<?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-6538198</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:05:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>niZ-</title><subtitle type='html'>anithing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-112687945608324663</id><published>2005-09-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:04:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e&lt;br /&gt;TOO CLOSE TO BE CLOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears that ive shed&lt;br /&gt;throughout this journey of ours&lt;br /&gt;seems a little too much for me&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired, worn out&lt;br /&gt;of the bullshit that is going on&lt;br /&gt;so much so that ive actually became numb to the whole situation&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because we're too close to be close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever something happens in my life&lt;br /&gt;i find myself asking&lt;br /&gt;do you deserve the right to know?&lt;br /&gt;ive came to a point&lt;br /&gt;whereby i practically feel ostrasized&lt;br /&gt;the only excuse i can find is&lt;br /&gt;we're too close to be close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears ive shed&lt;br /&gt;seems a little too much&lt;br /&gt;im just so tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-112687945608324663?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112687945608324663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112687945608324663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112687945608324663' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-112628182058992048</id><published>2005-09-09T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:16:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSIGNIFICANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either you dont notice ,&lt;br /&gt;or you simply dont seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;its as if im just a girl,&lt;br /&gt;nothing else, nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;insignificant in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;that you fail to acknowledge my presence,&lt;br /&gt;each time we meet?&lt;br /&gt;is it so difficult just to smile and say hello?&lt;br /&gt;i just wish and pray that one day,&lt;br /&gt;i would be significant enough to be noticed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that you are "oh so fine'&lt;br /&gt;so dashing and my prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;well, i wont deny the fact that you are.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that you will never be mine&lt;br /&gt;cause im just too insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-112628182058992048?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112628182058992048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112628182058992048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628182058992048' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-112394518677695325</id><published>2005-08-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T07:59:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;didnt blog for such a long time.. why?? cause i was lazy. hahahah... life is as usual.. stuff happened! anyways.. next ,monday is godma carol's birthday.. then next saturday is baby chris birthday!! cant wait!! need to save up to buy!&lt;br /&gt;thats all! byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-112394518677695325?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112394518677695325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112394518677695325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394518677695325' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-112186601097255510</id><published>2005-07-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:26:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eunice png's invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you have 1 friend(s) that invited you to join their mobile friends network.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Friend(s) waiting for you to accept include:&lt;br /&gt;eunice png&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*  Send free text messages (SMS) to over 400 wireless networks worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;*  Meet new friends by searching over 30 million members on the world's largest mobile network&lt;br /&gt;*  Build your own mobile homepage&lt;br /&gt;*  Upload, store and share unlimited photos in your Mobile Photo Album&lt;br /&gt;*  Join a Club and message people who share the same interests as you&lt;br /&gt;*  Get the world in the palm of your hand by subscribing to Mobile Alerts for movies, music, games, sports, news and more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Click the link below to view your friend's photos and accept your invitations.&lt;br /&gt;http://reg.sms.ac/registration/Intro.aspx?EmailAddress=niz-.hurts@blogger.com&amp;amp;InvitorNbrs=48987629;&amp;amp;r=0&amp;amp;t=4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SMS.ac. The always on, always connected Mobile Network.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Don't want to be invited by your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link above to "block future invitations" from family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SMS.ac, Inc., 255 G Street #723, San Diego, Ca 92101 USA&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-112186601097255510?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112186601097255510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112186601097255510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186601097255510' title='eunice png&apos;s invitation'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-112039756304751240</id><published>2005-07-03T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T06:32:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just something that i wrote, it may not be the best but its just how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost, messed up,&lt;br /&gt;confused and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i make it so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;but you just dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;why dont you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i give up?&lt;br /&gt;should i move on?&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont wanna waste my time,&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna keep kidding myself&lt;br /&gt;that you would actually fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;you are just too dense.&lt;br /&gt;to understand how i feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;its just too undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;to put it in words,&lt;br /&gt;how i really feel for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-112039756304751240?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112039756304751240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/112039756304751240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112039756304751240' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-111968431623265820</id><published>2005-06-25T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:25:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS!&lt;br /&gt;its been long since i blogged. too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. came back from con camp.&lt;br /&gt;must say that it is one of the best camps that ive been to.&lt;br /&gt;learnt so much. wished that i could like stay there forever!&lt;br /&gt;now.. well. school holidays are coming to an end. i dont wanna go back to school!&lt;br /&gt;cause that means that i have to study. lazy to study.&lt;br /&gt;havent even completed my homework.&lt;br /&gt;so yupps! this post comes to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-111968431623265820?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111968431623265820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111968431623265820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111968431623265820' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-111701108165631900</id><published>2005-05-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:51:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eunice png's invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have 1 friend that has invited you to their mobile friends network at SMS.ac, the most popular mobile community in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;At SMS.ac you can meet new friends, find that special someone to flirt with or exchange messages via the Web with millions of users worldwide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Friend(s) waiting for you to accept include:&lt;br /&gt;eunice png&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Click the link below to see your friend(s) photos and accept their invitations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;http://reg.sms.ac/registration/Intro.aspx?EmailAddress=niz-.hurts@blogger.com&amp;amp;InvitorNbrs=48987629;&amp;amp;r=0&amp;amp;t=4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Don't want to be invited by your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link above to "block future invitations" from family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SMS.ac,Inc.,7770 Regents Road, Suite 113-405, San Diego, CA 92122 USA&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-111701108165631900?