321766710498905</id><published>2009-08-09T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:34:34.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studyinghard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Story.'/><title type='text'>Old Jack &amp; Penelope</title><content type='html'>I've got a story to share. got it from an email from a friend (:&lt;br /&gt;thought i should share it. kind of dont like forwarding emails much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was brand new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me alone," he growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement, the woman continued standing there. She was smiling, her even white teeth displayed in two dazzling rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just finished dining with the president.. Now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smile became even broader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a policeman came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem here, officer," the woman answered.  "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer scratched his head.  "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy, lady?" old Jack resisted. "I don't want to go in there!"  Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got old Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch crowd had yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on here, officer?" he asked."What is all this, is this man in trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin.  "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do you make a good amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What business is that of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled again..  "I thought that might make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh.  "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer watched him walk away.&lt;br /&gt;"You certainly put him in his place," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was not my intention.  Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down at the table across amazed old Jack.  She stared at him intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes.  "I think so- I mean, you do look so familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little older perhaps," she said.  "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly.  He couldn't believe that such a magnificent looking woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just out of college," the woman began.  "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything.  Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment.  I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in, hoping that I could get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's face lit up with a smile.  "Now I remember," he said..  "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," the woman continued.  "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to this very corner table and enjoy it.  I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you putting money out of your own pockets into the cash register, I knew then, that everything would be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes.  "How can I ever thank you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't thank me," the woman answered.  "To God goes the glory.  He led me to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered.  Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget.  And...And thank you for the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go.&lt;br /&gt;Only one of two things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love, and yet so small He can curl up inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God closes doors no man can open &amp;amp; God opens doors no man can close.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long email. but a nice story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM for lunch-dinner with Steve. was craving for pastamania while working the previous night, and zhixian told me that there is a new outlet at IMM, closest to my house, so i decided to go there. to find that there is no pastamania!!! sad or what. was just mad craving for Chicken cheese salsicca. but ): sad.&lt;br /&gt;so we settled for Cafe cartel. food was alright, serving was huge. only finished half-ish. still got a craving for pastamania. ):.&lt;br /&gt;irritating. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i really like Singapore's 2009 theme song! go search on imeem.com: what do you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! i just did my nailz. blue and needed t do something to cheer meself up. so im orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sn2nduUqNGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/a66695IMZnc/s1600-h/08082009100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sn2nduUqNGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/a66695IMZnc/s320/08082009100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367630459988227170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont dare to take a close up pict cuz it looks kind of off now. must see tmr. it'll look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also chopped off half my bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sn2oazv0QOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4edzhX32Dfo/s1600-h/06082009715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sn2oazv0QOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4edzhX32Dfo/s320/06082009715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367631509416329442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was with aly few nights back.. watched UP at JP. good show. catch it! i'm gonna watch it again with steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. gotta go. math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5954321766710498905?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5954321766710498905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5954321766710498905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5954321766710498905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5954321766710498905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-jack-penelope.html' title='Old Jack &amp; Penelope'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sn2nduUqNGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/a66695IMZnc/s72-c/08082009100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6747695835841377321</id><published>2009-08-06T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:34:05.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><title type='text'>So close.</title><content type='html'>Ut amem et foveam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day, just bad. gotta wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you realize you just hurt the one you'd never in your wildest dreams thought to hurt, a ball of fire just whirls through your body and burn you, slowly but surely. you want to defend yourself; no, you did not mean to hurt, never in a thousand years, you want to explain, but somehow the words seemed choked in a place where the rest of the crushed papers were. when you had the chance to explain, you didnt, and when the chance was lost and you were left along without a second glance, that's when the regret sits in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but think twice: were there anything to explain about? you know how the one feels. you know where the one came from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling like fuck. two tests tomorrow: EEPS, ENGMEC. congrats, Eliz. you can bang the wall now. what happened to studying, Eliz? what happened when you've lost your last hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6747695835841377321?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6747695835841377321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6747695835841377321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6747695835841377321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6747695835841377321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-close_06.html' title='So close.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5891790339326972783</id><published>2009-08-03T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:24:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, you, you.</title><content type='html'>When to move on, when to give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when words collide and scenes rush, regrets overflow and i start to think: what would have been, what could have been, what should have been. you, you, you, me. what did you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did it all meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird mood. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5891790339326972783?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5891790339326972783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5891790339326972783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5891790339326972783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5891790339326972783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-you-you.html' title='You, you, you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5577861617535620412</id><published>2009-07-27T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:34:51.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><title type='text'>Thousand miles away.</title><content type='html'>Went to school today, studies pretty productive, for EG1 at least. Went to eat at SIM with Jon and Haiqal after Eltech ended, then we went to find Ms Maisie afterwards. math for two hours, engmec for one hour, and off we went, home. MRT-ed with Jon. went t find Weekit at GP. Talk cock. He returned the library books for me, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like im suffocating, emotions suppressed and voice unheard. if i told you what i wanted to, you'd be hurt and i'll be hurt in the process. why not keep it all to myself and hurt one less person? the feeling im feeling will pass. at the moment i'll just keep quiet and stay withdrawn, and be scolded for my bad-ass attitude and endure further. who care much about how fucked im feeling anyway? talk to the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5577861617535620412?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5577861617535620412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5577861617535620412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5577861617535620412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5577861617535620412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousand-miles-away.html' title='Thousand miles away.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4709447741582585189</id><published>2009-07-26T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:58:27.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studyinghard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick :|'/><title type='text'>Let's drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to school on a sunday. first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beeying's 18th Birthday Chalet last friday! got drunk. :D funnest ever. met her friends, all so nice and friendly. : D went for cousin ASH'S 21st Birthday Chalet @ Downtown East after bee's. took bee's two packets of unopened sting rays to Ash's chalet :B tasteeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busily crazy recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to watch HP and the half-blood prince with aly, catch up and bitch as usual. trying t get her t gym with me. t no avail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a crazy week. weeks rushing by, and exams closing in. and holidays coming too (yesyesyes) yay to sleeping in again. havent been getting enough sleep, plus im sick with cough+phlegm+fatigue+every symptoms of the latest flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still can believe i got drunk on sat morning. &lt;i&gt;'go pluck lemons from the lemon trees outside la!'&lt;/i&gt; i remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/26/us/26tiller.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;An Abortion Battle, Fought to the Death&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this and dont know what to think of Team Tiller. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to have many extra classes on monday. my lessons are suppose to end at like. one. after that i've got a one hour break, followed by one hour of math, one hour of eltech, and one and half hour of engmec. hiphip hurray?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta meet bee, jw, zq for a followup of the presentation on tuesday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUN OR WHAT? i'd take what anyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to skip school to rest, alas. extra classes and all. better to not skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought a new bagpack recently anyway! and 5 new tees. so happy. all the more reasons to go to school *psychos self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today my aunt asked me why can paint fingernails and still happily go to school. SHE THINKS IM STILL IN SECONDARY SCHOOL LA SIAL. my dyed hair not obvious enough. must dye lighter. red maybe. all the more reason to dye hair : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought for me Cadbury dream! im in white chocolately heaven. i told my dad: this will be my breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week. just realize how fattening that'll be. but idk why the sudden craving for chocolate anyway. i think cuz i saw this think scary perfect looking chocolate cake that is wrapped in plastik and i cant like.sneak a bite. so im craving. wdv. im raving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the two chalets the past two days, i dont think i might open one on my birthday. so scary. catering food arriving late. fights breaking out. stinky toilets. sandy beds. vomit covered floor. booking out early in the morning. no pets allowed laws. fuck it man. unless someone else wanna handle some of that for me, i think i'll be too afraid to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long post hoh. havent blogged in agez. and im nuaing in my room. so just spitting my thoughts on my keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think. i wanna cut my bangs. again. and dye my hair black. and platinum blond somewhere. think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH. BORED. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4709447741582585189?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4709447741582585189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4709447741582585189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4709447741582585189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4709447741582585189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-drop.html' title='Let&apos;s drop.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4151341414179054273</id><published>2009-07-22T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:36:46.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><title type='text'>FUCK YOU.</title><content type='html'>BLOGGER HATES ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent blogged for ages right. today i wanted to do a nice one. then blogger bitched me out. FUCK YOU. if tomorrow it goes back to normal, i might just blog. fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4151341414179054273?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4151341414179054273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4151341414179054273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4151341414179054273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4151341414179054273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-hates-me.html' title='FUCK YOU.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8497300657210780886</id><published>2009-07-13T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:28:49.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>There goes my hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloO62N4t0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/1AYnoNM761A/s1600-h/xoxo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloO62N4t0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/1AYnoNM761A/s320/xoxo027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357611110859585346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from Malaysia again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the farmhouse again, this time we brought my aunt along. goat's still looking the same, the whole place looks the same, except that fruits were in season. so there's spots of red here and there... rambutans! :D lovelove. i think this trip wasnt as stinky, but fuck, why so many insects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloO7iQD_KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KBmYkT0KQMw/s320/xoxo018.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357611122679872674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid says hi (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found a centipede in the room that the owner had generously opend up to us for free as we had 8 people and booked one room only. then we found a hideous black super large lizard in the former room. my dad and i tried catching it to no avail..it disappeared after 5 minutes of us moving cupboards and all. we went to the waterfall in the noon, and all except mom, aunt and chris jumped into the water.. shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to buy a hamster too! The name's poink poink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloO7A4QdhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HWpj9Vx72sM/s320/xoxo025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357611113721656850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ Meet the ball of fur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love trips as a family. always bonding. memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant believe i carried my sister on my shoulder for at least 30 seconds while she pick rambutans -.- heavy siak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... bloody lazy to blog. need sleep. CIAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're good boyfriend material, just.. not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8497300657210780886?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8497300657210780886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8497300657210780886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8497300657210780886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8497300657210780886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-goes-my-hero_1451.html' title='There goes my hero.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloO62N4t0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/1AYnoNM761A/s72-c/xoxo027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-356563607089305245</id><published>2009-07-13T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:25:45.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>There goes my hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s1600-h/xoxo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s320/xoxo027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357609673977312994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from Malaysia again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the farmhouse again, this time we brought my aunt along. goat's still looking the same, the whole place looks the same, except that fruits were in season. so there's spots of red here and there... rambutans! :D lovelove. i think this trip wasnt as stinky, but fuck, why so many insects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found a centipede in the room that the owner had generously opend up to us for free as we had 8 people and booked one room only. then we found a hideous black super large lizard in the former room. my dad and i tried catching it to no avail..it disappeared after 5 minutes of us moving cupboards and all. we went to the waterfall in the noon, and all except mom, aunt and chris jumped into the water.. shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to buy a hamster too! The name's poink poink.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNns_EEVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TCY9WmptMvg/s320/xoxo025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357609682452353362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ Meet the ball of fur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love trips as a family. always bonding. memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant believe i carried my sister on my shoulder for at least 30 seconds while she pick rambutans -.- heavy siak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... bloody lazy to blog. need sleep. CIAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know you're good boyfriend material, just.. not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-356563607089305245?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/356563607089305245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=356563607089305245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/356563607089305245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/356563607089305245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-goes-my-hero_13.html' title='There goes my hero.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s72-c/xoxo027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4524971381654319826</id><published>2009-07-13T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:24:31.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>There goes my hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s1600-h/xoxo027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s320/xoxo027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357609673977312994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from Malaysia again (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the farmhouse again, this time we brought my aunt along. goat's still looking the same, the whole place looks the same, except that fruits were in season. so there's spots of red here and there... rambutans! :D lovelove. i think this trip wasnt as stinky, but fuck, why so many insects? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found a centipede in the room that the owner had generously opend up to us for free as we had 8 people and booked one room only. then we found a hideous black super large lizard in the former room. my dad and i tried catching it to no avail..it disappeared after 5 minutes of us moving cupboards and all. we went to the waterfall in the noon, and all except mom, aunt and chris jumped into the water.. shiok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to buy a hamster too! The name's poink poink.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNns_EEVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TCY9WmptMvg/s320/xoxo025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357609682452353362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ Meet the ball of fur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love trips as a family. always bonding. memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant believe i carried my sister on my shoulder for at least 30 seconds while she pick rambutans -.- heavy siak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... bloody lazy to blog. need sleep. CIAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know you're good boyfriend material, just.. not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4524971381654319826?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4524971381654319826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4524971381654319826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4524971381654319826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4524971381654319826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-goes-my-hero.html' title='There goes my hero.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SloNnNadNuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oOfm5biK0vY/s72-c/xoxo027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-548039417429654087</id><published>2009-07-06T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:15:34.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churching :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studyinghard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>Summer lovin'.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe. i just got a invite to friendster. gosh.&lt;div&gt;deleted my a/c last year cuz i got bored.. and hooked onto facebook. i got an invite, gosh. dunno why im so shocked too. &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;Sunday. the sun peeped out for a while.. and then hide for the rest of the day. what a perfect weather for sleep-ins. went to church at 9 am (trying to kick start back my habit to be a regular church goer.. :}), choir, eat, practice, home by 3 pm. fell asleep while reading (Black Rabbit Summer- Kevin Brooks. try it! pretty good.), and woke up at around 7 i think? :}. then cont'd doing IS project *insert CB face* so tired of it. ours quite cock-up alr lah. i think we either fail, or pass miserably. &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;Isaac came down to find me about an hour ago, think he was bored out of his skull too. talk cock, then he left. talk about the same old stuffs lah. havent seen him in ages also. he thought that there was no school tomorrow =\. cuz youth day. bullshitter. hahahaa. alamak got work tmr sia. =\. need to chiong. gonna a/c yx to lot 1, then kiakia a while, chiong down for work. BULLZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking for ipod case leh. not the silicon one. i want a leather casing. black or white... or brown. would be ideal :].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had another weird dream last night. wondering if it's due to stress, that im having such disturbing dreams? hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=\. ah well. project. sleep. ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-548039417429654087?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/548039417429654087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=548039417429654087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/548039417429654087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/548039417429654087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2941764737023760177</id><published>2009-07-04T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:09:50.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churching :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><title type='text'>Let's stop pretending, okay?</title><content type='html'>23:59.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the new blogsong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally /wrist and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im in the weird mood today. feeling sad when i should be happy, feeling just weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webcam session with Yuanxing and Kirk.. we the bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sk985yCdDfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HacyjjFlmLQ/s320/snapshot2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354635814093262322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirk with polo, yx with grape, eliz with a smile.&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;i&gt;Running away doesnt help, the mentality that it would wont go, the fear at the back of my mind unfading, the memory of you permament. stuck, somehow, weird in the most normal way, not that it make sense anyway, since i was the one who said no. remembering the forgotten. bad dreams makes everything feel weird. negativity sits heavily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*****&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church tomorrow morning, gonna make it a practice all over again. missing father mike so much. hope he'll visit us somehow, once again. ):.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2941764737023760177?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2941764737023760177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2941764737023760177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2941764737023760177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2941764737023760177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-stop-pretending-okay.html' title='Let&apos;s stop pretending, okay?'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sk985yCdDfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HacyjjFlmLQ/s72-c/snapshot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4013408962293686244</id><published>2009-07-03T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:23:55.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studyinghard'/><title type='text'>And th hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.</title><content type='html'>YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOW. &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;:O. First week of skl passed in a breeze. my my. my prediction that skl will close within a few days of opening kind of failed, guess im no fortune teller. FRIDAY LEI. so fast right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first monday of the eleventh week was quite uncomfortable, feeling the slight nervy feel of first week. BUT i got over that. lessons are pretty boring and complicating, bad combination. and with the wrong.... &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;, noone feels like studying. OH AND RIGHT. i passed all my common test subjects! *beams* so happy. Disappointed by the math result, didnt hit the A i was hoping-crossed-fingers-eyes-shut for. BOOOOOOOOOOOL. :/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring ole DEP, speedo teacher. i ditched class for 45 minutes cuz i was bored out of my skulls. i missed 60 minutes of ENGMEC cuz i was hungry. shubeeeeeedoodle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyo. sian la. Many many assignments, tutorials, projects. jialat jialat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weihao's going to tekong!!! ): so sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad. boo lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having very creepy negative feel dreams. i once dreamed that my favourite white-grey bag was stained with red ink. another time that all 30 eggs we brought (in a grey tray) were cracked. sometimes it'd be so real that i'd stone for three seconds trying to figure which is &lt;i&gt;reality&lt;/i&gt;. serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold on, before it's too late.