<?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-3871866282331505791</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:49:34.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lisa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871866282331505791.post-8051650143784395616</id><published>2010-04-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:31:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move over!</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8051650143784395616?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8051650143784395616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8051650143784395616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-over.html' title='move over!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-369562340714929865</id><published>2010-02-26T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:05:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i guess i'm not that important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that absence makes the heart grows fonder.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i've just been proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;recess break is officially here!&lt;br /&gt;need to use this time to catch up on work.&lt;br /&gt;and trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, had an evaluation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;felt accomplished (:&lt;br /&gt;managed to meet my objectives.&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasn't as good as the rest, at least i didn't disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;my feet are aching from the fieldtrip today.&lt;br /&gt;will write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-369562340714929865?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/369562340714929865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/369562340714929865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5289634224216520180</id><published>2010-02-17T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:02:43.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate this!</title><content type='html'>sniff sniff. cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff. cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff. cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think i'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from here, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5289634224216520180?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5289634224216520180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5289634224216520180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/hate-this.html' title='hate this!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2707714096426564046</id><published>2010-02-16T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:00:39.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and now, i guess i know where i stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like with everything else, .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i shouldn't even be feeling this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2707714096426564046?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2707714096426564046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2707714096426564046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/and.html' title='and ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2999471683533732874</id><published>2010-02-14T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:10:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobs</title><content type='html'>and i read from my bestie's blog telling me not to be pathetic on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i've cried a lot after a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;the friendship really means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i just don't know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just wish that .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2999471683533732874?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2999471683533732874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2999471683533732874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobs.html' title='sobs'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-8727637211469116074</id><published>2010-02-12T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:30:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super long weekend! ((:</title><content type='html'>well, i love long weekends! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, my weekends start on a Friday since that's my off day from school.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm especially loving this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;cos the CNY is extending my 'holiday' by a few days! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that my modules on Wednesday are all on e-learning mode.&lt;br /&gt;so that means my weekend starts today and ends on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;im just excited about this fact.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for later!&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with my babes!&lt;br /&gt;double yey-ness! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8727637211469116074?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8727637211469116074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8727637211469116074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-long-weekend.html' title='super long weekend! ((:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-4477176806664858325</id><published>2010-02-01T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:44:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 514px; HEIGHT: 337px" width="514" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb-K2tXWK4w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb-K2tXWK4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;It's the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Try to stay out of everybody's way&lt;br /&gt;It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;You know I haven't seen you around, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen feeling like&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Well count to ten, take it in, this is life before you know&lt;br /&gt;Who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;At fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough you're best friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool&lt;br /&gt;We'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;And then you're on your very first date&lt;br /&gt;And he's got a car and you're feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;And your mama's waiting up and you're thinkin' he's the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing round your room when the night ends&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When you're fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin around but&lt;br /&gt;In your life you'll do things greater than&lt;br /&gt;Dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind&lt;br /&gt;And we both cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when you're fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;I've found time can heal most anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who I was supposed to be, at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very first day&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this song has been playing in my head for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;noooo...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a die-hard fan of taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;i just find her songs listen-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;when i listened to this song, i kind of reflected on what happened when I was fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;I was still a (quite) innocent student. well, i still am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was the year when i got new classmates cos we were streamed into the different classes for Sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;and it also was the year when most of us behaved crazily and irritated most of the teachers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i felt that that year was the most fun one.