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111701108165631900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111701108165631900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111701108165631900' title='eunice png&apos;s invitation'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-111365907354731136</id><published>2005-04-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T06:44:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kinda dedicating this blog and all to my class, sec 3 integrity.&lt;br /&gt;even though its not made by me.&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of how close and tight all of us are.&lt;br /&gt;we won the track meet and swim meet. both in which our class came in first.&lt;br /&gt;im really happy to be in this class.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;know that i havent been blogging lately so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now got mid year and all. no time!!!&lt;br /&gt;so stress!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-111365907354731136?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111365907354731136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111365907354731136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111365907354731136' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-111061594440666003</id><published>2005-03-12T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:25:44.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored. its like no one's online and i dont really wanna do my project. dots.&lt;br /&gt;today is maureen's and jac's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;wished them happy birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;im like going broke buying presents for the 'marchers'.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. my turn will come i guess. i mean to receive presents!&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-111061594440666003?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111061594440666003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/111061594440666003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111061594440666003' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110994177084275884</id><published>2005-03-04T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T05:09:30.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. things hasnt been going well these few days.&lt;br /&gt;things are like so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;im so confused.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wads going on.&lt;br /&gt;i want an answer.&lt;br /&gt;i contemplate giving up on you. but i dont think i will.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110994177084275884?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110994177084275884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110994177084275884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994177084275884' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110949073995097206</id><published>2005-02-26T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:52:19.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heehee. im just really bored. waiting and waiting. for time to pass. lazy to study although common test coming up. lucky i listen in class. see? im like so guai..NOT!&lt;br /&gt;im just very crazy today. haha. got a loose screw up there. haha. so fun bullying ameria. im mad. nvm.i better shut up before i really go mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110949073995097206?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110949073995097206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110949073995097206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110949073995097206' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110881834988304482</id><published>2005-02-19T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T05:08:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya peeps. is my template nice??? i dunno wad happened to the previous 2 entries. i didnt write them.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. about the links all of them are there but the thing for you to scroll down cannot be seen. but there are more links if you move downwards in that particular boxx.aiyarr. dunno larr. haha&lt;br /&gt;things are like so messed up nowadays. i really dont know wads going on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;so yupp. i dont think im going to continue. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;update next time im free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110881834988304482?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110881834988304482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110881834988304482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110881834988304482' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110792722959662679</id><published>2005-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:33:49.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eunice png's invitation</title><content type='html'>eunice png has invited you to join her mobile friends' network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply click the link below to confirm your relationship with eunice.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sms.ac/registration/Intro.aspx?InviteId=oxdc18909p002y5ekh5rp0apy4rl3wm172mi2by6w429tl453ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be invited by your friends? Click on the link above to "block future invitations" from family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110792722959662679?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110792722959662679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110792722959662679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110792722959662679' title='eunice png&apos;s invitation'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110566900715398967</id><published>2005-01-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:16:47.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! just came back from camp last night and then today dont need to go to school. im like badly sunburnt!&lt;br /&gt;cause yesterday went to the seashore. then i never put sunblock. then got sunburnt lor.&lt;br /&gt;pam and sarah faces burnt really badly!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we were like going mad in the bus ride home!&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream liao.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;will come back and blog more.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110566900715398967?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110566900715398967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110566900715398967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110566900715398967' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110406182841804240</id><published>2004-12-26T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T03:50:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;im back to blogg!!&lt;br /&gt;the midnight mass was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;pple gave me presents and i wasnt quite expecting that&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty..i didnt get them anything!&lt;br /&gt;next year lor.&lt;br /&gt;all of them looked great!&lt;br /&gt;the girls were stunning.&lt;br /&gt;the guys looked erm. better then usual??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;its going to be next year in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;now i really wished that the holidays will not end!&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for school start then can see all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant really go out that often.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiights.&lt;br /&gt;see you guys next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110406182841804240?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110406182841804240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110406182841804240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406182841804240' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110318912585131110</id><published>2004-12-16T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:25:25.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is the template nice???&lt;br /&gt;i made it myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..was kinda bored so i thought of changing it..