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4013408962293686244?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4013408962293686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4013408962293686244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4013408962293686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4013408962293686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-th-hardest-part-of-living-is-just.html' title='And th hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7564327459101912986</id><published>2009-06-27T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:56:16.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>City of angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uninvited- alanis morissette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dont talk to me unless you know what you are really talking about. &lt;div&gt;annoyed.&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;Struggling to complete autocad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Transformer 2 with class the other day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie was awesome to the max. seriously. megan fox's hot hot hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome. i was late, so nas, haiqal and EJ waited for me at somerset, then we speed walked to cine. we were late. but we only missed a few lines from the movie, the prime's message. GOSH. why cant they all exist, side along side with Harry Potter and Narnia :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thinking too much. i shall move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Billy Mack: Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went to walk around town.. slowly everyone left. then the rest went to Funan and Nas and i went to esplanade to talk. hmmm. talk about relationships and heartaches? pretty much. bullshitted a lot also la. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's starting. how siak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7564327459101912986?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7564327459101912986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7564327459101912986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7564327459101912986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7564327459101912986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-of-angels.html' title='City of angels.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4269367299508996316</id><published>2009-06-25T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:11:34.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><title type='text'>let's drop.</title><content type='html'>Ten days later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week of holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assignments are all uncompleted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week's been crazily packed: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work after tanning @ Sentosa on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work on Tuesday @ Jurong East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dipping in the water @ Sentosa on Wednesday, no sun, no tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday! After Sentosa with Yuanxing, Beeying and her classmates, went to Vivo for dinner. Carl's Junior. went outside to talk. went in again, loo. went to somewhere else to talk. half an hours later, realized that my mobile is not with me. in the mind's eye, i cant even see myself placing the phone on top of the toilet roll thing.... and then walking out freely. CHAOCHEENIANG. I FUCKING LOST MY FUCKING MOBILE FUCKING PHONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite pissed off with myself. thank goodness Beee and Yuanxing was around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called Singtel to suspend the line, and they are sending a new sim card over tomorrow evening. efficient innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the contacts. gone gone gone ah. how to get every single one back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the text messages. and pictures. songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUNGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerald,BigMe. said (00:54):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going off to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need anything except a new phone, call me :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo Jung Eun says (03:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiu de bu chu, sin de bu lai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz                     ):. lost me mobile. sad fuck. says (03:02):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHA. mei you qian lei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz                     ):. lost me mobile. sad fuck. says (03:03):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xin de zhen yang lai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo Jung Eun says (03:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use your blain use your blain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerald and Jo Jung Eun. so helpful ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. Jo is Jasmine. what she said is: If old stuffs dont go, new stuffs wont come. i replied no money, how new stuffs come? then the use your blain -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAD LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GO SLIT WRIST AND EMO LIAO. *tiniest glimmer of hope that a kind stranger will return my phone after enjoying going thru' my pictures/ music/ text/ notes. but a kind person wont go thru my mobile, let alone switch it off right? SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to burst that glimmer of hope. just wait for my paycheque. i guess. &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/4108378148293740959-4269367299508996316?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4269367299508996316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4269367299508996316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4269367299508996316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4269367299508996316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-drop.html' title='let&apos;s drop.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3315856807825381625</id><published>2009-06-15T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:18:51.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><title type='text'>You say you wander your own land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWkNMmMII/AAAAAAAAAYU/_uRPGmTsyjs/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWkNMmMII/AAAAAAAAAYU/_uRPGmTsyjs/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556787566817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWk-9-XhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oB_y92vBM3k/s320/DSC00616.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556800927260178" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWjs8qnxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wjgdbE9QPaM/s320/DSC00611.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556778910064402" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWjNTQmpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/P4NBDvTfNTM/s320/DSC00610.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556770414893714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWjNTQmpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/P4NBDvTfNTM/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWke0tz2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/YPuu0b_29qE/s320/DSC00613.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556792298491746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books and bears my sister got for me from Thailand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the bear was so me she had to buy it. the book covers are made of cloth! so pretty. cant decide on a favourite, or what to do with them. one would eventually be my diary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a brag-what-i-have post. hehe. BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gg out with aly tomorrow! excited much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3315856807825381625?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3315856807825381625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3315856807825381625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3315856807825381625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3315856807825381625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-say-you-wander-your-own-land.html' title='You say you wander your own land.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SjZWkNMmMII/AAAAAAAAAYU/_uRPGmTsyjs/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8685005883707518019</id><published>2009-06-15T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:00:51.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>Forgotten.. in the most minute way.</title><content type='html'>I know i havent been blogging right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CT's over. sigh of relief. prefer this system whereby ct comes first, then holidays. can ROC, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and jerry just got back from thailand a few hours ago! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so glad to have them back. chris dyed her hair, again. cut her hair, i like. tattooed over a previous tattoo on finger, weird but getting used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week worth of holidays left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chris brought me three note books, one laptop cooler and skin, a cute elephant tee-shirt, and a bag. brought everyone stuffs. jerry got some voodoo dolls for his classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired. waiting for isaac's text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been party world-ing for two conseg. days, quite tiring. cuz we like to go late-ish, after the guys close the shop, so we always reach ard. 11. then i'll sing... and drink.. and sleep. then vomit... then go home. YEAH. steven, if you're reading this. dont be mad k? i wasnt dying from food poisoning. just alcohol. and water-melon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading the lollipop shoes by joanna harris! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started doing shop-front in the day too.. sitting there and collecting dust. made friends along the way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way too tired. went to malaysia this morning, got up at 8 after sleeping at 4, not very good. tiring but still... malaysia. i swear on my pinky finger. you feel more relaxed right after you've cleared all the customs and shit. soooompah. (such an old fashioned word. hahahaah.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep soon i guess. wanna kill isaac already.rah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8685005883707518019?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8685005883707518019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8685005883707518019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8685005883707518019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8685005883707518019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgotten-in-most-minute-way.html' title='Forgotten.. in the most minute way.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3130632332261267033</id><published>2009-06-02T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:30:29.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studyinghard'/><title type='text'>Harsh words and comparisons.</title><content type='html'>Son  of a gun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a day. wont say it's bad, just not my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, my Is group (JW, ZQ, beeeeying, me) project was done on a last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, the bus took damn long, and bee ying and i couldnt get our sandwiches from atrium. had to rush for class cuz there was a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, miss maisie ong called me and tell me she's sick. cannot hold extra remedial for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MC for two days. so tomorrow's lesson's cancelled too. double boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then. on the way out of school, i got stung by an insect. i'd think it's a bee. my finger's swollen now. my forefinger. third boo okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i go to blogger.com, so that i can whine to the rest of the world about my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blogger's having a.. ten minute's maintenance. just when i needed to whine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW'S THAT FOR A PRETTY DAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's talk about the nice pretty things that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made two new friends! Beeying's ex-schoolmates, Esther and Alicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled off the presentation in IS class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's about it. today's half gone only, hoping the rest of the day's gonna be A okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's anonymous? so curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i've got no work this week! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no work means no money. boooo you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the cheque's comming soooooon. zoom zoom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balls. my nephew just lol at me on msn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz.                     eggsakly. says (15:07):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bee sting me. now my finger like sausage like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PrInCe Of HeLl says (15:07):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wat color ur finger *~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pink red blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz.                     eggsakly. says (15:11):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pink. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cannot bend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PrInCe Of HeLl says (15:11):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pink sausage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. twice, now that i see. and idk what's with tHe cAps AnD aLl. LikE. hEllo BabE. Not cOOl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prince of hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sidetrack: IM NOT AGAINST PPL TYPING LIKE tHaT. IM JUST COMMENTING ON MY NEPHEW. OKAY?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant he just be a prince? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rambling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blurring and stirring- the truth and the lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Bye.)&lt;/span&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/4108378148293740959-3130632332261267033?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3130632332261267033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3130632332261267033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3130632332261267033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3130632332261267033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/06/harsh-words-and-comparisons.html' title='Harsh words and comparisons.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3088046229349421407</id><published>2009-05-30T13:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:57:53.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><title type='text'>Miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Hello weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;:} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Saturday. not going out. staying at home to complete assignments and all. had one test and one quiz this week! passed both, one exceedingly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;got 85% on EEPS test- though some would say it's a no kick easy peasy test to pass, this is the module which i've been depressed over. this is one module which i couldnt understand for weeks. and i got it :D thus, 85%. best news ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;the quiz on Engmec was quite. disappointing. as usual i focused too much on the tougher subject that i forgot how to do the simpler ones. BOO. but a pass is better than none so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;past week's been filled with highs and lows, cant say it's been down in dumps cuz friends are there to support when i fall back. feeling bad cuz i snapped at danny and suren during engmec (when i was studying like crazy for EEPS.)  DANNY MY NANNY. :} my best friend. hehe. and suren my haribo partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;we've been going out to makan for our long breaks... becuz Wilson's got a car :) so damn convenient laaaaa. last thursday everyone left their bags in the car and walked to bt food centre. i think we had ten odd people, obviously cant fit all in, so fit their bags and off we go. i took the car cuz i am lazy and lazy. yay. then yesterday too, lesser people so we squeeze into the car and went to eat at clementi.. then went to city vibe to kiakia. got the boys excited over the arcade. Jonathan wasted 4 bucks on the soft toy machine. then a dollar on the fighting game machine. it's been ages since i last stepped into an arcade. bad memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;working tomorrow, same place. moooooolah. my not spending scheme seems to be working, i only took money from the wall once this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;need to do the consession thing again soon! i forgot when i last did it *frowns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;a few mondays ago i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auden, is it now, my Tasmanian Devil?&lt;/span&gt; - The secret of lost things by Sheridan Hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Been reading this book for ages. reading really slowly cuz i dont really have all the time in the world. anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Oh! and my parents went down to school to sign the TGS already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When we talk, the world is forgotten, along with time. with curiousity, i asked you what they said. and with regrets, we both wondered. you asked me a question, and i pushed it away with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you know it's not gonna happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. how i wished something would. with solemn eyes, you looked at me, and my heart broke twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(what could've... should've.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3088046229349421407?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3088046229349421407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3088046229349421407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3088046229349421407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3088046229349421407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-weekend-saturday.html' title='Miss you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1670731908427905334</id><published>2009-05-27T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:00:38.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><title type='text'>Get it over with.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Feeling quite tired of everything suddenly. remembered the survey in the library: how many day in a month do you feel full of energy? i wrote 4, cuz there are four weeks in a month, and weekends, more specifically, saturdays, are my sleep days. but sunday is a work day, which mean that i have to finish all my assignments on saturday. bah. how often do you think of life after death? quite often, not that i've figure it out anyway. so i keep on thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind of fucking tired of doing all the work. forgetting. cursing myself. doing overdued assignments. tired tired tired. stoning in class. trying to concentrate. kind of not working but. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes. i lied. i dont feel full of energy 4 times a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[14:14, class.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1670731908427905334?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShfsGkaLJcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IPD4mea2l_M/s320/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338995480867841474" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moooooooooooooooooooooovie.&lt;div&gt;NAIGHT AT DER MUSEUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good! i was expecting myself to fall asleep cuz i had school from 8-5, and work from 6-10. (yes, whole day in the same clothes- except for work. was all sticky and gross, thank you very much.) was also wearing my contacts the whole time, another smack to the forehead to how bady the day had started. i forgot my calculator(smack), my glasses, my notebook. booooo. so i caught this movie half an hour after midnight with the bone. he came over to jurong east to pick me up and we bussed to esplanade and walked to ps. then we walked up 7 escalators. got the tix, the drinks and pops, and off we go. FRONT ROW'S A NECKACHE. but we had th row to ourselves and we stretched out like... nua k. but i couldnt find my comfy position so ): kept shifting around. finished the movie at 2.30-ish, walked to St Andrew's and grabbed a NR5. doozed on the bus.... bus driver was the cool. spinned corners like there's no tomorrow. couldnt really sleep. heh heh. but i prefer this to the morning/afternoon slow pokey drivers. with all the long bus rides, i guess i we spoke quite a lot. we did the LP on the top deck of 97, the PCD, and the works. and we watched TV. HAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got home just before 5am. tired sia. woke up at six pm just now. HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH THE MOVIE WAS REALLY GOOD LEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the new characters and the old too. Bobbing Einsteins, Spacemonkey Able, giant octopus, Napoleon, George Washington, like wow, and the Egyptian prince's big brother keen on overtaking the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were loop-holes la. dont wna say. dont spoil the movie for you any further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was fun, work was fun, movie was great, BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps:wna go for EE Camp!!!!!!! hey ho lets gooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TDEkAuA33-"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TDEkAuA33-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8085474189642883750?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8085474189642883750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8085474189642883750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8085474189642883750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8085474189642883750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-it-started-with-alright-scene.html' title='But it started with an alright scene.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShfsGkaLJcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IPD4mea2l_M/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7013939444443027196</id><published>2009-05-20T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:37:08.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Twenty twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/A5rB3fV70R"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/A5rB3fV70R" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;Feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;Lessons today..went by like a breeze.. not exactly smooth sailing, more like turbulent wind i guess. Quite. Had delicious peanut pancake thing. yums. New favourite easy to eat food. cheap too. hafiz brought a cup of corn to class (EG1). both of us got nagged at for bringing food. hoho. miss ong so cute. Bah. Math quiz tomorrow. tutorial pass up by tomorrow. autocad assignment by tomorrow. hello, why am i blogging. i've been very angsty recently. how sia. classmate also said. 'siala why so angry sia?' ): AI DUNO WAI LAIDAT. so frustrated. stress also, hell. on brighter note! Engmec. i think im understanding more, thanks to Ray's tutoring. and answering all my goondu questions. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;So tired. IS class. next tuesday got speech again. how sia. newspaper article, need to find something interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;back to EG1, bye anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because it's facinating to watch you breathe, and all your quirky expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7013939444443027196?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7013939444443027196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7013939444443027196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7013939444443027196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7013939444443027196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/twenty-twelve.html' title='Twenty twelve.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6246744339746556065</id><published>2009-05-17T22:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:54:14.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Two heart beating together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShAhs0DORYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sbHRMtp-Ibk/s1600-h/4163_100295155438_604665438_2611944_3240171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShAhs0DORYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sbHRMtp-Ibk/s320/4163_100295155438_604665438_2611944_3240171_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336802612204160386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesha at Arab street with schoolmates last friday, pictures on my FB if you wna seeeeeeeeeeee. played truth or dare, so crazy. but frankly quite mild la. wasnt so siao cuz i dont think we were that high. hehe. amazing. after sheesha, we went somewhere else to lepak cuz we were fucking hot at aladdin. so we walked....to city hall. where to exactly, i cant remember. i remember zara. mcflurry. bitching about exboyfriends. HOHO. yuanxing, beeying and me were the only girls, and only chinese. there WAS Kirk too, but he left early (Awwwwwwwwwwwww yuanxingggggggg.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. funfunfun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home at around midnight i think? then i did laundry. packed the house. the room. did my nails. and slept at 4 AM. SIAO RIGHT. shagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, woke up, prepare for Malaysia and all. and off we go, into the cab. haha. lazy to train/bus and all. went to Queen's (huang hou. IDK WAZZAT IN ENGLISH. my own trslatn!) and got clothes for Xxuan while momma aunt and sissy get mani and pedis. NO FAIR ): BUT my nails are nice too! just dont bring it too close to your face k. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the dinner at night... was great. relative meetup like that. everyone looking good, chit chat gossip. after the dinner a few of us cousins went for K SESSION. and NEWAY rocks. the manager, Thomas, is my aunt's godson. sooooooo. we got the big room. and vip treatment. and more drinks. Kempai rocks. Thomas so nice. yay. he got us some fruit beer and we were hooked. then he kept asking me to drink. HAHA. he say one person drink very lonely. *chink glass* drink together la. fun. he a/c us for a while, then left for two hours or so, and then came back at 3am. i think. i did several linkin park songs with jeremiah. WALAU. CRAWLING IN MY SKIN SIA. HHAHAAAAA. then we belted Rihanna, no doubt, all those lor. chinese songs a bit hard for me. a lot of mumbling on my part :B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas very cute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShAiFAbODHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/8CfHCfNt7iE/s320/CIMG0704.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336803027842894962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babelicious bride. wish her all the best! &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6246744339746556065?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6246744339746556065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6246744339746556065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6246744339746556065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6246744339746556065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-heart-beating-together.html' title='Two heart beating together.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ShAhs0DORYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/sbHRMtp-Ibk/s72-c/4163_100295155438_604665438_2611944_3240171_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-9099169815372645877</id><published>2009-05-14T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:40:56.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hookies.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick :|'/><title type='text'>Boy with no name.