&lt;br /&gt;went for alot of camps. cos i was chosen as a camp instructor.&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, the best camp was OBS! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was when i met D.&lt;br /&gt;the boy i fell in love with. haha.&lt;br /&gt;(he's a chinese, btw).&lt;br /&gt;and i have to agree with the song.&lt;br /&gt;that at this age when someone tells you they love you, you tend to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;he once told me that his love for me was unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was true at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;i had wished that it is still true. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;it's already 2010!&lt;br /&gt;and February is here! ((:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;cos the mom insists on making payments for tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the mom is sensible and nice!&lt;br /&gt;i just wish the son would put in more effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;back to concentrating in class ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-4477176806664858325?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4477176806664858325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4477176806664858325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-3719951282167708197</id><published>2010-01-29T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:27:27.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i find myself not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been quite okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the overwhelming feeling of having too many things to complete has not got to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;just felt super tired this week.&lt;br /&gt;reached sch at ard 7+ every day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;but felt quite accomplished this week.&lt;br /&gt;managed to hit the gym (which is rarely used) and do some workout (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too many things that i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't pen it down nw.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;will blog again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;nights! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you appear just to disappear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-3719951282167708197?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3719951282167708197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3719951282167708197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-3919903805423716806</id><published>2010-01-20T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:55:54.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr's thursday! (:</title><content type='html'>can't wait for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;to be over, that is!&lt;br /&gt;since it's the last day of the school week.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to be doing tutorials nw.&lt;br /&gt;but have not gotten round to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's first lesson at 830 again.&lt;br /&gt;so early! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw tuition has started again.&lt;br /&gt;heart pain with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;did something today.&lt;br /&gt;that i've wanted to do for a long time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog again sooon!&lt;br /&gt;nights (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-3919903805423716806?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3919903805423716806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3919903805423716806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/tmrs-thursday.html' title='tmr&apos;s thursday! (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5608499611965222500</id><published>2010-01-13T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:31:38.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy (belated) new year!</title><content type='html'>okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i haven't been updating much.&lt;br /&gt;here's wishing everyone Happy New Year!! (:&lt;br /&gt;may this year brings in alot of luck and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;qutie shagged.&lt;br /&gt;especially on tues.&lt;br /&gt;ended at 730pm! ):&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i have an off-day on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;hope to meet up with lava and alf sooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;i miss them loads ):&lt;br /&gt;missing lots of the other besties too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;need to eat dinner and revise.&lt;br /&gt;830 class tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're the only reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5608499611965222500?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5608499611965222500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5608499611965222500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='happy (belated) new year!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2445376813991214083</id><published>2009-12-27T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:51:08.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first ever accident!</title><content type='html'>so i met with an accident on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;was quite shocking for me.&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'll be in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a minor one.&lt;br /&gt;(and before you asked, it wasn't caused by me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was quite stupid.&lt;br /&gt;was driving down the (circular) slope at the multi-storey carpark.&lt;br /&gt;at minimal speed of 10km/h.&lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden, this car rammed into mine!&lt;br /&gt;(the slope is a one-way lane, if you don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was super pissed at the stupid driver.&lt;br /&gt;how can he not see (or know) that the slope was a downward one?&lt;br /&gt;there was a no entry sign there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, he did not 'run' away.&lt;br /&gt;and he suggested that he would compensate.&lt;br /&gt;the car was hit from the front and fortunately, it was not dented badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sending the car tmr to the workshop he usually go to.&lt;br /&gt;the boss was quite nice and can get the job done in less than a day.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm quite happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that this is my first and last ever accident!&lt;br /&gt;dont want to be in this situation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;write again sooon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing my babes! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2445376813991214083?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2445376813991214083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2445376813991214083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-ever-accident.html' title='my first ever accident!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-762249837148989376</id><published>2009-12-22T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:03:26.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates! (:</title><content type='html'>so i've been a short (or long, maybe) hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well firstly, went to Penang for a race.&lt;br /&gt;a new race site.&lt;br /&gt;but it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;still prefer the dam.&lt;br /&gt;went with NTU this time around.&lt;br /&gt;alot of bonding sessions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside, however, was getting food poisoning on the last night! ):&lt;br /&gt;after eating seafood for team dinner.