&lt;br /&gt;things has been going great so far..&lt;br /&gt;but we cant say so for the future!!&lt;br /&gt;hope for the best lor!&lt;br /&gt;nth to write liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110318912585131110?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110318912585131110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110318912585131110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110318912585131110' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110260074848869415</id><published>2004-12-09T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T05:59:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>copied this from my sister's blog..she got the whole thing..i only took the month that i was born in!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift._______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110260074848869415?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110260074848869415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110260074848869415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260074848869415' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110258571460514337</id><published>2004-12-09T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:48:34.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..lemme see..&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff has been happening..haha&lt;br /&gt;trying to believe it..haha&lt;br /&gt;but cant really believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many pple noe about it i guess..&lt;br /&gt;im not sure..&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna find out soon..hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110258571460514337?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110258571460514337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110258571460514337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258571460514337' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110199616457644828</id><published>2004-12-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:02:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya..i noe that i havent been blogging for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;okok..&lt;br /&gt;salt's day out was damn fun..&lt;br /&gt;played soccer.&lt;br /&gt;got kicked in the shin.&lt;br /&gt;hurts.&lt;br /&gt;now i got a blue black there.&lt;br /&gt;got dirty-of course.&lt;br /&gt;collected sea shells.&lt;br /&gt;belonged to a group called the green godzillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tml going to val's house with lynn.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a new bikini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110199616457644828?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110199616457644828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110199616457644828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199616457644828' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110076536943420009</id><published>2004-11-18T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:09:29.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya...i was bored and i thought my blog needed a new skin so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;i chose it cause the theme 'marshmallow' kinda meant something to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110076536943420009?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110076536943420009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110076536943420009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110076536943420009' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110069998488810735</id><published>2004-11-17T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:00:22.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya peeps..was bored so did some quizzes which gave me answers that i kinda didnt expect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/h2&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-sensitive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/lip-gloss-watermelon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Lip Gloss Flavor Is: Watermelon&lt;/h2&gt;You tend to approach life as a fun game - being playful at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a flirt with flair, and your the type most likely to surprise your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're popularity doesn't stop with guys... you've got a great group of girlfriends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fresh, aggressive, and more than a little sassy. The tangy taste of watermelon goes great on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/lipglossquiz.html"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results are pretty surprising huh??&lt;br /&gt;anyway..shall end here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110069998488810735?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110069998488810735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110069998488810735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110069998488810735' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110048601261053833</id><published>2004-11-14T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T18:33:32.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy peeps.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i havent been blogging for a long time&lt;br /&gt;i went for a holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;just that the resort's swimming pool was kinda under maintanence.&lt;br /&gt;dots.of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and a top!&lt;br /&gt;that was the first time i complained that my legs were aching from all that shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel as if you are ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;and at that times.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110048601261053833?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110048601261053833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110048601261053833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110048601261053833' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-110008636066861682</id><published>2004-11-10T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:33:11.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/brazilian-bikini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a Brazilian Bikini!&lt;/h2&gt;You are confident, flirty, and rockin' in a skimpy bikini.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the bod to wear almost any swimsuit...&lt;br /&gt;So you choose minimal coverage - and maximum tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/bikiniquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Bikini Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/h2&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/engagementringquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a%20href="&gt;Find'&gt;http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You've Been Bit By the Shopping Bug!&lt;/h2&gt;You're constantly adding to your wardrobe - and it shows&lt;br /&gt;However, you can show some restraint. You love good deals.&lt;br /&gt;Your love of the clearance rack has paid off...&lt;br /&gt;You probably have only maxed out card or two, if at all! &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/shopping-bug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/shopaholicquiz.html"&gt;Are You a Shopaholic? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-110008636066861682?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110008636066861682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/110008636066861682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110008636066861682' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109982642858000281</id><published>2004-11-07T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:20:28.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have You Ever? :: Brandy [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt; You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for the words to get to their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] Have you ever found that one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt; Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed you eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] What I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt; What I gotta do to to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you into my world&lt;br /&gt;'Coz baby I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109982642858000281?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109982642858000281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109982642858000281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109982642858000281' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109982510148781166</id><published>2004-11-07T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:58:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg!&lt;br /&gt;someone just shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;these few days can say have been good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna feel how it feels like to be in one.&lt;br /&gt;kinda contradicting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so many things is going on in church now.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean good things&lt;br /&gt;we need to go help out in church and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;then with lynn to make enquiries for the tuition next year.&lt;br /&gt;thats abt all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109982510148781166?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109982510148781166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109982510148781166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109982510148781166' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109965850113994184</id><published>2004-11-05T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T04:41:41.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to val's house!&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun&lt;br /&gt;managed to see him sleeping&lt;br /&gt;he didnt even noe i was there&lt;br /&gt;dots&lt;br /&gt;then three of us lied on the bed&lt;br /&gt;stupid sleepyhead keep on want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tell him wake up he dun wan&lt;br /&gt;until i tried to tickle him!!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt noe that he was scared of tickles&lt;br /&gt;so we started tickling each other. heex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lynn came&lt;br /&gt;we ate lunch&lt;br /&gt;cosied onto ben's bed.&lt;br /&gt;then played a trick on lynn.&lt;br /&gt;freaked her out.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;val and i are damn good actresses!&lt;br /&gt;aiyarr.ben was playing x-box.&lt;br /&gt;didnt care abt anything else.&lt;br /&gt;their father fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109965850113994184?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109965850113994184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109965850113994184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965850113994184' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109905129201667800</id><published>2004-10-29T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T05:01:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now pple are flooding my mind with their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;making me scared and confused.&lt;br /&gt;wad the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today last day of skool!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax.&lt;br /&gt;i got into 3H!&lt;br /&gt;same class as char and litz.and anne!!&lt;br /&gt;this class is gonna be funkey and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe wad to write liao.&lt;br /&gt;shall end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109905129201667800?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109905129201667800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109905129201667800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905129201667800' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109896927118207922</id><published>2004-10-28T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:14:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope that wad i think is going on is not true.&lt;br /&gt;im really worried if the outcome is really true.&lt;br /&gt;then im really going to be in a tight spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.im confusing pple who dunno wad is going here.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.you dun need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting so freaky now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109896927118207922?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109896927118207922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109896927118207922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109896927118207922' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109879306288951589</id><published>2004-10-26T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T05:17:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so darn confused &lt;br /&gt;my feelings are swirling around every single minute.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it when i start controlling my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is..&lt;br /&gt;it has become natural for me to control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;its like not normal for me to fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think i may like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be like&lt;br /&gt;"no.i cannot like this guy."&lt;br /&gt;cause i noe there is this chance of the whole situation developing into something more..&lt;br /&gt;i really dun want wad happened to me in sec 1 to actually happen again.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i cannot let go or anything.&lt;br /&gt;its just that its a scar for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109879306288951589?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109879306288951589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109879306288951589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879306288951589' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109870640948725150</id><published>2004-10-25T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T05:13:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im borredd.&lt;br /&gt;so im bloggin, to past time.&lt;br /&gt;went to mandy's house today.&lt;br /&gt;tutored her sister maths.&lt;br /&gt;then did alot of craft work for annabel,&lt;br /&gt;since her birthday is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with loads of glitter.&lt;br /&gt;and macaroni alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;hahax.and superr glue.&lt;br /&gt;so icky and FUN!&lt;br /&gt;then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went to church&lt;br /&gt;went for mass with benjamin, anton, val, sam, wendii, nad and joanna.&lt;br /&gt;then went to compass-kfc&lt;br /&gt;then.i saw joey.&lt;br /&gt;freaked out&lt;br /&gt;choked on my ice.&lt;br /&gt;then anton started shooting ice.&lt;br /&gt;so did ben&lt;br /&gt;but he aim somewhere else so i didnt bother  about him&lt;br /&gt;until the ice that he shot somewhere else, landed near me.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i took ben's bag cause he didnt wanna let me see his ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;carried it all the way until church. so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae.finished.will update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for salt and made rosaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109870640948725150?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109870640948725150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109870640948725150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109870640948725150' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109853026543326638</id><published>2004-10-23T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T04:17:45.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyya peeps..&lt;br /&gt;todae was family day.&lt;br /&gt;thought that it would be boring, but it turned out to be damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;2e got loads of customers. until not enough people to mend the stall.&lt;br /&gt;saw charis and jac in the canteen eating.&lt;br /&gt;adora and i then went to but marshmallows with chocolate&lt;br /&gt;then when we finished it, i smeared some of the left over chocolate on jac.&lt;br /&gt;jac got mad and chased me around the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sharilyn for the first time.and saw joey too.&lt;br /&gt;sharilyn was so cute.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.went to the bball court.&lt;br /&gt;got water bombed and kinda got slimed as well.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything.&lt;br /&gt;went to play bball.&lt;br /&gt;jac almost fell.but didnt fall.&lt;br /&gt;second time then she fell.&lt;br /&gt;all of us laughed lor.&lt;br /&gt;then the bball landed in the bin that some uncle was pushing.&lt;br /&gt;so funni!&lt;br /&gt;after that, i managed to stay in the court with the ball, but lost my balance and fell out of court.&lt;br /&gt;then jac and everyone was like laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;jac was like,"i demo for you"&lt;br /&gt;so when she demo that time.i pushed her she fell flat on the floor!!!&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata for now..blogg next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109853026543326638?