</title><content type='html'>Travel the world with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started late today, lessons from eight to twelve were cancelled due to Graduation. so our lesson started at 2 :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Nas earlier. slackslack. talktalk. walkwalk. atrium and everywhere. saw Ivan halfway and made him come with us. thn meet Fizzzzzy. :]. Then go class... Engmec. SLEEEEEP. i know right. go class sleep. stupid right. but was feeling unwell. felt like vomitting. have been feeling vomittish for a while already. im not pregnant. shut up. couldnt vomit cuz i didnt eat. sooooo. sleep. then EEPS. HELL YEAH. finally understoon all the wires. and finally learnt how to read the bloody diagramme. quite like sudden enlightenment. sound so bull right. but i just kept pestering Nas and Dhamal (sp?)... and i finally figured out. so fucking proud of myself *beams*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peipei's wedding's coming! so soon la. time flies. even when you're not having fun. though i am. bloopbloop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TSK. feel like. escaping. disappearing. into another timezone for a day and return at the same time. leave at 23.31 for 24 hours and return at 23.31 same day. GAAAAAAAAAH. too much movie. or something. overactive imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch X-men AGAIN LEY. really good. Hugh jackman's really hot. so sexy. im gonna watch the previous few x-men movies. YEH. something to look forward to. but like no time to watch leh. shit la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want. a deliciously good camera. and. new bedsheets. and. spaghetti. and. wooden bangles. and. Dan brown books. and. foolscape. and. time. and. MONEY. and. a vacation. and. encore contact lenses. ALICIA. MY CONTACT LENS. and. so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know. right. demand. buy something for me. love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bite lips*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me you name, stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. SKL TMR. WLU. DAI. WDING. SATRDY. MSIA. YESAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-9099169815372645877?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/9099169815372645877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=9099169815372645877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/9099169815372645877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/9099169815372645877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy-with-no-name.html' title='Boy with no name.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-541834458076914396</id><published>2009-05-11T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:45:40.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Caught me here.</title><content type='html'>Hellllllllllllllllllllllo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school ended at one today. slacked/nua-ed/did math until 2 oddish. rained the whole day. today i understood ELTECH! (: must sit in front more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realized that i've left many assignments undone ): autoCAD, MOL, tutorials, handouts. see already also sian. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw zichuan bringing around 2 HG girls earlier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got home.. then checked thru hw, decided on one to do, and promptly fell asleep ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i good or what. gerald said im a pig. BOO. and NO, i did not put my head anywhere near the laptop so it wasnt hot, i shirted down. AND i was on the bed. weather's perfect for a sleep-in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just woke up half an hour ago :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt HELL LOT better than 2 hours ago, when my stomach was hurting so badly i cant even stand properly. felt like vomeeeeting too, despite the fact that i had not had a sit-down meal today. ate haribo, drank soya bean, you know. snaaaaaack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired lei. feel so piggish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day im gonna steal of of school's table and bring it home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you set a bird free, it will soar and not look back.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* *                      *                      *                                   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with alicia on sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to Suntec and... fareast. brought TWO tees. ONE bag. ONE bracelet. ONE watch. ALOT of food. as usual. majority of moooolah is spent on food. screw food. next time i go out i'll just salivate and chew on styrofoam or smt. gonna watch a movie with Noooooooooooel tomorrow! so excited lor. WOLVERIIIIIIIIIINE AHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SggPXyf7OyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gQ1VQNm6Erg/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334530659987438370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt Hugh hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BORED. DO ASSIGNMENTS. BYE POPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your eyes told me stories you words denies. whom to listen to, the heart whimpered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Precious things- tori amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-541834458076914396?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/541834458076914396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=541834458076914396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/541834458076914396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/541834458076914396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-me-here.html' title='Caught me here.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SggPXyf7OyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gQ1VQNm6Erg/s72-c/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2062280222887945057</id><published>2009-05-07T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:45:50.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emorant =\'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick :|'/><title type='text'>Giving up.</title><content type='html'>&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;Had quite a bad morning, was quite sick until the point when i dont really wanna go to school. but i went. for EEPS. lecturer (sir!) said lesson's pretty important, you skip you liao. so i went despite the whinny eliz whining up a storm in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was a good idea, until 3 pm. bacause 14 students from PB22 went to Beauty world to eat together. like. class outing. cuz it was a far walk. yes, we walked. working up an appetite huh. so.. food was great, company was awesome, bonding was the best. was so cheerful after that two hours long break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then come EEPS. i didnt understand a thing. i couldnt decipher the diagrams. and almost everyone else were following along fine. felt like fuck lor. just stood around and peep here and there. wires wires wires. and then nas reminded me the autocad guy's friend dropped out of poly due to EEPS. quite scared ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school, cabbed home with jon. then they dont accept nets. JIAOWEI. so annoyed. so now i owe jon money. Walau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno why am i writing so much. im going nuts soon. my mom's asking me not to work for another 2 weeks.. cuz of my persistent cough and crazy timetable. ):. i think my immune system shutting down or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money eh. money or rest. money or rest. so fucked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stress ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been discussing life/death with my kakis.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you wanna be in future? how old do you wanna be when you die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i keep thinking.. thinking about life/death a lot recently. past few days lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really demoralized after EEPS. Nas called me, then gave a wee bit boost to my spirits. thn steven called me. said my cough's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really fucked up ah, take care of yourself ley.&lt;/span&gt; talk about work, army, navy, work, school (scratched the surface), meeting up, unsuccessful meetups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for a minute, let me be. let me let go, let me break, let me scream, let me cry, let me scream. just. because i dont know when i'll just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because i dont say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2062280222887945057?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2062280222887945057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2062280222887945057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2062280222887945057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2062280222887945057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/giving-up.html' title='Giving up.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-321969852237589587</id><published>2009-05-06T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:45:45.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick :|'/><title type='text'>When im with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnCFbWjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pex73L0bUE4/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnCFbWjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pex73L0bUE4/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332375244320968354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnBtTh8jI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wXmeqaAc10E/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnBtTh8jI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wXmeqaAc10E/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332375237845709362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnBS0TPJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/H401edXFzg8/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnBS0TPJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/H401edXFzg8/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332375230735400082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnCfP4toI/AAAAAAAAAXU/S1bbgbglpJU/s320/DSC00364.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332375251252196994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-R: Jonathan, hafizzzzzy, nas, harris, iqbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan stays ard. my area. WALAU. and i nvr see him ard before luh. we live 8 minutes' walk from each other lei. went homw w him yesterday. 2 days ago. MONDAY LAH. bus bus bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*                                                       *                                                *       *               *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick. EVERYONE'S sick. Nas is sick. alicia's sick. gerald's sick. EVERYONE IM CHATTING TO VIA MSN IS SICK. gerald said i got it from him thru' the net -.- siao one. hahaha. miss swift's done him in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SICK AH. FORGOT WHAT I WNA BLOG ALR. TOODS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing the money more than the rest. &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/4108378148293740959-321969852237589587?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/321969852237589587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=321969852237589587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/321969852237589587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/321969852237589587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-l-r-jonathan-hafizzzzzy-nas-harris.html' title='When im with you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SgBnCFbWjqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/pex73L0bUE4/s72-c/DSC00363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2424134241539584905</id><published>2009-05-03T19:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:04:34.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>We're the ones who made you</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad Eminem's back. i love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE MADE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*        * *         *                            *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AI AM BAAAAAAAAK FLOM MALAYJAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Malaysia. i love Bukit indah. i love shopping. YAY. but i miss school! and my classmates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side track: rediscovered Linkin park today.. CANT BELIEVE. my nephew influenced me to listen to LP AGAIN. He be the koolest 10 year old in Pioneer Primary. Yeh. AND HE CAN RAP! albeit not the greatest rapper. he can kay. he's my nephew :]. and he told me about a crush of his... OH. he's so growing up too quickly ): apparently the girl's got my length hair, my size eyes.. WHY NOT ME LA. HAHAHAHA. he's so cute. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to malaysia. my cousins! growing up so quickly. think a few months is nothing? look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sf2FOlqDLaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/c2W24cEvwrk/s320/BFAT.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331564019549679010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left: Aug '08.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: May '09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K LA. not much of a difference right. BUT HE CAN WALK NOW!!!! back then he can only wobble around.. crawling from sofa to gate. AWWWWWWWWW. and look at that toothy grin! he's got a full roll of teeth now! and he'd wobble ober to hug me now! :D cute right. and he's super fair. got it from his momma. (cue irritating song..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YA ANYWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's his dajie's birthday.. ZIQING! She's 6! round of applause please... to the xiao chang jin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used to wear the traditional korean costume everywhere. hehe. now she cant fit into the costume anymore. she's got a lovely agar-agar for her birthday, as opposed to the usual blackforest cake.. it's really nice! and hello kitty too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sf2G6HLDvNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0RyL1zxS0Rg/s320/DSC00354.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331565866792500434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really pretty innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*           *  *                         *                                                       *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooooo. school tomorrow. i love new discoveries of old songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sf2H_b4WMlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7jvk1nhKbCw/s320/Kaikai+and+me.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331567057762136658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love cute boys. who have a penchant for bears. cuddly ones, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2424134241539584905?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2424134241539584905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2424134241539584905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2424134241539584905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2424134241539584905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-ones-who-made-you.html' title='We&apos;re the ones who made you'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sf2FOlqDLaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/c2W24cEvwrk/s72-c/BFAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6827753620901487798</id><published>2009-05-01T20:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:30:32.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><title type='text'>I dont think so.</title><content type='html'>Sleeping's such bliss :}&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 2 today, fucking shiok to sleep for long hours.. but i did wake up in the morning, my body clock working. or was it the alarm? i think i forgot to turn off the alarm. heh. but fell promptly back to sleep after that la. havent slept like that since TWO weeks ago. Ultimate TGIF. or, Thank God it's LD. Same difference since they fall on a friday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma's birthday's coming! two weeks to go (: i love my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments.. Nas said there's not much, but i keep thinking there's things i've forgotten. hate that nagging voice in the back of my head. i've been wasting today on youtube, msn, wiki, whatnot. wasted a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work yesterday.. was quite siao. went to supper with my KE LICK afterwards :D yes ah. kelick is colleague, dunno why they must make it sound so weird. KE LICK AH! Isaac and Weihao keep bombing me with questions (both having just undergone the process of a breakup...so ya). I wont actually mind them asking questions, but they dont even give me a chance to answer them. they're just irritating me lah. mei you ban fa. so annoying. one on the left one on the right. Isaac say nx time bring more friends, then one infront, one behind, so that i'll have no way of escaping their persistant annoying questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loeiloei have been caught digging away at my bag under the bed a few times already. dunno what she digging also. so noisy it woke me up. siaokia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stargaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna get some work done. BAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfrrEy59AyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2ofcBBURhFY/s320/DSC00317.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330831576563254050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hafizzzzzzzzzzz. Nas asked me to put this picture up on me blog. heh heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6827753620901487798?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6827753620901487798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6827753620901487798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6827753620901487798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6827753620901487798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-think-so.html' title='I dont think so.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfrrEy59AyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2ofcBBURhFY/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3291574645250807357</id><published>2009-04-29T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:30:42.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hookies.'/><title type='text'>Wolves.</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfhIWuKlPLI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nvAGM5NfAT0/s320/Picture0016.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330089714179718322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stole a photo from Nas' blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas, Hafiz (background, black tee boy) and me. my kool klassmatez. we always break together.. makan or slack one corner together. and Nas always carry my laptop. Yay. laptop's super duper uber fuper lupin' HEAVY. and i mean heavy. my arm'd ache after carrying for like. 5 minutes. then change arm. then both ache. shiok much? so that's why Mister naso comes in handy :D hehe. he stole my smilies .__. i forgot to kill him. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far school's been.. really fun. everyday is something new, which is great. i'm looking forward to school, and im not as annoyed as i thought i'd be, to be waking up bright in the morning again. despite the super dry eyes. and the tendency to fall asleep on the bus ride home. if i take bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and Jonathan's staying nearby!!! We might go to school tgt : D if we can manage to make plans. Ohhh. cannot dont mention the breaks. how i dread them during the first few days, and how i cherish them now! lecturers always release us earlier! so shiok. slack here, makan there. chitchat. listen to the boys talk about girls. try to comprehend malay language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been trying the ban miens. and tomyams. walau. cannot find really good ones lei. how sia. how to beat WM's? had some barely cooked noodles and weak tomyam soup for lunch. boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow im working at six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get off at six from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heng lecturer said that he normally end early (: HENG. or i dai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la. im done ranting. forgot what else i have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you know what? i miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3291574645250807357?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3291574645250807357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3291574645250807357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3291574645250807357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3291574645250807357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/wolves.html' title='Wolves.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfhIWuKlPLI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nvAGM5NfAT0/s72-c/Picture0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3703828649408233263</id><published>2009-04-27T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:57:35.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><title type='text'>Trouble leave and return twice as big.</title><content type='html'>Awesome.&lt;div&gt;my 'enter' button is still cocked up. having a very hard time, no pun intended, while using it. now trying to find a way to use my laptop without using the enter. like. an alternative button. booooobieee. mo pian. who dont use enter?!?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for laptop config. with Grace and Nas today, mine took DAMN DAMN DAMN long. I end school at one, at i left school only at 5 plus lor. half-way thru we went to eat, then I went to meet Suren @ LT 22 for a talk. Waaaaaah. tired. homework. but really lazy to do. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow need to do more on laptop *grumbles* super heavy. need a laptop cover really badly. heavy shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfWuG5pHKyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iW5zofrl7vs/s200/Samuel+Morse%27s+Bd.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357167638555426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And isnt this nice! Today's Samuel Morse's birthday. goggle's so cool that when i got there i forgot what i wanna search. i was just staring at the Morse code. prolly for Google. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3703828649408233263?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3703828649408233263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3703828649408233263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3703828649408233263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3703828649408233263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/trouble-leave-and-return-twice-as-big.html' title='Trouble leave and return twice as big.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SfWuG5pHKyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iW5zofrl7vs/s72-c/Samuel+Morse%27s+Bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8240939422483842969</id><published>2009-04-24T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:13:59.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngeeann ah.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><title type='text'>Scars remind me</title><content type='html'>Awesome. i havent use the laptop for 5 days. totally awesome. &lt;div&gt;no time to use. bleh. school's been.. wow k. week one is over, finally. so far it's been promising :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing some very interesting things in our random classrooms/lecture theatres/whathaveits. light switches, binary numbers, COMTECH, oh yeah. i like. saw some Hg students over the span of five days. and i go home everyday with different people. HAHA. very full of shit right? monday danny and co., tuesday beeying, and so on.. kinda forgot the rest la. :].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting to school early is so tough. probability of getting enough sleep is low. getting on bus 185 at 6.45am is impossible. so i gave up trying. gonna take bus/mrt/bus from now on, to school. uphill/downhill's killing my legs. constantly aching. struggling along in ELTECH is tough. physics much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT on the bright/fried side, classmates are mostly pleasant, yes.  math is in my life again. getting a lot of excercise. have a group of rowdy/noisy friends. and early dismissals are great too. and 15 minutes break. (i think we took our break too seriously. we went out of campus. hahaha.) and funny teachers. and having subway in school kinda rock, even if i havent had the chance to have it due to its popularity. Subway cookies FTW. Get to meet Noel almost everyday too! : D! Missed her sooooo much. having her in the same school is sooo great, she's like my guardian angel k. she tip me on everything and anything under the sun.. she lend me her textbooks (yay to saving money : D) that cost like ave. $15 per book. im just gauging. gosh. gauging is such an ugly word. bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,the things you say hurts even if i dont say it does. yes, ms put-on-a-strong-front. what happened to break down and cry? i hate you and your moodswings. YOU. read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked today @ 1PD. With Isaac the siaokia. went straight to 1PD after school ends at 5.. and only got there on the dot. Didnt get my clothes, so Isaac went to my house to get it for me (: many many thanky. or i confirm late. even if i cab. work was whining session/update on how's school going and how classmates are....amongst sign ups and top ups.  working on Sunday *stabs self* too. So i guess i cant go out tomorrow until i finish my homework/assignments/tutorials. HELL LOT. watch me gag. *breathe* think about the money. pocket money. clothes. shoes. laptop bag. wdv.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mistake? dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confused? much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont know if i can keep moving along.. maybe the tide will bring me down, once and for all. i wonder if i am doing the right thing, juggling like an untrained clown. the balls fall, one after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8240939422483842969?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8240939422483842969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8240939422483842969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8240939422483842969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8240939422483842969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/scars-remind-me.html' title='Scars remind me'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3788276398976266887</id><published>2009-04-20T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:21:25.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><title type='text'>Hey baby.</title><content type='html'>First day of school!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too bad.. (:. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad stressed for me to bring a jacket..he said the rooms are very cold. glad i did : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he sent me to school.. was very nervous. he then bring me all the way to blokc 5 despite my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here can already! bus stop! daddy! &lt;/span&gt;THANK GOODNESS he brought me in lor. or i confirm late. (hah i told my momma. she was sooooo smug. ) Then EG1.. ELTECH. WOW. physics k, eltech. i was soooo lost. as usual. give me formula i also can fit in wrongly. =\ Heng got Danny beside me. the A for Science boy. Hung ard after school... met Danny's friends, walk to the EE General office and saw Isaac's aunt!!! so surprised k. hahaha. cnt believe i forgot he told me she work at the office for engineering department. went to the office to get our welcome pack, the shoebag and all.. cute stuffs. happens to be all red, except the shoebag. : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Danny and i went to collect the engineering tee shirt, while his friends went for class.. only to find that their lessons actually starts an hours later. so we went to the pretty warm library to sit and...nua. we were thinking of starting a Sleeping Club. WAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOKOK. damn shagged. took bus home, journey was an hour odd! WOW RIGHT. jurong to clementi lei. so tired. i tried sleeping but cnt, never could sleep on buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i brought school notes for EG1  and ELTECH. and completed the notes we did today. so hardworking lor. my momma saw and was like 'wow first day got homework already ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn chui today. so i gave her a weak smile and continue to do my physics. oh physics. so difficult to understand. );. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLEEP SOON. SO TIRED. BYE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3788276398976266887?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3788276398976266887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3788276398976266887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3788276398976266887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3788276398976266887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-baby.html' title='Hey baby.