&lt;br /&gt;damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;was puking during the bus ride back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;and going to the toilet at every stop to clear the bowels.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the people!&lt;br /&gt;they were so helpful and comforting &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to singapore after 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;i looked burnt.&lt;br /&gt;weather there was damn, damn, damn hot!&lt;br /&gt;if you think singapore is hot, you should head there and try!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition started again, soon after.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that the kid would put in more effort and not be so lazy!&lt;br /&gt;always forgets to complete the homework and all.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;went for some shopping (and bill-paying, of course).&lt;br /&gt;felt happy! ((:&lt;br /&gt;cos usually i'll be feeling sad in December.&lt;br /&gt;for there'll be all the sales and i'll be penniless.&lt;br /&gt;and for this year, i'm not!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm estatic! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave parents more moolahs than usual.&lt;br /&gt;bought my mom the Scholl sandals (that i've promised her since two years back. hah).&lt;br /&gt;bought a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;bought somethingS else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i got myself an iPhone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, stupid HTC decided to die on me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a good opportunity to get the phone that i've been wanting! (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;just got my results for the semester a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i passed everything! ((:&lt;br /&gt;no As though. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but then, there's no Ds too!!&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm quite satisfied with this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning on working hard for the next sem! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired from typing too much too fast.&lt;br /&gt;shall update sooooonest! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;why am i afraid of doing smth that i am not good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-762249837148989376?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/762249837148989376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/762249837148989376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='updates! (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7314434256919277744</id><published>2009-12-01T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:07:48.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my december</title><content type='html'>yey!&lt;br /&gt;december is finally here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of stuffs coming up.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, more money too!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with the old friends.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, with the gang (lava, alf and pn!) (:&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going away to Penang on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;second time in a year!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;this time, with Phoenix! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with the project today.&lt;br /&gt;went quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;though i think the kids do not really appreciate what we did.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't really like the activities.&lt;br /&gt;cos they are required to do some work, instead of roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i think my group got closer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wonder if i'm being too sensitive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or if i'm not at all sensitive to others' feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try really hard to understand what others are going through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but sometimes, it just seems that i dont try hard enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating carrot cake right now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so darn nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;nicer than the ones at banquet.&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lesser time spent together does not change anything, if you do not want it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7314434256919277744?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7314434256919277744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7314434256919277744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-december.html' title='my december'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5672633439434844916</id><published>2009-11-30T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:29:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopefully ...</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the day when my GESL group will be carrying out our activities.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, everything will go smoothly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i was quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;after so much planning for the best activities, the group had to stick to Plan Z?&lt;br /&gt;first, we had fencing n all. all sponsored for.&lt;br /&gt;last minute, the company said they cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to postpone.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, we didnt want to take it up cos we don want to postpone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next bad thing was that the group didnt have enough funds?&lt;br /&gt;was quite upset abt this part.&lt;br /&gt;cos actually, i made an effort to try to join the competition in school to win the prize money.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like: ok! can!&lt;br /&gt;on the day itself, everyone fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;and nw, everyone must pay $18 for the activities.&lt;br /&gt;quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;december is coming! (:&lt;br /&gt;a month where there's a lot of sales and bargains.&lt;br /&gt;and where usually i get to catch up with the besties! (:&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i get to meet up with my (ex-working place) babes!&lt;br /&gt;before lava flies off for aussie and peina for US (and wont get to see her for two years!).&lt;br /&gt;of course, alf needs to spend time with her hubby too! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for nw! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;need some love from the gfs! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5672633439434844916?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5672633439434844916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5672633439434844916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hopefully.html' title='hopefully ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-211768141643994139</id><published>2009-11-29T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:43:44.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>went to JB yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;was quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;though didnt spend alot of time there.&lt;br /&gt;didnt have alot of money to spend too =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit my granny at my uncle's place.&lt;br /&gt;then, went to the night market before coming back to SG.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle was asking me to drive!&lt;br /&gt;but of course, my dad said no.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;like, i nv drive in JB before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were coming back, there was no jam at all at the Malaysian Customs.&lt;br /&gt;but at the Singapore, it was the absolute worst.&lt;br /&gt;was stuck there for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;when they checked our car, i felt that the guy was quite rude?