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109853026543326638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109853026543326638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109853026543326638' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109836115990251992</id><published>2004-10-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T05:19:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booya pple..&lt;br /&gt;noe that i havent updated in a longggg time..&lt;br /&gt;exams and exams.&lt;br /&gt;which im glad is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time went out with lynn to orchard for a SHOPPING SPREE.&lt;br /&gt;she jus bought a digi cam.&lt;br /&gt;so all the way to orchard, even in the mrt, she was snapping pics, keep asking me to smile!!&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;then we kinda forgot the way to far east plaza.&lt;br /&gt;from cineleisure we walked all the way.&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up with a blister.&lt;br /&gt;took neos!!&lt;br /&gt;and more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;we kinda looked like tourists you noe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was damn fun, videotaping the stuff at orchard.&lt;br /&gt;damn funni.&lt;br /&gt;bought a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;a future state skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats abt all.&lt;br /&gt;will update next time..&lt;br /&gt;hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109836115990251992?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109836115990251992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109836115990251992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836115990251992' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109558949447353915</id><published>2004-09-19T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T03:24:54.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back!&lt;br /&gt;okie..lemme see..oh yar..went to church..went to compass..with leanna, &lt;br /&gt;michelle, char, sarah, cam, nad, gabe, aggie and me of course!&lt;br /&gt;then went for salt..then went for tuition..hahax..then told adora some &lt;br /&gt;stuff..not going to say..&lt;br /&gt;then we met charis.sit down at macs and toktok for a few minutes before we &lt;br /&gt;went back to class..&lt;br /&gt;class finished, we went home, met kavern and rache's friend eunice on the &lt;br /&gt;way..must be go and meet rache..anyway..walked home with adora..&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog todae..so entry very short..&lt;br /&gt;still using my email to blog..irritatin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Take a break! Find destinations on MSN Travel. http://www.msn.com.sg/travel/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109558949447353915?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109558949447353915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109558949447353915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109558949447353915' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109532726060836996</id><published>2004-09-16T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T02:34:20.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyeeeee..todae jac came over and wreacked my whole house!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding..anyway..heres wishing them all the best in their relation ship and &lt;br /&gt;hope that they will love and care for each other as long as they are &lt;br /&gt;together.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borerrrrrrrrreddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe wad to write..so shall end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Find it on the web with MSN Search. http://search.msn.com.sg/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109532726060836996?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109532726060836996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109532726060836996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532726060836996' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109528792067812773</id><published>2004-09-15T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:38:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyyyyaaaa guess wad???&lt;br /&gt;me, sarah, pam and khalijah got 4th in the maths trail..not among the class &lt;br /&gt;but among all the whole level lehs...so we are damn good liao can!!&lt;br /&gt;we brought glory to sec 2 ENDURANCE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahax..theese 2 days..was ok for me ..not very good though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i wish you know who and your stead,&lt;br /&gt;a loooooooong relationship, and that you guys will love and care for each &lt;br /&gt;other aloooottt!!...yeah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyaaaaaa..byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Download MSN Messenger emoticons and display pictures. &lt;br /&gt;http://ilovemessenger.msn.com/?mkt=en-sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109528792067812773?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109528792067812773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109528792067812773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109528792067812773' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109506821893314459</id><published>2004-09-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T02:36:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now..im like using email to post an entry...so mar fun&lt;br /&gt;anyway..yesterday was my code's day!!!! LAME!! i noe..hahax..lemme see wad i &lt;br /&gt;did arh..&lt;br /&gt;oh yar..i went to meet rache at compass point and not surprisingly, she &lt;br /&gt;didnt tell me that kavern aka her stead was comin so yeah..because if she &lt;br /&gt;tell me that kavern was coming..she noe that i wont go wan lor..hahax..that &lt;br /&gt;girl is down right know me..hahax..&lt;br /&gt;then....met kavern at the playground..quite awkward lar..seeing that it was &lt;br /&gt;only my second time seeing her..then after that..kavern smoked cigarette &lt;br /&gt;after cigarette..then rache drank one can of beer..which im proud to say i &lt;br /&gt;didnt drink when she offered me!..dotx.&lt;br /&gt;then rache's face went totally red..then she kept telling kavern wad how &lt;br /&gt;many more cigarettes she can smoke or something like that lar..&lt;br /&gt;then she started singing and singing and singing..and i was like RACHE!!! &lt;br /&gt;stop singing..then kavern and i kept laughing at her lor...&lt;br /&gt;only yesterday then we tokked lar...came to see that she was a damn nice &lt;br /&gt;person...and im really happy for rache!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then erm...went to mcdonalds..to buy ice cream..rache treat me..rich kid lar &lt;br /&gt;she..anyway...then they laugh at me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause i never eat properly..then the icecream kept dripping on my &lt;br /&gt;shirt...bleah-&lt;br /&gt;then after that kavern asked me to smile again..then i was like ok...then &lt;br /&gt;she told rachel..that my dimples nicer then hers..hahax!!..cause rache and i &lt;br /&gt;both have dimples mar..but she said mine was nicer when rache was jus &lt;br /&gt;there!!&lt;br /&gt;and rache was like fine...those kind lar..damn funny lar...&lt;br /&gt;after that went to tuition lor...quite boring lar..but quite fun too???&lt;br /&gt;hahax...anyway...nth to write liao..so shall stop here..&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of Singapore &amp; Malaysia stock prices. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.msn.com.sg/money/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109506821893314459?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109506821893314459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109506821893314459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506821893314459' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109490320271225126</id><published>2004-09-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T04:46:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnnnnnggggg!!</title><content type='html'>Alicia Keys-If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;The promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand me a world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be?&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Get MSN Hotmail alerts on your mobile. &lt;br /&gt;http://mobile.msn.com/ac.aspx?cid=uuhp_hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109490320271225126?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109490320271225126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109490320271225126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109490320271225126' title='sonnnnnnggggg!!'