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7642621224249026487</id><published>2009-04-17T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:31:48.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.</title><content type='html'>God. how am i gonna start my first day? *stabs myself*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timetable. First two days are. good? 9am-12pm, 8am-11am respectively. if there's work confirm still can make it. havent made any friends in my course cuz i didnt turn up for the orientation (forgot. seriously.) and sooooo. zhemeban. wednesday/thursday/friday looks quite bad, with weird breaks here and there.. wow k. awesome. now. how!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to meet noel. but she start at 8am. maybe i'll meet her afterwards. maybe. cuz i have to wait for her for an hour (dnu if i can take it. haaaaaa.) or else it's wed/thurs/fri alr. hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if i dont make friends :| (cues reader thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;har. that's for skipping your orientation camps, dumb.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what ifs. bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up at nine today. :].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school.school.school.school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im most probably going to use xx's laptop for the first week..most prolly, cuz i need to get my laptop repaired.  DAD. HELP ME PLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):. feeling quite pessimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEETUPANYONE?&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/4108378148293740959-7642621224249026487?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7642621224249026487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7642621224249026487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7642621224249026487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7642621224249026487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/schooooooooooooooool.html' title='SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5212574796034711933</id><published>2009-04-16T02:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:19:20.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>The ground beneath your feet.</title><content type='html'>Many a time, things do not go according to plan.&lt;div&gt;*    *  *      *            *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work today, Isaac drove me to and fro again, many spanks (:. work was superb. Isaac and my laptop took turns to go on strike! So frustrating. but yuh. Isaac enjoyed la. weird as usual. mr bone called me halfway thru' work! hung up quickly when i told him i was at work. hehe. then he called again at night to talk and all.... seems like Steven's growing up :|. I've been dreaming again! must be due to excess sleep, seriously. i remember a three people.. standing in the same stance.. kinda like those mirrors.... ugh. no one knows what im talking about, i might as well stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate vague dreams. very annoying. and like it's said, the more you try to focus on them, the more the slip away. for mine, as far as concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching Ugly Betty! (lian xu ju, BOOYAH.) I'm still at Ep 13 though. OF season one. so yaaaaaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite worried of how timetable might turn out to be. hmm. cuz if it's early stuffs...i think i might just rot. but i'll handle it, one way or another. Gosh. I dont even know, almost six months had gone by since i left Hg. Wow. i've slacked thru' (more or less) half a year. Heck. it's more than six months. and this is the longest job i've held on to. im so glad for it :]. I'm also gonna try to stick with it thru' school, but if it doesnt work out ): i'll just do weekends or something. boo. St moment. bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timetable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to buy lemons. and cucumbers. and clean the house tomorrow. :]. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fleeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5212574796034711933?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5212574796034711933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5212574796034711933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5212574796034711933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5212574796034711933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ground-beneath-your-feet.html' title='The ground beneath your feet.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-226013507806123168</id><published>2009-04-11T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:09:59.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Without you :}</title><content type='html'>Yessssssssssss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for the blood donation at last, with sister one, sister two and sister two's boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But. Only me nd chris managed to donate blood.. cuz dorothy's under weight and the bf is.. i forgot. YAH. so. : D feeling good, though there was a sudden dizzy spell when i got home. nice of them to provide snacks before we leave. waiting time was.. a okay (: and was expecting it to hurt like hell, but nada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half way thru' i wanted to shift the blanket (they provided) cuz my feet were cold. wao and the ppl were like 'hey hey dont move the needle's in your vein.. dangerous..!' then one of them asked 'eh you wna run away ah? dnt forget to take the bag of blood along k!' cute. haha. quite the embarassment. my sister was laughing across the room.. HAH. small vein. when i was done the needle wasnt even in her arm! quite glad to have something big for once.. process doesnt hurt too badly. but i did forget to squeeze the stress-ball, the ppl will walk ard and remind me.. heh. oh yeah. needle is still very huge. the wound is pretty... okay. just the bandage was horribly itch inducing. so i took it off after an hour plus, instead of the suppose to two hours. but betcha they expected that many ppl would do that, and imposed a two hours just for people like me :}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right. loeiloei was sick this afternoon ): vomited 4 times, gross. but she seems better after vomitting! she was moping around the whole day.. like she was guilty or something.. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah. nothing else. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-226013507806123168?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/226013507806123168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=226013507806123168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/226013507806123168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/226013507806123168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/without-you.html' title='Without you :}'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2584984593011323432</id><published>2009-04-10T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:57:03.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Story.'/><title type='text'>Who will take the Son?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare art pieces. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam Conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous, but unfortunately died while saving a fellow soldier. The father was notified immediately, and he grieved deeply for his only son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month later, on an ordinary afternoon, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your shared love for the art.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young man held out the large bulky package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man himself. He stared in awe at the way the young man had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his collection of arts. Many influential people turned up for the auction, excited to see the great collection and also at the opportunity to purchase them to add to their own collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the platform sat the first item: the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the auctioneer persisted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another voice raised angrily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still the auctioneer continued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I'll give $10 for the painting.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We have $10, who will bid $20?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The auctioneer pounded the gavel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man sitting on the second row shouted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Now let's get on with the collection!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The auctioneer laid down his gavel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'What about the paintings?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the collection of arts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man who took the son gets everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.&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/4108378148293740959-2584984593011323432?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2584984593011323432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2584984593011323432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2584984593011323432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2584984593011323432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-will-take-son.html' title='Who will take the Son?'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1215404474925402724</id><published>2009-04-10T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:50:41.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>I just don't really care.</title><content type='html'>Youtube FTW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching videos from disneykid1 and communitychannel. similar styles.. only today had i come to enjoy disneykid1's way and manners. heh. he's really just a boy. who's extremely sensetive. yeaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My momma asked me to check out the big sweep results earlier on, and nada, didnt get no cash. she just popped in to ask me about the results, i was like 'don't have la.' then a big grin.. she ask me go eat shit. MY MOMMA. eat shit. my momma. we also went to the pasar malam, she brought me food to fatten me up for christmas, and suddenly she said 'you know what day is it today?' i was like 'mom, good friday.? i know.' then she went on 'yeah, Jesus died today years back, and here we are.. eating such rich food' wao, and i stopped eating k. i didnt think about it ): sorry Jesus. I'm so full of shit right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gg for blood donation with my sisters tomorrow, most prolly not gg for Qam's gig, also cuz he called and said the location's pretty f-ed up, small and.. not safe. i think. that's the gist of it la. so i'll attend his next upcoming gig i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Kelly's baptism-cum-first-communion-cum-confirmation! isn't it cool. three in one. it's gonna last three hours, coincidently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found my missing-for-two-weeks cardigan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;notebook&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pencilbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and clothes! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tee-sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;irts&lt;/span&gt;. oh gun. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt;. really serious. i think right. i need a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;money &lt;/span&gt;first. shoppging. yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sd9plNrGfGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rKwy7LOHWJE/s200/Glazzez..jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323089372621732962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new glasses! :D plastik. yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1215404474925402724?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1215404474925402724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1215404474925402724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1215404474925402724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1215404474925402724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-dont-really-care.html' title='I just don&apos;t really care.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sd9plNrGfGI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rKwy7LOHWJE/s72-c/Glazzez..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6105890322851880626</id><published>2009-04-08T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:56:27.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Takes one to know one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AuqZs-5Fh2"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AuqZs-5Fh2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;Work later. just finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;Rarr. havent read a book in ages. Damn bored.! Cake baking last night was an ultimate flunk/failure/dud/whatyoucallit. Sad lei. i made one, tasted, and threw the remaining mix away. Yeaaaaaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6105890322851880626?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6105890322851880626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6105890322851880626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6105890322851880626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6105890322851880626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/takes-one-to-know-one.html' title='Takes one to know one.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8699191776036522283</id><published>2009-04-07T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:12:46.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>Today i made dinner with my sister!&lt;div&gt;we're going semi-vegetarian today :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz my dad and mom are sick, down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with throat aches, cough, whatnots.:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i cutted my finger while doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up the cauliflower. kind of silly, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always manage to cut myself when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm cooking. or holding something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharp. Bleah. Watched 13 going on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 again, wao, and the songs, totally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. so 60s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8699191776036522283?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8699191776036522283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8699191776036522283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8699191776036522283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8699191776036522283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-in-middle.html' title='Caught in the middle'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2485515405555894584</id><published>2009-04-05T21:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:47:46.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Taking me over.</title><content type='html'>(;&lt;div&gt;Back from Farmstay. didum. had mozzie bites on me thigh. everywhere. rain on both days. managed to see the goats, baby and all. pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0FgLO8VI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hW_8Z9Inp14/s200/DSC00119.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321200966367637842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was saying 'Jerry, smile!' and he did this smile with his hands. bleh. camshy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0FxCrfgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/V8KGm3Nsowg/s200/DSC00124.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321200970895162882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;detoured, went to the wet market. there's a pet shop there. if you can spot a hamster there.. right smack in the middle...and a little to the top. (sleeping, so you cant see eyes, in case you were searching.) and right. they sell scorpions and tarantulas. and fighting fishes, cats, dogs, rabbits, guinea pigs (hey, Ah Pui brand!), and mealworms. Yeaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0GNnc2lI/AAAAAAAAAU8/HGpd-YvRvKg/s200/DSC00129.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321200978565585490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three rooms, we took one. and sixteen (12?) people slept in one room. cool or what. ti-lam FTW. i think we left it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;in order (: hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0GcF7KuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Z8pJ7vb-Cjo/s200/DSC00130.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321200982451497698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the barbeque pit and a cooking gas stove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0GQnfVmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A0l-9kUKWVU/s200/DSC00138.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321200979371054690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big old old old meanass goat. head's been stuck for who knows how long. it's always there.. as far as i've seen it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi4TDi95AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I-CRxmKZ4-4/s200/DSC00143.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321205597247235074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babe goat. two weeks old only! adorable only until it baaaas in your face. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi4TpcRg9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/H-Zjvhx1iH8/s200/DSC00170.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321205607419708370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unripe lychees. cool hor. got durian trees too. apparently in a few months' time they'll all be good to eat! awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi4Tnme-RI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zIzYdPe-kJ4/s200/DSC00162.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321205606925662482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool old things we didnt even sit in. just snapped a picture and we went elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi4UHN0ScI/AAAAAAAAAVs/C8QttaZp8Ds/s200/DSC00174.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321205615412136386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mosquito coils that saved our lives k. one in the outdoors, one in the kitchen.. one at the barbeque's.. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi4Ub0-LsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gsiMHkFhq1Q/s200/DSC00182.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321205620945071810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conquering jerry at a game of wuguehpai. FTW. it's not dai di! i'd not teach him dai di lor. (anws if it's dai di die lo. cards suck cardboards.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo.. a couple of firsts experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting on the steps, watching the rain gradually stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chasing turkeys around the field. three turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching a spider wrap some ants for supper/ next day's breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching ants march into the house and steal our food.. shitload of ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing turkeys fly up into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to malay ghost stories as though there's so normal.. and everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;breaking a spider's web and feeling very sorry about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching a spider rebuild its web&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;witnessing the collection of goats' milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. it was a fun trip, no doubt. but a second trip there? hmmm. the stench of goats is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad. real funky. cant believe aunt actually is contemplating her wedding ceremony there. 'Aiya, smelly also smelly one time mah... once in a lifetime lei... special mah...' all that. what the fuck. sure you want the ceremony remembered as the 'Smelly Goat Place'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think not. heh. :}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2485515405555894584?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2485515405555894584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2485515405555894584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2485515405555894584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2485515405555894584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-farmstay.html' title='Taking me over.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sdi0FgLO8VI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hW_8Z9Inp14/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4158201630954634301</id><published>2009-04-02T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:25:24.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Some of us are reaching for stardust</title><content type='html'>Was watching City of Angels (1998).. half an hour into the film, i felt the urge to blog. so here!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But frankly. i've got no topic. today was quite the bore. nothing exciting is happening, ever, man. no work, only thing to look forward to is Malaysia trip this weekend. looking forward to it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very, very much&lt;/span&gt;. but what about Loeiloei? bummer. and the housepigs? oh man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin's wedding in May! So happy for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been reading xiaxue's blog. saw her videos. yeah. she's looking good blonde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought a packet of FOX'S! I love FOX'S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:|.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love KHONG GUAN too. &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;need to paint my nails soon. ciao! i managed to waste 30 seconds of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hold on to your breath; it may be the last thing you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4158201630954634301?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4158201630954634301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4158201630954634301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4158201630954634301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4158201630954634301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-of-us-are-reaching-for-stardust.html' title='Some of us are reaching for stardust'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3330394276608870874</id><published>2009-03-31T15:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:54:03.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><title type='text'>Let it go and come back in your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Push the misery to one side; it might disappear over the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've finally decided to play with C902'camera. it's not too bad! wa zai, cannot compare to canon/nikon/whatsoever. but as a camera phone :] the girl's well satisfied. except for the zoom. kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHB93TOsCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Msd0fr5s-kI/s320/DSC00074.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245903462051874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulips from my sissy's birthday 3 days ago- petals are falling off at the slightest touch. taken at 4 am. cuz i was bored and bored. pretty innit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHB-UDqA6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/lzah9XDJN_I/s320/DSC00092.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245911181362082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coin purse that i dont use. lovely shade of pink. brought it to school ONCE. and only once. playing with the macro feature. pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHB-K3lC8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/JSHiRByI9To/s320/DSC00086.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245908714785730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldnt help myself. my lovely watch from one birthday ago. havent worn it in ages ( since i stopped school, pretty much), and am currently taking every chance i have to wear it. heh. until i forget, that is. &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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHB9hathSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/V2ij0eKXFIs/s320/DSC00049.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245897587852578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who dont know, these are the house guinea pigs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the left is porkchop, the little neat girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the right is ah pui AKA Freddy AKA Chickenchop, the big messy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. he got three name. ( but basically he wont respond, so it doesnt actually matter whatsoever, right?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes ah. they are getting along so well! sleeping side by side for warmth.. taking turns to eat (food bowl ain't big enough for a candle lit dinner for two) and all. Freddy kept a brave front when i when to put more food into the bowl. he sat very. very. very still- something that porkchop didnt do until recently- but alas. i accidentally knocked onto the metal cage and a loud &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ping!&lt;/span&gt; sent Brave ole Freddy into the dark refuge, side along side with porkchop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early today- trying to adjust to morning life. so i'm sleeping very little, but who gives a shit. went to do grocery shopping, realize that sometimes not every goes according to plan. bummer, no bittergroud tonight. bummer. bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's soup :B Sze yang chye soup, yo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also work later. :\.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sibei sian. haha. not enough sleep. very annoying, the way my hands are trembling. kabei she me, hands no need sleep what. jiao wei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gun. hanging out with chinese swearing folks is doing me good! But i still catch no balls when two people, highly fluent in hokkien, are conversing. i'll be like.. ay, ta jiang she me? then ni jiang she me? after a while i'll heck care, they can be talking about coffee in china for all i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. checked my enrolment status. successful. doesnt give me the feeling of euphoria as anyone would... wont they? Hmmm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept checking out the window. oh yeah, i'm situated by the window again today. bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this place.. thought i'll get back ache. YA, ASK ME WHY I DONT WANNA NUA IN BED LOR. ASK. gah. so anal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHKudUBTgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O1n8UkI8SPg/s200/DSC00097.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319255534392659458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where im at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3330394276608870874?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3330394276608870874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3330394276608870874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3330394276608870874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3330394276608870874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-go-and-come-back-in-your-heart.html' title='Let it go and come back in your heart.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SdHB93TOsCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Msd0fr5s-kI/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6092140827768688186</id><published>2009-03-30T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:25:36.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>This is my mixtape for you.</title><content type='html'>Hur. first time the fax machine obeyed me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a dream, a very long and sceneful dream. sceneful. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah anyway. went to get the dream dictionaries and interprete as mucch as i remembered. basically it was the fact that i dreamt of my grandfather for the first time that gave me drive to find the meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd. i just almost cried. relating the dream to me momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt of.. a cousin of mine. who likes to collect balls (in the dream, duh). i stole band-aids. like suppose to be 1 for 20cents, i took 2. and paid 20cents. the other shopkeeper somewhat saw but bochap lei. i dreamt of a funfair. i dreamt of a school event. i dreamt that a friend got expelled. the accepted into NP. then i met another friend. and was bloody happy to see her, i hug her and laugh wildly. i dreamt that a friend threatened me and made a cut on my ear, and it bled. i dreamt of a teacher. who had a guinea pig which looked like a skinnier version of porkchop. i dreamt of stealing furnitures.