&lt;br /&gt;he asked my dad if there are cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said that he's not a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;then the guy came over to the front and start checking the 'glove box' and the front compartment.&lt;br /&gt;so, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;but i felt like i don't really belong in any of my besties' life anymore?&lt;br /&gt;it's like i don't fit in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's either they are busy with school/work or busy with their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;n i am not part of any of it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke too!&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;like there's no need to spend for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;shall go have lunch for now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-211768141643994139?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/211768141643994139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/211768141643994139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2361938855718931888</id><published>2009-11-28T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:39:46.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the world ever fair?</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Salam Aidiladha to the muslim babes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to my dad's sister's hse.&lt;br /&gt;(of course, my sis didn't go. long story. but i guess she don't really care abt her family anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;spent the later part of the day there.&lt;br /&gt;ate some hari raya dishes, though i think my mom's the best!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;and just slack around.&lt;br /&gt;but my cousins are all way older than me.&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes, not on the same frequency.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;don't really have anything to say to the grandmom though.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be going over to my mom's side today.&lt;br /&gt;to visit my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;she's staying in JB with one of my uncles.&lt;br /&gt;but it's only going to be me and mom.&lt;br /&gt;how sad right?&lt;br /&gt;my sis is out with the bloody friends.&lt;br /&gt;my dad refused to go.&lt;br /&gt;cos he wants to entertain his mom! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it's damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;yest, all of us went to visit his mom.&lt;br /&gt;but today, he don even want to visit his mom-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really dislike my dad for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish, just sometimes wish, that my dad wont be such a pain when it comes to this.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2361938855718931888?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2361938855718931888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2361938855718931888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-world-ever-fair.html' title='Is the world ever fair?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-8417595421645677094</id><published>2009-11-25T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:49:35.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala..</title><content type='html'>so this week marks the start of my holidays! (:&lt;br /&gt;(last wednesday actually, after my paper. but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was spent mostly at the Singapore River.&lt;br /&gt;the annual Singapore River Regetta Race.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really stay for long as we were rushing off to study.&lt;br /&gt;(not me, though. just the rest of the team. heh)&lt;br /&gt;we got 2nd for IVP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ICA on monday.&lt;br /&gt;to collect the new passport.&lt;br /&gt;felt that it was really time-wasting.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to get it by that day.&lt;br /&gt;even though an appointment was set up, i had to wait for about half an hour before the queue number was called. (so much for shorter waiting time).&lt;br /&gt;then, after my number was called, i realised i didn't bring the old passport! ):&lt;br /&gt;so the woman said that i cant get my passport at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to get back to my hse to get the passport.&lt;br /&gt;was totally pissed off that day, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was spent doing tuition and going to Popular.&lt;br /&gt;retail-therapy by myself.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bought pens and markers at cheaper prices! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, gave tuition.&lt;br /&gt;bought some groceries for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;and now, here i am.&lt;br /&gt;fasting today, so i felt abit drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;i saw Sir Hafiz on FB and realised that he just got married!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is that the moment i saw the gown on his wife, i know i've seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;on who?&lt;br /&gt;ALFIAH!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;it was the exact same one that alf wore for her dinner laaa.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny can.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i felt that Alf wore the original one and the rest are just like copy versions?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i think dressmakers shd make a dress that is specific for a bride and not use it for others.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;enough of my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;shall go get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;the head is throbbing!&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8417595421645677094?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8417595421645677094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8417595421645677094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/lalala.html' title='lalala..'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2289386975530643016</id><published>2009-11-20T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:26:41.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration!</title><content type='html'>so i'm done with papers, essays and projects!&lt;br /&gt;yey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this calls for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;only that i haven really celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so nw it's time to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw got the emails to say that i pass both my extra english modules!&lt;br /&gt;woohoooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;having a race tmr.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll go watch some korean drama and slp after that! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2289386975530643016?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2289386975530643016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2289386975530643016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebration.html' title='celebration!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-8511105751822841149</id><published>2009-11-16T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:33:09.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one more!</title><content type='html'>so i'm done with my first two papers today.&lt;br /&gt;sitting for the third (and also, the last!) on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;it's THE maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;hopefull i'll do well enough for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for it to be over!&lt;br /&gt;so i can meet up with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;need to organise myself and do some plannings.&lt;br /&gt;so much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hasn't really been filled with roses lately.