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109490182953047311</id><published>2004-09-11T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T04:23:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>troubles, troubles and more troubles</title><content type='html'>ok..i know that i havent been blogging for an awfully long time..well..its &lt;br /&gt;not my fault actually. this stewpig blogger dun wanna work lar..i cant even &lt;br /&gt;post my entry lor!&lt;br /&gt;so irritatin.&lt;br /&gt;back to the point&lt;br /&gt;many things happened to me along this period of time..troubles started..i &lt;br /&gt;was so darn confused&lt;br /&gt;well, it all started with you.you know who you are.i wont give any details &lt;br /&gt;cause it is really nasty..&lt;br /&gt;I HATE 29/8 SUNDAY!!!!!!!! THAT DAY JUST SUCKED LIKE HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was the stupidest person on earth, why did i have to tell &lt;br /&gt;you????&lt;br /&gt;why didnt i jus pretended like you were joking????? why was i so dumb???&lt;br /&gt;that day was the most horrible day of my life. most stupid day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;most embarrasing day of my life. most terrible day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;you keep asking me to relax..well, im trying to..sometimes, i can...but when &lt;br /&gt;im in a thinking mood, i tend to tense up so yeah, im really sorry. really &lt;br /&gt;sorry really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;honestly, im not sure if we could be back the way we used to, cause its like &lt;br /&gt;this incident will always stand between me no matter how much i try, &lt;br /&gt;although im going to try to forget this whole incident. you said that you &lt;br /&gt;are like suposed to be the one fretting, but you are not so i should not &lt;br /&gt;yeah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..today was the youth mass..everything was a total disaster!!..&lt;br /&gt;we played the piano horribly..its like some parts wrong, then we paused..so &lt;br /&gt;its like halfway, the music will somehow stop..so malu!!!&lt;br /&gt;bleeah--but i know that we did our best..and i hope that sheena and i will &lt;br /&gt;be better the next time round yeah??? which is actually next month&lt;br /&gt;it was damn freaky can..pple say that they saw my face emotions change damn &lt;br /&gt;quickly..very fast change to the shock mood..you know wad i mean???&lt;br /&gt;hahax..although it was great fun..i think we kinda pissed daniel off..cause &lt;br /&gt;it was like we were so nervous and we kept asking him when do we start &lt;br /&gt;playing so i guessed that he was damn irritated with us..but later he &lt;br /&gt;apologised lar..so yeah...we are really forgiving pple mar..&lt;br /&gt;kidding..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think that this post is long enough, may or maynot write &lt;br /&gt;tml..heehee...&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Fast. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-109316828030536749</id><published>2004-08-22T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T02:51:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-bleah-finally i get to play the net..my computer got the virus for a WHOLE MONTH!!! a whole month..which means i didnt get to play the internet for a whole month! imagine that!.&lt;br /&gt;so damn sucky..with the streaming coming and the CTs..its kinda driving me nuts though...&lt;br /&gt;but im surviving..with my firends and all...oh well..dots man..i dunnoe wad to write so ill stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-109316828030536749?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109316828030536749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/109316828030536749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109316828030536749' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108936209409613359</id><published>2004-07-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T01:34:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyya pple..im like at skool now..cause..im damn bored..at the it meeting nth to do wan..anyway...finally..common test over liao..i think im so gonna fail my home economics...cause i everything all anyhow do wan..my maths ar..quite difficult leh...didnt  expect it to be so damn diff lor...i only left like one question worth one mark can...i dunnoe how to do...first time i left blank cause i dunnoe how to do can...so frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;suckening...anyway..continue when i get home..so yeah..miss ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108936209409613359?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108936209409613359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108936209409613359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936209409613359' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108851312002212634</id><published>2004-06-29T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T05:45:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAD IS HERE!IM INVADING NIZ BLOOG!&lt;br /&gt;muahahha!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;she is just too lazy to&lt;br /&gt;update!&lt;br /&gt;what a piig!=X&lt;br /&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;strong&gt;hello everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadine &lt;strong&gt;the great one&lt;/strong&gt; is here!&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see.&lt;br /&gt;eunice had school today.&lt;br /&gt;eunice had lessons.&lt;br /&gt;eunice had recess.&lt;br /&gt;eunice ate &lt;strong&gt;alot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice...i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;haha!=PpP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im booredd.&lt;br /&gt;eunice is a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;eunice is a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;eunice is a kind and caring girl.&lt;br /&gt;eunice is hot!&lt;br /&gt;eunice is pretty!&lt;br /&gt;eunice is hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;eunice is good!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;not!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;MUHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;kayye la.&lt;br /&gt;im joking.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mommy!&lt;br /&gt;i still love you&lt;br /&gt;truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;mwwaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else to sayy.&lt;br /&gt;see you all.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love eunice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- &lt;strong&gt;nadine rocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108851312002212634?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108851312002212634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108851312002212634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851312002212634' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108772643340649839</id><published>2004-06-20T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T03:13:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer Sunshine-Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it’s changing, I stay the same &lt;br /&gt;I’m... a solo cello outside a chor-us &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a secret, &lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to tell that you’ve been keeping me warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings &lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven &lt;br /&gt;Don’t give it back, I’ve never felt so wanted &lt;br /&gt;Are you taking me home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you have to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’ve left me, there’s no retur-ning &lt;br /&gt;I keep comparing, you’re always win-ning &lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong but you’ll never be more wanted &lt;br /&gt;Will you make me at home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me you have to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya da... ya da... ya da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings &lt;br /&gt;In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven &lt;br /&gt;Don’t give it back &lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and I need to stay warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I miss you like nobody else &lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108772643340649839?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108772643340649839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108772643340649839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108772643340649839' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108745810153722558</id><published>2004-06-17T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:41:41.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sorry for not updating for sucha long time.must say that during this period of time, lotsa things happened.especially in church.