&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;Basically it's all positive, even the impending death. walau the ear cut means i have to listen to constructive critism lei. imagine. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ey, you look fat. slim down.&lt;/span&gt; imagine. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go and get liposuction.&lt;/span&gt; imagine lei. haha. okok. constructive. i'll keep in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nabei. chui ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out for supper with Isaac and Weeyew at midnight. go all the way to eunos there for mee sua.. with all the disgusting pig innards. so i ate something else. then after food. Isaac tell his tale. Weeyew gave.. constructive critism. heh. then go geylang. da kai yen jian kay. walau eh. then after that send Weeyew to his friend's house, Isaac drove me home.. yeah. collapse in bed and slept for 12 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams.. what do they really mean. contrasting meanings. :|.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pausing to think, Eliz leaned back and stared straight. 'Monetize' stared right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; What the fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, she thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that's something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. forgetting her last thought, her eyes drifted to the pile of books beside her laptop. DREAM DICTIONARY- An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Subconcious Mind. The Complete Book of DREAMS. The Dream Interpreter. Dictionary of Dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah yeah. subcon eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; then she tried to remember a bit more of her dreams. the crying, the fair, the person she was stealing for.. who? the teacher she was pissed of at.. which teacher? Focusing too hard is only making the image off-focus. So she gave up. it'll come to her. Like how a dream once came back to her at a supermarket, standing there, her grasping onto an orange like a life-line. she sort-of zone out for a while, then she remembered where she was. Yeah. it'll be back. Later rather than sooner. She then passed a glance at the papers beside the books. Ahhhh. Poly. Must remember to check enrolment status tomorrow. or the day after. The little sigh escaped her mouth again, telling more than her face would show. a sudden vulnerability overtook her face.. just for a mere second. her face then harden, and with a hard look in her face, she got up and walked away. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6092140827768688186?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6092140827768688186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6092140827768688186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6092140827768688186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6092140827768688186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-mixtape-for-you.html' title='This is my mixtape for you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4738154019360026702</id><published>2009-03-28T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:36:01.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><title type='text'>Eliz votes Earth. you should, too.</title><content type='html'>:].&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing little icons. for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's dajie's birthday. Celebrating tomorrow.. though i'll be working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to go to plaza sing to meet syadiq.. but you know. cant. sorry ah boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Icons FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sc3hMJb1hCI/AAAAAAAAATc/uFRm8WWg6tM/s320/Votes+earth.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318154333801776162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4738154019360026702?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4738154019360026702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my fuck. so emo. slit wrist and die, kay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥Jonathan rhys meyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKING SEXY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PMS.PMS.PMS.PMS.PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Giving a sigh, she press and held down the 'backspace' key. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, she thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this stuff can kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now, let's begin again, with a clean fresh page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; her fingers went flying over the keyboard as her thoughts flew, again, to the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh man, if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.... she mused. fingers poised over the keyboard, she let her imagination fly, third time today. his eyes... oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wake up, Eliz. you're suppose to be doing something productive today, remember? something along the line of... what is it again? bah, fly away, work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; she let out a silent sigh. her thoughts firmly away from the boy, her fingers ran away again. but yet, at the tiny corner of her mind, he was still there, waving his arms, grinning at her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long can i hide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how far can i go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna be a novelist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is bursting. yes, brainjuice, leak out. flow, flow. i'm so fucking gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First major scratch on the new phone. *heart shatters* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabei. pain leh. such an obvious place. thank goodness i asked mom to buy a screen protector for me *thankful* bueh tahan the whole plastic condom like cover. bueh tahan. fucking defeats the purpose of a nice pretty phone, innit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, miss, i can cuss as much as i want. i'm the queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wa zai. i sound crazy right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lack of a direction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, E.&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/4108378148293740959-190849015260135510?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/190849015260135510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=190849015260135510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/190849015260135510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/190849015260135510'/><link 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fifty-two.&lt;div&gt;♑.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudden mad rush when Isaac reminded me to send in work schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Excel expired. &amp;amp; i couldn't update my own schedule. Isaac had to do it for me. many thanks ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished HP Deathly Hallows. YESAH. finally. might might MIGHT start on SoUE. Must ask steven if there is the series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*keep in mind keep in mind keep in mind.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Browsing thru'&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt; nat dee&lt;/a&gt; again, and old pictures on FB. Clearing junk mails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and emptying the recycle bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear. emptying the recycle bin is damn shiok. kay, cheep thrill. i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work.. Isaac drove me again. Thanks many many. Black bike rock. helmets not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven-aka-tekong-boy called me during work. talked to Afred too. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else.. sleep i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eliz hit the stub of the 'Enter' key and proceeded to look at the end product. being satisfied with it, she closed down everything, her forefinger hovering uncertainly over the mouse, thoughts chasing each other as she struggles to remember if there's anything she'd have forgotten, then with a very resoluted click, she decided, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what the heck. tomorrow's a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, and the screen slowly went blue, then black as death itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2016694099982308149?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2016694099982308149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2016694099982308149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2016694099982308149'/><link rel='self' 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floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pack shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change bedsheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to town with lin + jem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Lets out biggest sigh in the world.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just ate food.ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye outside world, hello housework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5841916899160048736?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5841916899160048736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5841916899160048736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Work :0'/><title type='text'>Dead and gone.</title><content type='html'>Wa, nabei &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chui &lt;/span&gt;ah. two consecutive chui days makes one feel like.. not moving ever again. today's work was almost non-stop. i only break once, and it was a short toilet break, mind. didn't go for makan cuz i was.. lazy and lazy and dont know what to eat and starving myself and on a diet and lazy and the control. being control is. kind of no break kind of shit. and because i missed several serial numbers, i had to (with the help of Weeyew and Alan, manymanymanymany tx) find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eleven numbers&lt;/span&gt; i missed. eleven ah? small kick la.. yes, if the kick lands on you ass, easy. eleven out of 204 serial numbers, three diferrent types. was pushing the task as far as i can.. until one hour before we knock off, i decided to put my foot down and do it. &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;sigh. thank goodness got them. or else i'll be in my own space for like. forever. laoban went to buy bread for everyone to eat and was nagging at me to eat then cont'd, cuz i didnt had my dinner break. in the end also go home eat cold gan lao mien from M.sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only Sg have this kind of good food... that taste good even when cold. Nahbei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chui ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non-stop. crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-304724754505795013?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/304724754505795013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=304724754505795013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/304724754505795013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/304724754505795013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-and-gone.html' title='Dead and gone.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2001344294547124254</id><published>2009-03-22T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:23:51.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSNing ^-^'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>Nobody, nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>Memento mori.&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;Went to bugis with Alicia today, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hag ah&lt;/span&gt;. got the hoodie cardi, flats, a grey JD tee, a skinny black cool belt, and.... uh. dont remember. oh yeh. an owl print tee and a dolphin print dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally regret the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALICIA! I REGRET THE DRESS!! ):!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at HK Restaurant. nothing impressive. price is too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah.never again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no offense, Aly. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home at 11 plus, Loeiloei was so excited she insisted on jumping everywhere for 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then phone.. change memory card. and voila, C902.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ScUs_hMzeRI/AAAAAAAAATU/EbiiIkDf-q0/s320/sony-ericsson-c902-1.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315704404936194322" /&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;Sexy right. i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la. it's regular. just the type i want. reg. ole. joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working tomorrow *inserts jiao-bin* confirm half sleeping on feets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been having dbl eyelids for a couple of days already. i wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorothy texted me from Batam just now :B she's stuck indoors with the rain outside, like me at Bugis earlier. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven called from Tekong. talktalktalktalktalk. phone call cut. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac wanna psycho me to eat and grow fat *glowers in his general direction* evil biker. He's the ultimate baichi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISAAC said (01:31):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz. said (01:31):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISAAC said (01:31):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;panda eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nite :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz. said (01:31):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shen jing bing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baichi right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn: OUR SCHEDULES ARE SO OFF. I LOVE BLUE TOO. CAN YOU TELL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Giver is on my mind. tx, babe. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;Natalie dee&lt;/a&gt; rocks my sock. one sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired. love the new phone. so excited. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memento mori.&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/4108378148293740959-2001344294547124254?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2001344294547124254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2001344294547124254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2001344294547124254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2001344294547124254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='Nobody, nobody but you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/ScUs_hMzeRI/AAAAAAAAATU/EbiiIkDf-q0/s72-c/sony-ericsson-c902-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3755983638337612932</id><published>2009-03-20T04:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:22:52.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>You're still a good-for-nothing i don't know.</title><content type='html'>.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't blue cool? (: i like i love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four ten. cant sleep. reading happy potter. harry potter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordered C902 already, ordered it in black and it'll be here on Saturday (hehheh. sexcited.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sibeh sian, everytme i see W910i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insomnia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dl-ed the latestest version of windows live. not impressed much. heh. cuz i havent seen the features yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sissy heading to Batam tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Thinkthinkthink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my new obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3755983638337612932?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3755983638337612932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3755983638337612932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3755983638337612932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3755983638337612932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-hear-me-crying-out.html' title='You&apos;re still a good-for-nothing i don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8363596069389045319</id><published>2009-03-17T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:26:55.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>She's a mystery, she's too much for me.</title><content type='html'>Three fifteen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still reading Order, (cues Isaac's annoying 'Again?! Aiyo.) getting annoyed with the books too, already. doesnt seem to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again right. idk what to occupy my time with once i'm done with all seven books. im thinking of series of unfortunate events :B must ask Steven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work today (yesterday?), Andrew dropped by to chitchat with Alfred, then left 1/2 an hour later. after work, went to take bus home with zhi xian. both of us were so exhausted. i didnt even retort when he teased me. heh. then on the bus. i changed sits three times ._. him lor. so mafan. then i showed him my wrist, and performed 'magic'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. obviously, zx being zx, act one unimpressed. bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody tired leh. dont know why im not sleeping also. need to buy contact lenses tomorrow. order phone. pay school fees. do online registration. prepare soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not looking forward to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cliché? yes. so much to do, so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8363596069389045319?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8363596069389045319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8363596069389045319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8363596069389045319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8363596069389045319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-mystery-shes-too-much-for-me.html' title='She&apos;s a mystery, she&apos;s too much for me.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5695022959831941626</id><published>2009-03-14T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:18:45.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>And well, don't you see? I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue.</title><content type='html'>:B&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today consisted of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit juices (Apple orange, yumyum)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetable juices (Celery tomato, bleech.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry potter and the order of phoenix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leicha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Basically laaaa. you know. everytime we got bored we just blend two random fruits together, for a perfect combination. limited fruits. so apple orange will suffice. my sis tried and failed banana milk. i tried and failed tomato celery :| but because my dad said it tasted like shit, i downed it all. ALL. all of us expect the big lausai war tomorrow lor, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who cares. everyone was at home, lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. steven called from camp too. was soooo surprised. talked for a few minutes when the forkup connection died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooooo. the big idol show tomorrow. isaac's gonna fetch me there, yay. new bike! exciting ey. gonna wake up tomorrow morning at 8 am, come hell or high water. church. so i'll go to bed.. promptly at one! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's starting soon. so soon. =\.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5695022959831941626?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5695022959831941626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5695022959831941626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5695022959831941626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5695022959831941626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-well-dont-you-see-im-narrator-and.html' title='And well, don&apos;t you see? I&apos;m the narrator, and this is just the prologue.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1901973920597553367</id><published>2009-03-12T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:36:33.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><title type='text'>She’s a player and a downright bore.</title><content type='html'>Ashes and Wine- A Fine Frenzy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awaken at 12 noon by sissy and her bf, they tried to get Loeiloei to disturb me up by annoyance, but because i slept at 5am, i didn't stir much. they kept giggling on the floor. sissy: Morning, wanna go have McD? me: grrrrrgh (incoherent mumbling.) But i got up in the end, and we went to have our brunch. then. we went home. to find that neither of us brought the keys out.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i sat outside for half an hour or so.. going thru' jeremiah's science exam papers. TERRIBLE I TELL YOU. he scored a 14.5 over 30. so me lor. kanasai. tried to logic him into understanding. glad to say i was mostly successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his math. COWBELLS. his careless mistakes were soooo apparent. it was when i've gone through with him those problems then he did the smack head thing and 'aiyoh. another careless mistake' gesture. cute eh. lovely boy. i'm gonna try to go through with him his homeworks every day, if i can. everything but chinese, i suppose. and he's got a school journal! i was reading page one hen i heard him saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont read leh~&lt;/span&gt; in a very teh manner.... and i whip the excercise book shut. one thing to har him teh people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hor. i think he wanna be the class monitor, but is hesitant because of his bad results.. and behaviour. he said so himself. he asked offered help to the current class monitor, helping to write some stuffs in a notebook, and he said he's writing very neatly in the notebook! sigh. hope his teacher would assign him to be monitor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Steven's prolly at Tekong now, poor boy, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry potter ah~ bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1901973920597553367?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1901973920597553367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1901973920597553367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1901973920597553367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1901973920597553367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-player-and-downright-bore.html' title='She’s a player and a downright bore.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4408758780359136204</id><published>2009-03-11T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:02:27.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><title type='text'>♥s all over the world tonight;</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt manage to wake up by alarm today, so i woke up at 12. alicia's wake up call. then i slowly got ready, showered, ate, all in ultimate slow motion. at one point, i even remember thinking: why im a taking my own sweet time huh? i'm meeting alicia at 14.30 leh. it's now 14.20. im still at home. yeah. very weird, slow languid beginning of the day. after that, trained down to gombak to accompany alicia to the doctor's. she got me throat medicine! (: throat feels better now, i popped one every few hours. after that, went to get my jeans, toko yaki, then shoes. THEN, gym. oh, gym. if only i have my own machines. if only i live at a condominium. if only i'm a millionaire's daughter. if only i have my personal instructor. if only i can learn yoga. if only one day's got 30 hours. if only there's a time machine. if only these were true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes ah, i'm going crazy. Harry potter, book 4. Hairpins. UOB. Za. OM Tablets. iPod. Duffy. Water bottle. friends. Genius. are loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiat mae say if eat too many OM Tablets will lausai leh. walau eh. like. cheaper form of those diet pills, no? idk la. fine prints didnt state. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ♥ this color.  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥.&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe we're trying, trying too hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe we're torn apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe the timing is beating our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We're empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/4108378148293740959-4408758780359136204?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4408758780359136204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4408758780359136204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4408758780359136204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4408758780359136204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/s-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='♥s all over the world tonight;'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1291228582948584067</id><published>2009-03-11T00:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:32:20.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Take time to realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that your worth is crushing down on in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And there you have it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another skin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really like this one. i changed the colors a little. removed the image. edited the text. and there we have it, a lovely new skin so clean and removed of fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes ah. i love the music. the ipod. the old old se 910i (yes, still stuck with the phone, stop sniggering. ). Genius. work. loeiloei. Family. forgiveness. colors. puffer fishes. itunes. friends. cool buns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when a girl is thankful, this is what you see :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fallling sick. i'm forgetting. i'm searching for artwork. i'm reading harry potter. i almost typed hatty porrer. my throat hurts. i'm craving for coffee. i'm fat. i'm afraid. i'm tired. i love Loeiloei. i think she's falling sick too, how huh. she's so unlively. i'm craving for instant noodles ._. i'm listening to a chinese love song. and wondering why is it in the playlist. i'm removing the song. i'm going to stop blogging. i like this skin. so white hor. so.... shocking? idk. imagine popping into my blog after hopping over from a black background blog. if it makes sense. my previous two skins were black backgrounded ones. just remembered. i'm blabbering again. fuck. &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;blockquote&gt;Sometimes, even when nothing's wrong, everything's wrong. do you want to understand?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1291228582948584067?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1291228582948584067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1291228582948584067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1291228582948584067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1291228582948584067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-time-to-realize.html' title='Take time to realize'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6590237625879262170</id><published>2009-03-10T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:41:57.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>You're a fraud.</title><content type='html'>Hey you. &lt;div&gt;so tired. just got my ipod ytd, so glad. and im gonna get a new phone soon, i hope. mom's getting extremely extremely pissed off with me, i dont wanna guess why. have no idea what's wrong with me too, i've been very pms-ey when speaking to her. it's bad, very bad. and i changed the skin back. again. cuz yellow's annoying me, but i dont love this skin either. searching for a new one, no time ATM, idk why im blogging too, since i gotta prepare for work -.- annoying. rain rain rain! i love the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me hung up on your wall, for the world to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:| im so tired of life. i don't know why. music. is. my. escape. that's such a stupid thing to say, but i know everyone secretly agrees with me. im just tired, at at the end of the day, lying on the bed with the ipod by my side, everything seems a wee bit better. a little better, just a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He kissed my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He pulled me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was disgusted with myself - &lt;/span&gt;thinking of you by katy perry. relate much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&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/4108378148293740959-6590237625879262170?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6590237625879262170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6590237625879262170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6590237625879262170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6590237625879262170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-fraud.html' title='You&apos;re a fraud.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3279209881271278929</id><published>2009-03-09T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:08:22.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hookies.'/><title type='text'>Have a break.</title><content type='html'>COWBELLS ;D&lt;div&gt;my mp3 revived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revived! oh my goon. so bloody happy. and i was just complaining to the Samsung people. then i plug it to my laptop. and. the screen lit up!!!!!!!!! cool or not!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la. not cool. cuz mp3's been dead since i let it hear me say i'm going to get the ipod in a few days' time. so she, being a jealous mp3, died on me 30 minutes later. depriving me of any form of music on mrt/ bus rides for... 3 running days );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's back!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ipod might be here later/ tomorrow!!!! so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regretting the purchase a wee bit. was wondering.. why red, again? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CUZ IT'S COOL, DUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH. LET'S DROP THE REGRETS. AND CELEBRAT BECAUSE TODAY IS A MONDAY AND IM NOT AT SCHOOL, OR AT WORK!!!!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was damn fun yesterday. didnt notice how time flew.. cuz my phone was half dead the whole nine hours. and the fun people.. yeah. but all was well except one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moothaasshoo. fuck, what i do with whom is none of YOUR business, you dont have to CARE or give a HOOT, and say i was in the wrong, when the matter at hand's got no right and wrong, in the first place, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU to say i'm wrong, my mother or his father? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STICK YOUR UNECESSARY COMMENT UP YOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice of me to save a whole paragraph for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This friday's 13th again ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left eye's got a swell. boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrypotterharrypotterharrypotter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3279209881271278929?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3279209881271278929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3279209881271278929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3279209881271278929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3279209881271278929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-break.html' title='Have a break.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8166898719954839333</id><published>2009-03-05T03:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:06:37.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><title type='text'>Steven seeahbone</title><content type='html'>Because my good old friend is going be stolen away to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in a week's time (I'm mighty sad about it, mind you.), i'm gonna have a post... DEDICATED TO HIM. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sa7Y0KIjuFI/AAAAAAAAATE/lQSrhLtePIM/s400/n649778067_929121_6811.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309419401301440594" /&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;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;STEVIEBOY!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. this big ole boy is going to be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! Away in army! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bloody hell reminds me of Alex the Lion in this picture. HARHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy. stevie's gonna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;roll on the floor in pure boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tekong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! for THREE. MONTHS.&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;There, NS, take away my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cheque collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, why don't you?! nah, take my ez-link card as well! take! take! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;silangtao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven's gonna miss us ALL. The Tom and Jerry(s), Doremon, Garfield, Cute cute tranquil lovers, EVERYONE. and ME, most of all, cuz &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i am cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tall pile of bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! try not to grow any skinnier in there. make sure you call us if they dont feed you!!! make some muscles appear too k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually. you already HAVE muscles. i've seem them, unfortunately. (YOU STRIPPED AT WYWY, REMEMBER?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k la. stripped off top only. not everything. dirty, dirty people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;think clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Just come out safe and sound, and meet up when you're not too dead-tired from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;torturous marching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and whatnots you guys will end up doing :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all i know. you might be sitting in an office, sipping tea, reading the papers, and shaking you leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HEH. FAT HOPE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well! Just be mighty fine! We'll all miss you many many. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and you and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&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;xoxoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S: Plenty of gratitudes, for the lovely Hp Book 1-7. Online. you rock. my socko. HP rock, yo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.P.S: Subway rock too. extra pepper, nudgenudge.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.P.P.S: Don't you love post-scripts too? :B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.P.P.P.S: OKAY LAST ONE: Did I ever tell you I got struck by lightning seven times?)&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/4108378148293740959-8166898719954839333?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8166898719954839333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8166898719954839333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8166898719954839333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8166898719954839333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/steven-seeahbone.html' title='Steven seeahbone'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Sa7Y0KIjuFI/AAAAAAAAATE/lQSrhLtePIM/s72-c/n649778067_929121_6811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6894710576305940025</id><published>2009-03-04T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:39:34.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>the color Yellow</title><content type='html'>And, and yes. yellow is the new black. idk how long my like/love/fetish with random colors will last. cuz as far as i'm concerned.. YELLOW. DON'T YOU LOVE THE SONG TOO.?! &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;i like the previous skin too.. and the one before. i just got. sick of them. so it's now Yellow's turn at center stage. pink. black. green. you'd know. if you frequent my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Eliz must be going mad, barking mad. she loves the new doggy. abso-blooming-lutely. When Eliz woke up at 10 am (prouds) and was unable to find Loeiloei, she paniked, ransaked the house, checked every room, called mom, called dorothy, texted chris, look around more, went outside to the corridors, looked out the window, imagined Loeiloei running on the road, cars zooming here and there, paniked more, called dorothy more, chris called back, Eliz's voice almost broke down on her, chris promised to try dorothy's cell too, Eliz paced, tried to read a book, laze in bed, and when Eliz heard someone at the door and saw dorothy carrying Loeiloei, the relieve was astounding. yeah, she was quite pissed at dorothy for not telling her, but realized, too, that she hasn't got no nuts right to be pissed. so she went back to bed.. to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. so doggy wasnt lost after all. i cant believe i'd believe that someone would steal the doggy. ._. i know, very silly. so lets change the topic. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry potter. im watching the whole. whole. whole. bloody. movie series. am i cool. ._. was waiting for the movie to load when i decided to change the blogskin :].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay. movie's complete. ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work was cool today. Damien. sandy. melv. alfred. melv's crazy, really crazy. hahahaha. eh, cooperation to teh max k. he promote sim, i promote cell. yeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Watch me fly, just you watch. without you, i'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6894710576305940025?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6894710576305940025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6894710576305940025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6894710576305940025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6894710576305940025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/color-yellow.html' title='the color Yellow'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1662478691101952692</id><published>2009-03-03T13:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:21:11.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hookies.'/><title type='text'>:D Up to no good.</title><content type='html'>Hai :D&lt;div&gt;On a harry potter trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been watching the movies consecutively. philosopher's stone, chamber of secrets, just done with prisoner of azkaban, moving on to goblet of fire. :| i rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was browsing thru' 8 Days last night, saw the youtube vid for the week. harry potter is gay. -_-. what can i say. he's cute. but no, not gay, i would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you've read the books, the movie is kinda disappointing sometimes, because of the omitted parts and all. but we all know it's impossible to follow exactly, or it'll be soooooo draggy everyone will drool and gaze blankly at the screen or makeout at one corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yehknow whadamean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparently, you're not happy. not that i can help, even if i wanna, yer git.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. i'd love to live in the magical world..  then i can fly. cast spells. be bestie with the headmaster. cast spells on my enemies. spend xmas with friends, at school. not wash dishes. YEAAAAAAH. get the drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;for in dreams we enter a world that's entirely ours. we can swim in the deepest ocean, or glide over the highest cloud.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1662478691101952692?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1662478691101952692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1662478691101952692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1662478691101952692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1662478691101952692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-up-to-no-good.html' title=':D Up to no good.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2510565402809840417</id><published>2009-02-28T17:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:09:15.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>The Demand.</title><content type='html'>Hooola.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up call at 12 plus from the POSB banker ._. Mr Chin. He was telling me that my credit card bill is $290 overdue. right. i dont even own a credit card. shit balls, my sissy and mr ray chin. hahahah. was dorothy's doing, haha. calling me up to go JP. so we went. went to get my tragus pierced, hip hip hooray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SakHkNztygI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eU9LhuicDDo/s200/28-02-09_1715.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307781954596096514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Kinda stings, but it's better now! sissy said it most definitely will swell. shit. but who cares, i got it pierced already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loeiloei is falling asleep on my lap ._. then her body is leaning to the left, any further she'll fall off, HAHAH. had to wake her up to change position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought ballet flats from.. mondo. for work. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. new shoes. dont like it a lot, but it'll do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently i've been drinking red bull again. haha. remember i used to share this little 25oml worth of sugar-rush with linny. every. freakin'. break. time. aly never liked it very much, hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck. ray said i grew fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went from a 3 hour prawning session last night, caught 3 measly little prawns, none by me ): almost caught a few, but i pulled in the rod too quickly or too slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loeiloei is adorable. sigh. wonder how her prevvy owner had th heart to abandon her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH. KFC, McD and LJS's leaflets hanging around the house. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stars when you shine, you know how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2510565402809840417?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2510565402809840417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2510565402809840417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2510565402809840417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2510565402809840417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/demand.html' title='The Demand.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SakHkNztygI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eU9LhuicDDo/s72-c/28-02-09_1715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8425019246035194968</id><published>2009-02-27T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:45:37.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>Subject male.</title><content type='html'>When laughing at someone ain't funny, you think it'll be. when people cast hostile glares at you, you are happily oblivious to it. when someone is obviously annoyed with you, you joked with them. when they replied with a condescending 'yeah, sure' kind of reply, complimented with a roll of eyes you so can't catch, you think with satisfaction that your joke is appreciated. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i think, you're dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 10 am today, the earliest i have awaken in a loooong time. Qam countered with a 'i woke up at 9 am, that's the latest i've awaken in a long time.' bloody hell. hahaha.just when i was soooo proud of me ownself for waking up early. so i went for coffee at starbucks, saw Jacob at the counter! (: such a coincidence. second time i caught someone from church at starbucks. hee. i spilt Qam's caramel frappe. i enjoyed his mom's chocolate fudge cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female white maltese, newly adopted as loei loei by us (: poor loei loei was abandoned nearby JP. her face is. tear-ridden. and her fur is over grown. fucked-up asshole ex-owners. and by the way loei reacts to people, she was prolly mildly ill-treated too. fuck, make that strongly. she's the most timid doggie ever. i havent heard her bark or anything, and she's the sweetest thing. loei loei's heroine's dorothy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. 3.45 am. gotta go to bed soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8425019246035194968?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8425019246035194968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8425019246035194968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8425019246035194968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8425019246035194968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/subject-male.html' title='Subject male.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7566569737074652331</id><published>2009-02-26T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:07:40.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><title type='text'>Summer gone so slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Search party, N.Y.C, search party, N.Y.C&lt;div&gt;Caroline where the hell can you be?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching Nick and norah's infinite playlist. great. one movie down! gonna watch slumdog next. or something. bah. actually. maybe i'll sleep. waking up early tomorrow, ( hope noone draws the curtain, have no idea who does that- dad or sissy) do some chores for once (: get my momma happy. snacked many many. must get momma to buy more apples home. re-stock. yeah. worked at harbourfront few days back. on th return journey, Qam called cuz he was bored.. and scared of the dark. (yes ah. reveal your secret to the world. i know you'll be reading this.) so we talked from vivo.. to jurong. my phone was dying ever since tiong bahru, but it managed to last all the way home, even after he hung up to go for a shower! heh. so unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to wywy just now, check out some phones and the prices. =\. quite sad. fexpensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting Qam for coffee tomorrow, yay. and chocolate fudge cake. and. i'm so tired. gonna sleep soon! now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished the man named dave. by. dave peltzer. (i remembered!) it was. daaaaamn cool. wanna go find the child called 'it' at NLB. :0 Bookworm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz thinks her hair is.. a wee bit too short. without her fringe covering her eye, she's feeling a little exposed.. too exposed. tsk. annoyed leh. how huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly the color blue is everywhere. babe just got me a cookie monster mobile thingy. my toenails are currently the darkest blue. my room's blue. i wore blue to church earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait a second. make it blue, and green. these two colors. green tee. green everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, and why am i talking about colors? boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna be my pocketful of sunshine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edited/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went bloghopping for a second. seems like there's a rainbow on a few blogs! sirbest and steven's to be exact. i saw one too! a pity i didnt capture it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7566569737074652331?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7566569737074652331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7566569737074652331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7566569737074652331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7566569737074652331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/summer-gone-so-slowly.html' title='Summer gone so slowly.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5100173657070786578</id><published>2009-02-25T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:13:10.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churching :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAIRCUT'/><title type='text'>Life is but a dream.</title><content type='html'>Answering a question, with a question. hmmmm.&lt;div&gt;How's your day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's that girl standing there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to get a little hair trim at Ben &amp;amp; Kat's. Oh ma gun. My bangs. Gone. no more bangs for me to hide beneath. but im not used to this feeling. BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just when i have to get my passport sized photo ready. i. chop. off. the. bangs. &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;Row, row, row your boat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gently down the stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is but a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heisha! &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/4108378148293740959-5100173657070786578?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5100173657070786578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5100173657070786578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5100173657070786578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5100173657070786578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-but-dream.html' title='Life is but a dream.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-873173927898840131</id><published>2009-02-24T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:43:34.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>Tokyo. LA. Paris. Boston?</title><content type='html'>Eliz woke up.. fairly early today (: glad about it too.&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep when the sun was rising.. 6 am.. 6.30ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hor. she woke up at 12 noon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well actually. she intended to wake up at 10 am but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow the alarm didnt go off/ she didnt hear a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;single note of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont love you&lt;/span&gt; by mcr. hmmm. she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up wanting to fall back asleep. but the sun was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shining in her face, so she shrugged it off, and got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up. she actually enjoy waking up with the sun as her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personal wake up.. light. as opposed to call. yep, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she got up.. did her usual morning routine, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proceeded to. vacuume the floor. weird eh. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her mom has been nagging non-stop. since the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vacuum is brand-new, eliz decided, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck, why not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man. let's do it&lt;/span&gt;. (: and voila, the nice clean floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here, eliz inserts a proud smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. a glance at the bottom right corner of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screen just shocked eliz. she gotta go. late. for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work. bye anyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-873173927898840131?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/873173927898840131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=873173927898840131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/873173927898840131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/873173927898840131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/tokyo-la-paris-boston.html' title='Tokyo. LA. Paris. Boston?'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7823743628836395770</id><published>2009-02-24T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:46:13.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><title type='text'>IKISSEDAGIRL&amp;ILIKEDIT,YEAH.</title><content type='html'>NEW SKIN NEW SKIN. SAME OLD LAYOUT-ER, CUZ I LOVE THEBIKINIBOY. &lt;div&gt;love the song too. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qe1AhLR2U0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qe1AhLR2U0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh. btw. click on the advert la~ be nice. and it's all veh interesting ads! go on, one click wont kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7823743628836395770?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7823743628836395770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7823743628836395770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7823743628836395770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7823743628836395770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/ikissedagirl.html' title='IKISSEDAGIRL&amp;ILIKEDIT,YEAH.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2590423604096423363</id><published>2009-02-23T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:02:23.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>★</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up very late today. 4pm, with a feeling of dread. thought that i had missed the enrolment date and scrambled up in bed. havent went thru it since i got in from the mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;denial, denial, denial. bottle pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:| drowning in music. hahah. was reading with the ear-piece plugged on, when my momma asked me to makan dinner. i bloody jumped lor. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will get easier, innit. was telling ZX and KJ that i'm fcking relieved, but seems like. anything can trigger nothing and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz needs to get away.. go away somewhere, anywhere. hopefully it comes with a new haircut and a mobile phone, preferably Samsung F480 or SE Xperia, or C905, or C902. or W890i.&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;actually a new phone and haircut will do just fine (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ipod, i'll get you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, this post is edited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2590423604096423363?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2590423604096423363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2590423604096423363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2590423604096423363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2590423604096423363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='★'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8947986223945965490</id><published>2009-02-23T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:46:02.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churching :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><title type='text'>JUB- IL I.ANT</title><content type='html'>HAI.&lt;div&gt;today's...technically monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and SUNDAY WAS THE GREATEST.  went to church. alice and aunty gina kept saying that i had changed. eyes bigger? heavier bangs? change from no bangs to have bangs? i always had bangs ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coni best. she said i grew.. cute. michael asked me to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anah anah go stand infront and let everyone examine you lah.&lt;/span&gt; .__. hahahaha. best hor, sat behind aunty gina for fourty-five minutes and she only noticed me after practice ended. after mass, went for lunch/catch-up session at the kopitiam. but only a few people were there.. everyone else is busy/absent. BOO. then after lunch, lingered at church for a while more, then i went for work at BLSCz. the cool. lao ban asked my why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jian jiu mei you kan dao ni ha?!&lt;/span&gt; one week only, dah. HAHAHA. miss the hustle and bustle.. after a week at clementi. hmm. andrew changed his specs! (actually i knew days earlier. suddenly thought of it. heh.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KA. Dnu wt els t sy. by, lv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier to let go than to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on painfully. Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8947986223945965490?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8947986223945965490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8947986223945965490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8947986223945965490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8947986223945965490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/jub-il-iant.html' title='JUB- IL I.ANT'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1974687280262120855</id><published>2009-02-21T01:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:58:36.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>No more.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from LOT 1. Watched the coolest show on earth, starring the hottest chap E.V.E.R.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZ7nW5GoUJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rPhikXxtcGc/s320/3113129384_d3f89a779e.