*sigh*i do hope that everything will actually turn out fine.there is so much tension between us now.why cant we be lyk last time,no backstabbing and everything.actually looking forward to the confrontation in order to actually noe wad the hell is going on here.&lt;br /&gt;ok.now to tell u abt yesterday.lynn,liz,kimberley(their cousin)and i plus my sister's friends. the whole lot of us went to the wild wild wet at downtown east.it was a blast.though we had to queue bloody long jus to play the ride.there was one ride that only lynn and i sat.its lyk a 'u'shape.so when the float comes down,u actually feel lyk the float is going to overturn anytime!cause the slope was bloody steep!my heart was in my mouth can.then we were lyk 'why did we sit this ride?'i shouted at first.but then later never cause was too terrified to shout.stupid right?then lynn closed her eyes.hahax.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will update somemore, hopeflly..hahax.so see u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108745810153722558?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108745810153722558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108745810153722558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745810153722558' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108168041928894224</id><published>2004-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T03:50:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heehee..pple..im back to kick some butt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aiyar..i noe i long time neva update..but i damn lazi..lar..sorri..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae...the passion play was a success man!!!!! wah..the make-up damn thick can!!!&lt;br /&gt;then the costume make us sweat lyk anithing..then backstage....everyone all hogging the mirror..hahax..to check how good they look in the mirror mar...&lt;br /&gt;then the whole church full-house can!!!!! we were so damn nervous lor...then when we went out, i almost laughed can..but i managed to control my mouth..so neva smile lor...&lt;br /&gt;then move around alot..coz im the cheeky cheeky one mar...no choise but to move around alot..then kat*mummy had to keep pulling me back...&lt;br /&gt;then when they nail jesus a.k.a joseph to the cross that time..all our backs were facing the audience except for jesus, brian and gilbert...then we were keeling down facing the stage...so we had a good view of wad was going on...then when gilbert hit the wood that time..he made a hole in the wood!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then the hammer got stuck..but he manage to take it out lar..so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing when i was not supposed to laugh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was shaking lyk aniting!!!&lt;br /&gt;aniwae...to all the passion play actors and actresses.....GOOD JOB GUYS!!!! TILL NEXT YEAR WHEN WE DO IT AGAIN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108168041928894224?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108168041928894224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108168041928894224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168041928894224' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-108056488366848880</id><published>2004-03-29T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T05:32:56.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya guys...sorri for not updating for so long..lazi lar..and damn busi..with the upcoming projects..and church's passion play of course...ok..i came across this blog that wrote this...i found it meaningful..so im jus going to post it up..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae...yesterdae was aggie's birthday..so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;H1&gt;happy birthdae aggie!!!!luv ya loads..tkc..*muacks*&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word "love" is so often used in vain. what is love? love is more than just a word. it's one's thoughts and actions for another. so why does love hurt? it hurts when there's betrayal and dishonesty. breaking the trust in you. it's also the words you say that stabs like a dagger, leaving it to heal through the course of time. although it heals, the scar will always remain and the piercing thought of the pain will linger. once, I've offered my heartfelt sympathy to you but you shoved it away because you wanted to protect yourself. you probably thought it was sarcasm and tease. now, PONDER. would you have done the same if you were in my shoes? you've nvr changed abit. you've nvr learnt your lesson. and now I walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is also a song..from church..&lt;br /&gt;THE PRODICAL SON&lt;br /&gt;verse:&lt;br /&gt;Father I have sinned&lt;br /&gt;Help me find my way&lt;br /&gt;Remember not my sins&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hear You say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Go in peace, sin no more&lt;br /&gt;Beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse:&lt;br /&gt;Father I have turned&lt;br /&gt;My back and walked away&lt;br /&gt;Depended on my strength&lt;br /&gt;And live life my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse:&lt;br /&gt;Father I have closed&lt;br /&gt;My heart to those in need&lt;br /&gt;Thought only of myself&lt;br /&gt;A victim of my greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;You are mine, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Go in peacem sin no more&lt;br /&gt;Beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse:&lt;br /&gt;Father I have loved&lt;br /&gt;If love's the word to use&lt;br /&gt;I've played so many games&lt;br /&gt;They've left me so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse: &lt;br /&gt;Father I've returned&lt;br /&gt;I'm home with You to stay&lt;br /&gt;Standing by Your door&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that You'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-108056488366848880?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108056488366848880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/108056488366848880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056488366848880' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-107944166711224783</id><published>2004-03-16T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T05:06:59.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v69/jbstylez/washedaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyaa..pple..im much better now...although still quite pissed..coz everyone's at the bbq and here i m typing away on the computer..and they still can sleep over can??????&lt;br /&gt;im lyk stumped at home lor...i wanna get out!!!!!!!!!! i feel lyk a bird that is locked up in a cage...with no freedom at all..no freedom...&lt;br /&gt;oh yar...my mom and i can say..having a realli strained relationship now...even tok oso got problem....when we tok we onli sae bye....onli one word..and i have to start the conversation...im lyk..pls lor...can u dun show me that black face???&lt;br /&gt;then its oso lyk she scold me scold not enough isit????still must show me that face...&lt;br /&gt;then..onli tok to my sister...lyk say..my sister and i sitting together on the sofa...she'll just ignore me and tok to my sister...im lyk wth!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its damn sickening lor...cant stand her manx...can tell u lar...this cruise rite???will be a n ultimate disaster!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dun lyk her..i prefer my father...hmpf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-107944166711224783?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107944166711224783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107944166711224783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944166711224783' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-107926766549060824</id><published>2004-03-14T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T04:37:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit my parents lar....i dun even wanna call them my parents lor..call them lyk that pollute my hand sia...damn baskit lar...shit them lar&lt;br /&gt;think wad huh??? can control me arh...fat hope man...over my dead body manx...fucking parents..give birth to me to scold me arh????&lt;br /&gt;think wad i come into this world to kena scolded isit????huh?????&lt;br /&gt;fine...dun let me go bbq...still dun let me go out and want to come straight home after skool...im lyk wad????????????&lt;br /&gt;id rather die lor...lyk tat then in life do wad???&lt;br /&gt;pls lor...i just finished exams lor...wad the fuck????&lt;br /&gt;finish piano exam thought can relax..still cannot...huh????&lt;br /&gt;i tell u...one dae i sure go bonkers wan lar....can die u noe...i feel lyk crying my heart out lor...no one understands...fuck them lar...go to hell man&lt;br /&gt;wished id neva existed....lyk tat then i dun even need to see their fucking faces...idiot..see them can fucking puke lar...bloody arseholes...&lt;br /&gt;HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE them lar....idiots lar...