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304931791560790162" /&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;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;BRAAAAD. So hot. omgooon. aly and i were like whispering 'oh ma ga, so hot...!' to each other. yeah. movie was 166 minutes long. in th theatre, as i was nua-ing, i was thinking idlely: oh man... three hours watching brad pitt.. for nine fifty... not too baaaaaaaaaad after-all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though technnically it's not 3 hours, i know. it's 2 hours.. plus. but that's how my thoughts run, in round sum. brad pitt's damn hot. half-way thru' movie i got calls and texts, from mom, sissy and Qamarul. hahaha. asking me what time am i gonna be home, am i gonna be joining the badminton game, and asking me to watch tv. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after th movie, we went to chill at mcCafe (not the nicest location, but the only place for coffee), and chatted about.. everything. and time bloody flew. the next time-check showed that an hour and a half had gone by. like. woah, fast? after than we left the cafe, and wandered to the MRT to check timing for last train and all.. then we sat outside the cafe and cont'd talking/ singing songs ._. hahah. random. keane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinkertonkertink. i wanna watch slumdog, yeah. new in town, too. HMMMMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. brought shorts and slip slops from cotton on. and the bag for charity. and. hair clips. rubber bands. thaaaaaaaaat's all. bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words forming on my tongue, pushing out on my lips, but failing to escape thru my mouth. eyes that cannot meet yours. hands that moved away. shoulders that stood stiff. fingers taut. thoughts running, running far, far away, away from you. as the physical cannot. pretense is the new thing, and fatigue is the new mask, lies the new truths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you dont know.&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/4108378148293740959-1974687280262120855?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1974687280262120855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1974687280262120855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1974687280262120855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1974687280262120855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more.html' title='No more.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZ7nW5GoUJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rPhikXxtcGc/s72-c/3113129384_d3f89a779e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-268292208483460765</id><published>2009-02-20T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:22:28.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>Everything without you.</title><content type='html'>sometimes feeling fade.. and you cant do no shit about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haru haru. day by day. big bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite not understanding the song/ meaning, i like this song (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. work today, quite fun cuz KJ and ZX was thr. crazy chaps, crazy jokes and all. racist, the whole lot! hahhaa. closing took damn long, cuz we wa waited for weihao to come, so tt stage, spotlight and all can go into his van. wow. reached home at eleven lor. headache ah. thank goodness andrew drove me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMMM. made impromptu curry this afternoon, and to cut long story short, i injured my finger. many many blood. end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my enrolment package today, saw the fees. quite. shocked. and. i dont know if i can do this. lowest point of my life now. idk what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really missed church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-268292208483460765?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/268292208483460765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=268292208483460765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/268292208483460765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/268292208483460765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-without-you.html' title='Everything without you.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1379932540604209625</id><published>2009-02-18T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:32:46.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Hey hey baby it's never too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my wife had a sonogram, I asked my mother-in-law to guess the sex of the twins her daughter was carrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Two boys," she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shook my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It must be two girls," she offered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I told her no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, then," she asked, "what are they?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was at &lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/"&gt;reader's digest.com &lt;/a&gt;earlier on. browsin thru' their laughs, and this silly joke cracked me up. Heh.&lt;div&gt;Kay, today was really the slackz's life. did laundry, didn't vacuum the floor, ate many many food, jogged for 10 minutes, watched big bang's MVs, listen to a paramore playlist on imeem, and.. browsing thru' rd, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL. THIS IS THE LIFE MAAAAAAAAAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have work tomorrow though :|&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/4108378148293740959-1379932540604209625?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1379932540604209625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1379932540604209625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1379932540604209625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1379932540604209625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hey-baby-its-never-too-late.html' title='Hey hey baby it&apos;s never too late.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4577122409867634347</id><published>2009-02-18T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:45:11.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Garnet, snowdrop, camelia and plum blossom.</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i woke up at 4 pm today, i'm a pig, i knw. slept at 6am mah. watched August rush for the second time.. still as magikal. yo. keri russell's got some big startled-look-eyes. fabulous color too. it's now  2 am, sissy just got home from work, and she brought toblerone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna sleep after blogging, so that i can wake up earlier tomorrow, do some vacuuming and all. laundry. pack room, you know. i've got no work until thursday.! yes ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can tie all my hair up, finally! i look like a ball though. heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i declare today Be Thankful Day. so i am thankful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rubber bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moms and dads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool mobile phones. with cool external display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calculators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;washing machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;text messaging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bluetooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovely sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;churchmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pets. porkchop(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;koko krunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contact lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notepads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, cool robot earrings too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZsFopIztVI/AAAAAAAAASs/HKcWiLOEcTE/s200/16-02-09_1644.jpg" style="float:left; 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Yeah. gimme some idea, people. yes, i'd love to own another slim flip phone, after aeons of the slide w910i phone. i love slamming my phones. yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZnZGao7u0I/AAAAAAAAASk/bVW-qMo2dvU/s200/2278777508_bbdd5dd704.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303508740458920770" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8894559537806027239?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8894559537806027239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8894559537806027239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8894559537806027239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8894559537806027239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-one-thing-youre-looking-for-is.html' title='break it off.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZnZGao7u0I/AAAAAAAAASk/bVW-qMo2dvU/s72-c/2278777508_bbdd5dd704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6498990130791496656</id><published>2009-02-16T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:16:22.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someonelse.'/><title type='text'>She, me.</title><content type='html'>Hello monday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was fine, Eliz had a lovely sleep. so lovely that she overslept, and woke up at twelve thirty in the noon, instead of 8 in the morning. yes, she also woke up at eleven because there was a malay wedding going on a stone's throw away, and the emcees and singers were warming up. eliz's mother was going on about the beautiful decorations... and pretty chairs. eliz is not amazed, because she saw how they stayed up all night long to get it done so prettily! three cheers for their energies. yes, on to the next topic. awaking at eleven, eliz saw that the silly red shit-ass mobile of hers was not charging. so she went to find another charger. and tried to charge the red W910i. to no avail. apparently, the phone was having her PMS, and decided to breakdown completely. no amount of curses, throws or frustration thrown against the red-ass mobile worked. so she had to borrow her mother's cool motorola flip phone. oh man. eliz want that phone too, she thinks. eliz misses church and all her churchmates a lot, but by not attending church, words means peanuts. her friend, lincoln, told her that God wants her back, but she's not very sure herself. she's just so.. off the path. heading into the forest. she doesn't know, either. so anyway, she went to work. she took bus 185, a bus she'd have to take on a daily basis in future. her eyes almost popped when she saw the fare. she like the long bus ride, btw. hate the long wait for the bus though. esp. in the persistent ziggy zaggy heat waves. she had a long think about everything and anything, letting thoughts past thru', letting imagination run wild. she was, at one point, imagining herself doing homework on the bus. now, how silly is that? recently, eliz has been writing a lot, be it typing on the key board, or writing on those unfinished foolscape. why, yesterday itself, she wrote three full pages, history's structured essay styled, worth of thoughts. at the end of it, her hands were trembling. so she arrived at Clementi a few minutes' late, to see Jon waiting at the bus stop. so they went off, to work. eliz was quite pissed today, because she had to work right smack outside the new mall at Clementi. but she got over it, and she's no longer pissed. she realized that the people are quite nice too, they brought chairs ov for them to sit. they also like her, they told her themselves. the new mall was.. cram. and haha, a sudden thought just passed thru' her mind. she suddenly remembered walking into Singtel, and all conversations stopping as they turned to stare at her and Jon. yeh. back to the point- what was it anyway? yeah. so eliz worked for X hours today, and didn't consume solid food for X hours. eliz is quite sure noone's reading at this point. she only ate a big fat sinful mcSpicy when she got home, which is so belardy sinful, she's so annoyed with herself. eliz suddenly missed those crazy math excercises ms chong used to give out, at bulk. eliz missed 4E6, too, despite all the wacky things that occured throughout. eliz is still eating, moving on to the next sin, chocs. yay. she's gonna have triple chin. haha. eliz is trying to forget. trying to remember. trying to grasp hold of the truth. trying to understand life. trying to accept life. trying to learn, trying to forgive, trying to piece the puzzle pieces together, trying to acquire knowledge, trying to stop, trying not to cry. the thing that may seem so minute to one, may be of utmost significance to another. eliz is so tired, at the age of seventeen, so tired. hiding lies, secrets, secrets, secrets. how do you keep a secret? do you know how to hide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6498990130791496656?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6498990130791496656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6498990130791496656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6498990130791496656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6498990130791496656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-me.html' title='She, me.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3057223862165705052</id><published>2009-02-13T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:28:27.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>the muse.</title><content type='html'>Have been listening to august rush ost, oh mai cha siew bao. jonathan rhys is damn hot kay. he's the sex lor.  boom deyada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i.ve been listening to very laid back songs :] cool cucumber, yes ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brought hazel/ brown contact lenses! oh mai koosh. i'm so kool hor. ._. but i'm not used to this.. brown eyes look. heh. i used to say i'd never get colored contact lenses, look what happened. hehheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totto-chan is a very very nice novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZRM0fqOS2I/AAAAAAAAASU/oBGs9CzCcF8/s320/DSC02095.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301947126057421666" /&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;and i look very fair. light effects only, dont even dream that i've turn flawless overnight .__. though it'd be a good kind of change. hmmmm. my jiujiu said that i looked like a cat. meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've brought a wonderful earpiece! so happy ^-^ thankyou stevie boy, for accompanying me to Challenger @ IMM. i'd say i love you, but that would be lying. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creative ep-630. yay. white. and 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love cool stuffs. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3057223862165705052?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3057223862165705052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3057223862165705052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3057223862165705052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3057223862165705052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-been-listening-to-august-rush-ost.html' title='the muse.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZRM0fqOS2I/AAAAAAAAASU/oBGs9CzCcF8/s72-c/DSC02095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-8228834426729449288</id><published>2009-02-11T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:27:34.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What i want.'/><title type='text'>Apple craze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZKEAf1GCRI/AAAAAAAAASE/ajO894zO62k/s1600-h/nano_color-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZKEAf1GCRI/AAAAAAAAASE/ajO894zO62k/s320/nano_color-red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301444855447554322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Look, look.&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;Isn't it beautiful? Awwwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna get it soon (: finally, something to look forward to. i'll miss my old YP-k3 though. the earpiece failed me ): died one night when i was needing my music! oh man. still sad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to meet stevie boy at 5.30, he's gonna accompany me to challenger @ IMM to find a decent earpiece :D i'm so forking happy, i'm not gonna cuss today (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES AH. IM NOT WORKING TODAY :D;D;D;D;D;D;D Alicia dua-ed me again. i hate her -.- she called me,asked me out, then cancelled it. BITCH. I HATE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=\ im kidding. prolly meeting her on Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think robbie williams and jason mraz are hot. but ray begs to differ. ): JASON IS TEH HOTNESS. NOT RIHANNA. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exorcist is a .boring. movie. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohgay. tired alr. still damn excited about ipod. and it's lovely color. yes ah. i love money. i love ipod. i love you. i love me. i love in- ear headphone. i love apple. i love God. i love the rain. i love sirus. i love the orion belt. i love iron and wine. i love a fine frenzy. and i love the world. hip hip horray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-8228834426729449288?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/8228834426729449288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=8228834426729449288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8228834426729449288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/8228834426729449288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/apple-craze.html' title='Apple craze.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SZKEAf1GCRI/AAAAAAAAASE/ajO894zO62k/s72-c/nano_color-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6670437215214715427</id><published>2009-02-09T14:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:56:59.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSNing ^-^'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTUREZ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Not my time, nor yours.</title><content type='html'>So i went to Eastcoast for overnight barbeque last saturday. you know when one doesnt have his or her own bed, one never sleeps well. i slept in the sleeping bag, in the tent, for 6 hours, on and off. slept at 2 plus, rudely awaken at 6 by my daddy's loud voice, slept back.. and slowly woke up at nine thirty. bloody hell. so tiring, had natural sleep(less)-induced double eyelids for the Sunday. not to mention the body aches. ahh. a teen's day away from home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping on little random pieces of rocks.. nice. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing's nice though, the tent i slept in. this beautiful kid's tent, so bright and happy. was so happy when my sissy gave the tent up to me.. until i went in and saw tt there was plenty of sand, jere and eugene's ploy. peeved by the fact that the tent is shaped for nice short kids, not one taller, albeit not by much, teenager of seventeen. love the top of the tent though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SY_PNqQCBlI/AAAAAAAAARs/wQptmrk89-w/s200/DSC02055.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300683120025142866" /&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;Nice, no? pretty black and white pattern i stared at in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. then i had to leave, go home at eleven, because i had work at blsc at one. was sooooo tired. after work ended (at ten pm, no less), i went home with zhixian and alan, showered, and slept promptly at midnight. woke up twelve hours later :B. kena ribbed by isaac:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ω says (13:36):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ω says (13:36):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u online in the morning sia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz the meaner. says (13:36):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaaat. cannot ah hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ω says (13:37):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go sleep la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T very random, since for a fact one thirty-six is AFTERNOON, NOT MORNING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think sleep is such a... priceless gem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working later =\ again, and again. but for the money, i'll zip up my lips and shut up. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POKER FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually poker face has got similar elements to just dance. it like.. quite a replica. but yeh. just dance is nicer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just did a facebook &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=124533500709"&gt;note&lt;/a&gt;. quite a joke. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still love eastcoast despite the complains i just made (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6670437215214715427?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6670437215214715427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6670437215214715427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6670437215214715427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6670437215214715427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-my-time-nor-yours.html' title='Not my time, nor yours.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SY_PNqQCBlI/AAAAAAAAARs/wQptmrk89-w/s72-c/DSC02055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2230771573547073961</id><published>2009-02-07T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:15:22.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp:D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today... failed trip to gym. * mock-glares at alicia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i slept on.. woke up at three, gawdz. made late lunch for dad. fried rice, the ultimate basicz, cuz idk what else to cook, and i was tooooo lazy to go and buy food for dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the stars, see how they shine, for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poopz. today. three cats visited my corridor. one mean fat grey cat (which i wont forget for hissing at me!), one white cat with three round spots on it's body, and one smaller silverish grey cat which followed me downstairs.. then went to find someone more interesting to follow. hmmm. idk why they came by. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i had no work, i spent my time doing chores and stuffs. and last night, out of boredom, i cut off all my fingernails. looking horribly ugly now, but who gives a shit, noone's complaining, except me, that is. missing the professional-sounding clic-clac sound i get on the keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you get what i mean. haha. just bought two bags from my sissy's online shop, oh man. mixture of jubiliance and sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the giver is still a very good read. i'd love to know what happened after they managed to get to Elsewhere though. i'd also love to like live the life of those people. no colours. no happiness. no hurt. no love. no joy. no pain. no feelings. no choices. quite an idea. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been listening to many many chinese songs.. S.H.E and Jay chou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to camp out at east coast tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i can manage EE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2230771573547073961?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2230771573547073961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2230771573547073961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2230771573547073961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2230771573547073961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6025301955879143980</id><published>2009-02-04T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:28:19.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><title type='text'>Best news i've heard in days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Becuz. mai. sis. started. a. blogshop. ,. i'm. here. to. promote. (:. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont ask me why i just typed like that. must be gg crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lin also said i'm very high today. high on LNY snacks. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YA THE BLOGSHOP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deequeenshoppers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dee Queen Shoppers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pretty nice bags, and a reasonably good price, go take a peep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND LOOK. I LIKE THE BAGS TOO. SO GO. NOW. NOW. NOW. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY SISTER ROCKS BECAUSE SHE STARTED A BLOGSHOP (: I LOVE MY SISTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high on chips, i'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6025301955879143980?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6025301955879143980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6025301955879143980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6025301955879143980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6025301955879143980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-news-ive-heard-in-days.html' title='Best news i&apos;ve heard in days'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-7755033784382529329</id><published>2009-02-02T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:44:03.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><title type='text'>Worldly.</title><content type='html'>安静了- S.H.E&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese song. linked from one blog to another, finally heard this song. not much, but quite sad hor. this song. sooooo. appeal period is over, as of yesterday. didnt try to appeal, was pretty resigned ( did i mention it in th prevy post.?) to being a np student, belonging to EE.  .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try my best in EE, despite hearing many many negative comments on it, hearing stories of struggles and who knows whats. and anyway, even before entering the course ive already known some people who can help me- if i need help in studies. Isaac, zhi xian, dad, Qam's friend. yeh. something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might end up in the same class as Jem and Qam in th first year- since we're all in NP and all in engineering course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday during work, Isaac told me his.. little story. about his schooling and stuffs. now i'm quite stressed and intimidated by the big idea of Engineering. Sigh. this wont be th last time i'm going on and on about my fresh new course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder when's the appealing results coming out. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chinese seems to be getting worse. ytd, when a customer asked me to edit the time and date for his mobile, i was stuck.. whn i saw tt it was in chinese. i froze for 5 seconds and passed th phone to jon, who passed the phone to alan. seems like we're all chinese baichis. hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still can speak in mandrin kay. i just cant recognize chinese words. that's why i dont like to k box man. k box always do chinese songs. and hanyupinyin doesn't come with th words =\ thus strikes out k box. but i like k box. so indecisive aye. k english songs. yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i blogging about k box man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work today, yes ah. Busy past week leading to build up of lack of sleep. so. tiring. finally had time to sleep like a log. ( i refuse to use pig, man.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite curious how everyone did, where everyone else is going now, studying? slacking? retaking? giving up? whatever it is, pretty curious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missed church again, yesterday. lincoln called me to mock-lecture me (: and to promise me a wake-up-call next sunday. hooray. that cad. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-reading some novels. because i'm quite too lazy to go to th library on a weekly basis. but at least i'm trying =\ th last time i went, it was three in the afternoon, and there was students everywhere, quite unsettling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else to randomize. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh. Steven. you owe me a long story. you know what i mean(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dont quite know, how to say, how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-7755033784382529329?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/7755033784382529329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=7755033784382529329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/7755033784382529329'/><link 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you are posted to NP, EE (N43), under 2009 JAE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a commanding tone. like, i've to reply like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir, yes, sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._. right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to appeal to another course.. then i decided against it. chatted with lin, shawn (best scissors ever), jem (possible future classmate). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliz the meaner. says (14:01):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got the coolest pair of scissors ever kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn says (14:04):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh i know *inserts tikoface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scissors refering to.. him. heh heh. love my scissors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tranquil lunch meetup this Sat, at sakura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cool innit :B but i gotta be back home for dinner that day, dad's birthday. more food. wooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually when i found out tt i was gg to np, i was pretty upset =/. then i decided: heck la, since im in, it better then nuts, so just stfu and do what i can do to make it better. gonna be striving very very very hard for studies. like what jem said, if we do well we can change for a better course. not everyone can, i know, but the glimmer of hope, it's better than having none. something to hold on to rather than having  none to grasp onto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime someone ask which choice in your top twelve you got, i'd say 3rd.. then i'll say from the bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go to jurong point. bumble beeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told Qam tt if he gets into EE via appealing, we can whine together about the course. haha. siaokia hor. &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;Tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1210250455280396517?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1210250455280396517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1210250455280396517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1210250455280396517'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fooding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dooom da da doooooom.&lt;div&gt;Got back from malaysia two days ago, still a little hung up, didnt gamble much, and since i dont do majong, i only played with cards.. thailand's version of blackjack. funner that the original version :B gambling ah. lovelove. idk what's so appealing about gambling. hehe. it just is. no win, no loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discussing with jasmine, HABBY 18th BUTTDAY BABE!, about the release of posting due tomorrow =\ she also wanna go to SP! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working later =\ jialatjialatjialat. today die also cannot late. hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ♥ pineapple tarts. and my cousins. yay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SYFlpj-sGpI/AAAAAAAAARc/VZRyxO2bvi0/s200/DSC02010.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626401471634066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SYFlpzHFCsI/AAAAAAAAARk/70OUfpz3qS8/s200/DSC02021.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626405533354690" /&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;my hair's dyed but it doesn't look dyed AT ALL ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1827853694897180924?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1827853694897180924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1827853694897180924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1827853694897180924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1827853694897180924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dooom-da-da-doooooom.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SYFlpj-sGpI/AAAAAAAAARc/VZRyxO2bvi0/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6978490043203312547</id><published>2009-01-25T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:55:12.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>Dad's colleague from S. Africa are over today, so many people in my house when i got off from wrk ._______. krowded. tu. der. maxkz.  &lt;div&gt;was relishing the thought of sleeping soundly tonight.. when zhixian told me that today  is the shou ye thingy.&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;Just went to research on it. it's 守岁 (shou sui).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some how i went from one link ot another, and found out a phobia called Triskaidekaphobia. a fear of the number 13 ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye, reunion dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6978490043203312547?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6978490043203312547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6978490043203312547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6978490043203312547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6978490043203312547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1879788039483659128</id><published>2009-01-24T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:24:21.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>Your tiny heart.</title><content type='html'>. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;div&gt;Yay, to being almost alone at home (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(uncle's sleeping in th room, hah. almost forgot until he gave a snort.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a long day. Went to m.sia early in the morning, went to city square, and brought a top from mango. long-sleeved, again. third one so far. idk why. when CNY's gonna be a hot and humid affair, and i'm buying tops that will kill me. but it's damn nice. so. enough about clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we returned to SG, had to accompany mom over to uncle's house for dinner, or else she'd have to go herself =/. so i went there.. and had steamboat. rawr. then we went home, then i went out again, to sheng siong (sp?) i love supermarketting. Yeh. can buy food. so i like. i'm such an auntie ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeh. if you've been looking at the tagboard, you'd know too, jon won the match :D Yes ah. pretty happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohohohohohoh.! 11:11! i wish for peace in the world. yay. bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very, very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming of a world where courtesy and manners are.. ways of life, and smiles are given selflessly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DYED MY HAIR. IT'S BROWN, DAMNIT. i ♥ my hair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work @ 10 am tomorrow~ im gonna have a hard time waking up. shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stunned by you and your words, idk what you think sometimes. i love lily allen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4108378148293740959-1879788039483659128?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1879788039483659128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1879788039483659128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1879788039483659128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1879788039483659128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_24.html' title='Your tiny heart.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-190855020572592079</id><published>2009-01-22T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:33:03.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>Fuck you very, very much.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, everyone was retardedly happy.. once upon a time.&lt;div&gt;. well. and then things changed, and everyone drifted, and all the 'best friend 4-ever', 'stay in contact', 'remember mi foreva'... ceased to exist. cliche to the max, yes, but.. those were then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;browsing thru' old class photos, the back of photos filled with signature, what are they? nothing more that permament inks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what sad songs do to you. you become sad too. duh.&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;Smile to the camera, smile to your bestie, smile to a random stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you get home, can you smile to your reflection?&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;(:. Woke up at twelve, awaken by the phone's persistent ringing. Gosh. today's thursday already. hell. friday's coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon's match's on friday. fck damn. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on Sunday afterall. idk how to make it to mass.. working in the morning leh. 10 am.&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;What a happy song. me love. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;♥. suddenly change font. hahahaha. BAI. love the song with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x05SLOWibZ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x05SLOWibZ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-190855020572592079?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/190855020572592079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=190855020572592079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/190855020572592079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/190855020572592079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-you-very-very-much.html' title='Fuck you very, very much.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2032896533713082010</id><published>2009-01-20T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:54:23.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booktalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><title type='text'>Revelation.</title><content type='html'>Thank God for. helping cleaner ladies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booo. I'm having a cold. damnit. working later, damnit. haven't eaten, stomach grumbling, damnit. so fcking grouchy today, damnit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. just annoyed because my nose is. being annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dust+ glass water= annoying smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up with an ache on my neck.. just realize it's gone. hoho. tx fr leavin me, lv ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry.. boo. 3 days, boo. panic attack, boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qam's such a retard. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jellicoe road  by Melina Marchetta. so far it's been pretty _____, but the italic words are captivating, urging me on and ensuring a promising ending.. i hope so. fav line so far: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The patience it would have taken him to carve out so much hate.&lt;/span&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you keep it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=\ Hungry. sissy's gonna buy food for me. lv her. &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shougongmien, here i come.&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/4108378148293740959-2032896533713082010?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2032896533713082010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2032896533713082010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncertainties'/><title type='text'>So little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who'd Of Known- Lily Allen&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;Today i thank God for stained glass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. woke up early today, 11-ish. i love my new blanket (tx mom, love ya) so snuggly that i almost didnt wake up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dajie makes a mean bowl of porridge. &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;And, 4 days to go. fuck. here comes Dread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impromtu ._. going for work alr. bai hippos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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time'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5795621171105536726</id><published>2009-01-17T23:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:37:27.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weh random :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>TX FR TH MMRS, EVN THO THY WRNT SO GRT!</title><content type='html'>:B&lt;div&gt;just got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a nice day. went to malaysia with mom, chrisbabe, jeredarlin and py.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sioke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to citysquare, bought a pair of shoez. yeah~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing else caught my eyes, and we were rushing quite a bit, so yeah. just a pair of shoes. but quality time spent with family! had a singfest with jeredarlin- he's high on thnks fr th mmrs by fall out boy, and scars by papa roach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's so cool right :] coolest 10 years old kiddo ever. i'm introducing to him more edgy songs. hahahaha. reconnected with chrisbabe, havent been out with her since forever. finally seeing her for hours on end, instead of occasional glimpse at 2 am. very nice to see her loose and relaxed. dorothy didnt come along, she went to a chalet! big-fat-AWWWW. ): she should have came along. but ah well, she's enjoying herself too, so it's good (:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Read something interesting. look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;True..innit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I know i'm random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after steamboat for dinner, i walked home with jere, and i piggy-back him for less then a minute- then his psp fell out of his pocket, and all the parts came out. HAHAHA. he was mock-screaming lor. siaokia. then we built a 'tent' on the bed, and i hid inside while he build the tent.. then jumped on the tent.. meaning on me. so we had a crazy shout fight scream yell pillow fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must sleep soon. ciao! &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #1: be content with what you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps.: oh man! my work schedule next week's so crazy! i've got like. 6 straight days! (secretly happy because of the higher pay) *evil smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: JASMINE TAY LU KOOL. IM NOT EMO. OKAY. :D I'M THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN JURONG KAY?! si baluku T.T love you anyway! &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5795621171105536726?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5795621171105536726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5795621171105536726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5795621171105536726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5795621171105536726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/tx-fr-th-mmrs-evn-tho-thy-wrnt-so-grt.html' title='TX FR TH MMRS, EVN THO THY WRNT SO GRT!'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-3324220339517029140</id><published>2009-01-16T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:04:22.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songcraze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasizing.'/><title type='text'>Secondhand.</title><content type='html'>:B&lt;div&gt;submitted my registration at 3.34 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so relieved that it's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big thanks to zhi xian. and his lecturer. who spoke to me over the phone, and kind of assured me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dont know who he is lor. so nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to noel too (: she helped me to find some info on some random courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. and i'm soo. relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slept late last night, or early if you think about it- 5 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i set the alarm.. and woke up at 10.30 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant believe i managed to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be the stress. i woke up on the first ring leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn bloody rare. but quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'll turn morning after today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe not.&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;Going to meet Doreen at outram at 7 (: yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so excited. &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;Discussing with Qam. what if we end up in the same course? hurhurhur. idk what i'd do. maybe i'll freak out. or maybe i'll be nice. and smile HAHAHAHA. idk why we're so awkward in person either. haha. what a weird question.&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;So tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont want the sun, dont want you to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love The playlist. workworkwork.. on Sunday again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Malaysia ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARTY LIKE A ROCK, PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y-Y-YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-3324220339517029140?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/3324220339517029140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=3324220339517029140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3324220339517029140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/3324220339517029140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/secondhand.html' title='Secondhand.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-2865863558116662840</id><published>2009-01-16T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:22:13.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work :0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amp ^-^'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School. :)'/><title type='text'>Dont mean i'm in love tonight.</title><content type='html'>I think steven see my emoish past two posts also very sian already.&lt;div&gt;i see also sian. no wonder no one dares to tag on the little board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for the course counselling @ SP tomorrow.. at around noonish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope it isn't too crowded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to JI for work today.. the people there all f-ed up in the brains. laptops also all f-ed. bah. see alan work until so pek chek. haha. and jon there zi-high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for Amp tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havent been there since forever .___. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss Noel hell lots. and Man. Ceci. Dom. Adrian. And everyone else. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope Doreen dont fang fei ji on me.&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;I love eating chips at night. ^-^ so fattening, but heck. just skip tmr afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counselling ah. sounds so wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cues Katy Perry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-2865863558116662840?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/2865863558116662840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=2865863558116662840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2865863558116662840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/2865863558116662840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-mean-im-in-love-tonight.html' title='Dont mean i&apos;m in love tonight.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-5255243875877752469</id><published>2009-01-14T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:34:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Screwed man. so. fucking. screwed. no fucking where to go. no fucking time to decide. no fucking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no fucking future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-5255243875877752469?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/5255243875877752469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=5255243875877752469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5255243875877752469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/5255243875877752469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/screwed-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-6905383107719470873</id><published>2009-01-12T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:15:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No where.</title><content type='html'>=\&lt;div&gt;Disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess Mr B's right: did i really put in a lot of efforts? was it really my best? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess not. 21 isn't a best kind of result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to go, where to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;john said bad things happen for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont know what to think anymore. future seems kind of dubious at the moment. retake, poly, ite, hang around, get a job, get married, laze around, take a pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all these thoughts locked inside, now you're the first to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-6905383107719470873?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/6905383107719470873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=6905383107719470873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6905383107719470873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/6905383107719470873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-where.html' title='No where.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-1944669972032127473</id><published>2009-01-10T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:58:33.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><title type='text'>♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Result for the 2008 GCE O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;level examination will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;released on 12 Jan 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(2pm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in-case someone taking 2008 GCE O haven't realize, WE'RE GOING TO GET OUR RESULTS FUCKING SOOOOON. DAMNIT. GET IT RIGHT. 12 JANUARY TWO ZEROZERO NINE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. dance forever. I'm seventeen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventeen!  十 七!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell yeah. Had some nice people texting me/ tagging me/ fb-ing me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan, texting me six minutes before midnight so that he'd be first ._.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linbean,  texting meat 23:59 :D not bad la, almost but not there the feel. haha. you owe me little birthday cakes and macaroons :B &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noel, texting at 00:00!! Hehe. so cool. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alicia, at 00:00 too :B wishing me "Happy 17th birdy" T.T &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peipei, texting at 00:02, touched as i didnt remind her or no nuts AT ALL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cecilia! (: 00:17, her text so many emoticons xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorothy lovelove sissy, being the latest so far, wishing me at 01:30, to wish me "happy growing up lady"  hahahahaha damn random! but that's her trait ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was a call from ahbone in between, wishing me happy birthday/ telling me about work/ sales/ complaining about the laggness of his laptop. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Peiying sang me "Happy birthday" - the whole song. at around... 11.35? yeah. phone alarm reminded her it's my birthday. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Aqilah reminded me on FB that I'm..old. hahaha. tx babe. even for reminding me that i'm old -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Lisze! My oldoldold primary school friend :D touched to know that she'd remember (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sankyu everyone, for wishing me a happy birthday, your wish is appreciated :D xiexieni. thanks for remembering Elizebeth Megan Wong on 10th of January 2009 :B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:14px;"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-1944669972032127473?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/1944669972032127473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=1944669972032127473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1944669972032127473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/1944669972032127473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-94185850031226194</id><published>2009-01-09T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:38:49.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out.'/><title type='text'>Burn time..</title><content type='html'>Met lin this afternoon for a lunchdate. at jp. wandered thru the basement for 10 minutes, and eventually settled for a random japanese restaurant with below average quality of food. everything with excess salt, with only the terriyaki chicken tasting good. bah.&lt;div&gt;craving for pasta. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna be meeting aly for late lunch/early dinner kind of thing. Thinking of location =\ near or far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe causeway point.. maybe. or maybe somewhere further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see first laaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at Recipes now (: maybe i'll cook tomorrow. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-94185850031226194?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/94185850031226194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=94185850031226194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/94185850031226194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/94185850031226194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/burn-time.html' title='Burn time..'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108378148293740959.post-4106800260247512947</id><published>2009-01-08T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:43:30.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happypost'/><title type='text'>Forgetting the world.</title><content type='html'>Do the doodle&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly's got something on tomorrow.. a compulsory trip to SP ._. so she cant ajisen @ Imm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so change plan! meet linbean tomorrow to jalan jalan jp, meet aly friday at an undecided location, saturday go bugis with mom and sissy, prolly, and then meet jon later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;linny say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll go to a cafe with cakes ._. cuz she wants to buy me a cake. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aly say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she'd go anywhere with me because saturday's got no school!&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;That's about alllllll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barney kicked me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH I HAVENT INTRODUCED BARNEY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SWTV73_Z3sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GzxrhzYiVws/s200/DSC01954.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288587087058689730" /&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;This is Barney the silky terrier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his favourite hangout is.. under the table. he's always excited to see new people, so expect to get licked/ pawed/ jumped on if you enter my house. he always whimper when people leaves. he sleeps with my sissy, and he loves to follow people around. oh, and he's afraid of Porkchop! hahaha! fancy that. a terrier. afraid of a guinea pig. Porkchop so cool when Barney went over to break the ice lor ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Barney's naughty ): doesn't listen to me. and i can't bear to hantam him. so. sigh. bopian. he's sooooo sweet.. when i got home from work earlier on, i was in a 'fuck off i'm pissed' mood, then he came jumping all over me and showering me with licks. and the anger evaporated! cool innit! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's my new alarm clock T.T one that i can't reset or switch off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He woke me up at 9 this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i must go to bed soon -.- lest he wake me at nine, deprived of sleep, causing me to almost fall asleep at work just now. tomorrow! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tilt head to the side and look at people with a wide eyes look for a classic Barney look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Hadi just now, at bl interchange with his mom. had a short rushed chat (: so damn long nvr see any classmates already. sigh. missing some, but not all, duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to go to the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4108378148293740959-4106800260247512947?l=elizebethmegan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/feeds/4106800260247512947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4108378148293740959&amp;postID=4106800260247512947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4106800260247512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4108378148293740959/posts/default/4106800260247512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizebethmegan.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgetting-world.html' title='Forgetting the world.'/><author><name>Elizmegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985250461715553576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/Snb0MSiHjLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/YEsasK4LZDA/S220/16-02-09_1530.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTJGmSFxYZ8/SWTV73_Z3sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GzxrhzYiVws/s72-c/DSC01954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