&lt;br /&gt;can even go out..wad kind of parents do i have?????????????&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IDIOTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-107926766549060824?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107926766549060824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107926766549060824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926766549060824' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-107866138666467564</id><published>2004-03-07T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T04:13:07.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyaaa...now is lent..and i think im goin to be a better a person..i hope...but i noe tat is impossible...coz lent is going to be over in lyk next month???&lt;br /&gt;oh well...now..im going to keep alot of things to myself...maybe that will help me to keep quiet and less irritatin according to nadine...then...try to be less noisy..more understandin towards others...more caring..be more patient with others...&lt;br /&gt;i oso pray tat i will not be too overbearing...and loud...so well...hope tat this lent will put a change in me...and if it does...its goin to be the most important lent period of my life coz...i think tat this is the onli time ive taken lent seriously...in the hope tat i will become a more matured person...so ive got this reflection..that i found it realli meaningful...its called...&lt;br /&gt;FOOTPRINTS&lt;br /&gt;one night i dreamed a dream. i was walking along the beach with my Lord. across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. for each scene, i noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord. when the last scene of my life shot before me i looked back at the footprints in the sand and to my surprise, i noticed that many times along the path of my life, there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt; i realized that this was at the lowest and saddest part of my life. this always bothered me and i questioned the Lord about my dilemma. "Lord, you told me when i decided to follow you, you would walk and talk with me all the way. but i'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. i just don't understand why, when i needed you most, you leave me." He whispered," my precious child, i love you and will never leave you never, ever, during your trials and testings. when you saw only one set of footprints it was then that i carried you."&lt;br /&gt;i think that this reflection was realli touching..and i hope to get more of them and to paste them here on my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-107866138666467564?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107866138666467564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107866138666467564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866138666467564' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-107823459040992750</id><published>2004-03-02T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T05:39:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyar...im so damn bored...bored to the core???&lt;br /&gt;that im blogging...if not i sure lazi to blog wan...wah...todae afternoon can die u noe....i jus get quite pissed lor...&lt;br /&gt;u see..coz it was raining at ard 3pm..when we supposed to meet nig they all at the basketball..at that time..but raining how to plae lorx....then marc messaged...saying that basketball cancelled...lynn and i were lyk wth..lor..aniwae...after a short while...the rain stopped.....then nig messaged say that they on the wae..then we went to the basketball court lor...&lt;br /&gt;then aggie..and marilyn came to join us...kat and gwen too...marc oso..wah...we toktoktoktok..then nadine jus fished lyk an alarm out of my bag..and it was a police alarm lor...then i told her not to pull...so she didnt..but i didnt noe..i swing swing swing the bloody thing...the string came out..so the noise thingy was activated lar...wah..everybody laugh at me lor...i damn dumb can...wah...then after tat..nadine kept pulling and pulling..aiyar..i heck care lar..police come..i sae is she pull wan lor...hahax..&lt;br /&gt;then i dunnoe wad i did...or how marilyn did it..i dun even noe wad caused her to do it lor..she jus lifted up my skirt lor...i zao geng can!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wah..i was blushing until my whole face turn beet red lor..can die lar...i was almost crying of embarrasment...then aggie they all still add on sae..wad..we need a doctor to examine my eys or sumthing..and i was lyk glaring at them lor...sickening lar...kick their ass then they noe...after tat i went for tuition lor..boring tuition..wad to do????hav to go.....so byeeeeeeeeeeeexxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-107823459040992750?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107823459040992750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538198/posts/default/107823459040992750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823459040992750' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638927949701181820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538198.post-107806270289589584</id><published>2004-02-29T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T05:54:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elox....aiyo..can die ya noe..i spent so much time on this layout lor...still not ready yet..but i lazy to improve on it..maybe tomolow then i do..&lt;br /&gt;wah..u noe on um...27/2..which was on a fridae..slackers went to um..the meeting for passion play...at 6..while marc and gang went for the altar bois meeting..at 7 pm..both of our meetings ended at the same time...then we went for the stations of the cross together..gwen...kat..brinston oso went..&lt;br /&gt;we made so much noise during the mass..then after the mass..we kena scolding lor...*sigh*..then the father somemore look at me and ask..understand?????i was lyk..okokokok..yeah yeah..damn scary lorx...neva forget tat manx...&lt;br /&gt;then i pleaded wif my dad to let me go supper wif them...at compass..my father allowed..much to my surprise..marilyn was laughing lor..coz i was lyk..please papa..please...hahax..&lt;br /&gt;then we went...nadine was forced to sit beside marc..until marc black face ya noe..lyk bao jing tian..hahax...after that...they made fun of me you noe...i went wif nigel...gwen..and jas to the fourth floor..to buy food...then when i came back...i saw this napkin..which said URNS..i read it as u noe..urns..as in when u pronounce it as a word...then later then i realised..its U R  N S...wah..so humialiting lorx..dotx manx.....then they saw my ezlink pic. sae look lyk horror movie..so irritating..but heck care lar..they playing mar..i so serious for wad riteo?&lt;br /&gt;then after tat...i went home wif marilyn..actually still got alot more..but this is onli the jizz of the story..so wait until the next update..kk?..tc..byeeeeeeeeex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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type='html'>elox everyone...i hope im feeling beta....u noe arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae..ash wednesdae..went to heartland mall wif nad and char...then after that reen came to meet us...we oso met um..michelle and camilla...coincidence...hahax..michelle so cute and she was lyk damn hyper..i mean i cant blame her..coz..its her birthdae...hahax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that abt um...5+ we wen home to shower..and do the necessary things...be4 we went to meet at compass at 7..well..we were SUPPOSED to..meet at compass...but howeva...i left the house at abt 7pm lorx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i'll be late rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i walking halfwae..i forgot to take money to top up my ezlink card lorx...dotz manx..then i ran all the wae home..but saw my father at the carpark..so i crept awae..lucki he neva see me...if not sure die wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tat...i arrived at compass at 7.15..lyk tat lar...did see them there...i tot they left coz they waited too long for me...so i walked all the wae back to church...and i didnt even see them there lor...damn sickening ya noe...they onli came abt 7.30..lor..luckily reen n aggie were there..oh ya..jac oso there....if not ill be all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met marilyn..exchanged shoes...hahax..hers high heels..quite hard to walk..but...quite ok lar...maybe coz i nt used to it lor...then gwen sae this shoes not mine..then i asked her how u noe..then she sae..this kind of gurl..will wear this kind of shoes meh...hahax...aiyar...dun care lar..i jus had a hard time putting my shoes back oncoz marilyn lar...loosen all the laces...stupid gurl ya noe...then after tat went home lorx....so now i realli nth to sae liao..tats abt all..byeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538198-107780565066110176?l=niz-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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