&lt;br /&gt;negative thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;unpleasant situations and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;life has its ups and downs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back to mugging.&lt;br /&gt;hope i don die on wed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8511105751822841149?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8511105751822841149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8511105751822841149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-one-more.html' title='just one more!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7697364946611116165</id><published>2009-11-06T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:08:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation. sort of.</title><content type='html'>wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with all the assignments for the semester!&lt;br /&gt;yey! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my last essay last night.&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till 3 am to finish it up and check it.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the essay was almost plaigarism-less.&lt;br /&gt;only 1%!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was sooooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;it may not mean much.&lt;br /&gt;but i felt that it was worth it to stay up for many nights (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like a burden has been lifted off.&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, tests and exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm off to studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7697364946611116165?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7697364946611116165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7697364946611116165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/liberation-sort-of.html' title='liberation. sort of.'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7270009265914864767</id><published>2009-11-04T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:23:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back! (:</title><content type='html'>was on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with assignments n all!&lt;br /&gt;had 3 presentations in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;2 essays due.&lt;br /&gt;and 1 test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost died.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;i still need to stay alive till friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment sets in once again.&lt;br /&gt;i failed the test that i was sooooooooooooooooooooo expecting to pass.&lt;br /&gt;i had a good feeling abt it (even after i sprained my ankle).&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the results on monday, i felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;even though the tears wont come out.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like my hopes are dashed.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i still want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pain, no gain aye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7270009265914864767?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7270009265914864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7270009265914864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/back.html' title='back! (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-1309526442219213449</id><published>2009-10-22T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:30:46.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stinging feeling in the eyes...</title><content type='html'>this week has been quite a hard one for me.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that there was a holiday on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the day that will determine whether i will be able to change the course.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i will be able to.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke down during training on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the intensity of the training plus all the things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought that everything is ok, something else came crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;i am just wondering when my sister will change.&lt;br /&gt;i spent alot of time during my long break dealing with this.&lt;br /&gt;when i've actually intended to use it for some practice! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my neck is hurting like hell.&lt;br /&gt;and i pulled my thigh muscles yest.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, everything will be alright tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the moment i cry is the moment when i show my weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-1309526442219213449?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1309526442219213449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1309526442219213449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/stinging-feeling-in-eyes.html' title='the stinging feeling in the eyes...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2007953599885525851</id><published>2009-10-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:08:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish ...</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i wish that there more than 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;or more than 7 days a week (more weekends, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too many things to be done in a day.&lt;br /&gt;and i just could not finish them up!&lt;br /&gt;assignments and essays.&lt;br /&gt;trainings and working out.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, time for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, i spend the smallest percentage of time with the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;with my family, my mom gets the most attention.&lt;br /&gt;my dad works till late and if he gets home early, he'll want someone to rant at, after work ):&lt;br /&gt;my sis?&lt;br /&gt;don even think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;spends most of the time outside.&lt;br /&gt;at hm, she'll be yakking away with her friends on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friends do not get alot of attention from me too, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;at times, i'll be too busy to sms or give them a call.&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know that i am not a good friend, in this way.&lt;br /&gt;my besties feel neglected as well ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i don get a just a simple 'How are you?' sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i am not important in my besties' life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;that i am not really needed in their life.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was the most sucky one.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of quarrels happened at home.&lt;br /&gt;disagreements between friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish that i could just curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the serious need for speed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2007953599885525851?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2007953599885525851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2007953599885525851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish.html' title='i wish ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-4946040945198492907</id><published>2009-10-02T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:07:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recess week?</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;today is the friday of recess week.&lt;br /&gt;the week went by soooo damn fast!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, recess week feels more like assignments week.&lt;br /&gt;clearing most of the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;especially the group ones.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate doing group work sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;they can be quite shitty! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week was filled with trainings as well.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i like about it.&lt;br /&gt;since its about working out.&lt;br /&gt;yey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;back to assignments again.&lt;br /&gt;shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the need to be on par with the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-4946040945198492907?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4946040945198492907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4946040945198492907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/recess-week.html' title='recess week?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-1248472320525068420</id><published>2009-09-23T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:39:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya (:</title><content type='html'>Wishing all my muslim friends Selamat Hari Raya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sekiranya ada terkasar bahasa atau salah silap, harap dimaafkan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya was good on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;went over to the dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;cos mom's side was at kampong.&lt;br /&gt;ate ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to control myself from over-eating. yey!&lt;br /&gt;came home at around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;by then, i was already quite shag.&lt;br /&gt;did not get any green packets at all!&lt;br /&gt;ok, only one.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i guess others think that i'm prolly too old for that already.&lt;br /&gt;oh. alot of the relatives, whom we've not seen since the last hari raya, thought that i'm the younger sis and my sister is the older one!&lt;br /&gt;haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day was spent at home in the morning and afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;paternal aunties and auncles came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening after everyone left, we made our way to my maternal aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;cos my grandma and the rest came back from kampong!&lt;br /&gt;it was soooooo kecoh-rable! (:&lt;br /&gt;all the small, irritating cousins were there.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there and it was quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;though the noise was quite loud!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite uncle gave me a green packet!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;even though i told him i don want it, he insisted that i shd take it (:&lt;br /&gt;asked for forgiveness from everyone and it was quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my deceased uncle ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;after i came back from raya-ing on the second day, i stayed up to finish up on my ICT essay.&lt;br /&gt;i aimed to slp at 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i slept at 4am!!!&lt;br /&gt;wth rite.&lt;br /&gt;didnt even have time to revise maths.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;and achy!&lt;br /&gt;be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-1248472320525068420?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1248472320525068420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1248472320525068420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-3792616633303139288</id><published>2009-09-16T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:11:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back! (:</title><content type='html'>i guess i went on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i don wan to update, i was just feeling abit lazy and busy.&lt;br /&gt;assignments are making me crazy (almost!) this week.&lt;br /&gt;then, hari raya is coming.&lt;br /&gt;so its busy-ness!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i went for my (so-called) last training with the team on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;after being away for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to break the news to them.&lt;br /&gt;that i will be leaving for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm going over to the school team.&lt;br /&gt;it was a sad moment for me, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, i teared. (lava called me an emo freak! haha)&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;its not doing me any good!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick, lisa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finish up all ur assignments!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not, you can goodbye to Hari Raya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get back to doing some work.&lt;br /&gt;updates sooon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-3792616633303139288?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3792616633303139288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/3792616633303139288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='back! (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5528676158395792068</id><published>2009-09-04T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:22:45.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ3XhceLRqU/SqChvBwZiqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7eavtTJEZ4/s1600-h/bathroom+scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377475784377731746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ3XhceLRqU/SqChvBwZiqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7eavtTJEZ4/s320/bathroom+scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i have this bathroom scale, i'll prolly get this reading everytime i stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;which is quite cool, i think.&lt;br /&gt;at least, it doesnt lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sooooooo desperate to see a number 7, instead of an 8 all the time.&lt;br /&gt;so when i saw the 7 yest, i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;quite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it is the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;bound to lose &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; fats.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can sustain this.&lt;br /&gt;of course, there's a need to exercise too.&lt;br /&gt;cos i wont be fasting throughout the whole year rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i'm just tired of being fat.&lt;br /&gt;it's soooo hard to find 'the perfect fit' clothes.&lt;br /&gt;then, the stamina level will be super low.&lt;br /&gt;and makes me feel lazy all the time! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to work harder at not being lazy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it worked before.&lt;br /&gt;so, i don see why i cant do it now.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to stop procrastinating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5528676158395792068?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5528676158395792068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5528676158395792068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-run.html' title='go run!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQ3XhceLRqU/SqChvBwZiqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7eavtTJEZ4/s72-c/bathroom+scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871866282331505791.post-7565832182092346728</id><published>2009-09-01T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:03:08.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single? or double?</title><content type='html'>when i look at the facebook profiles of others (friends from pri sch, sec sch and others), i admit that i feel a little bit envy of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos most of them are either engaged or getting engaged.&lt;br /&gt;and me...&lt;br /&gt;well, u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; desperate to get engaged or married, right now.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant help feel that i'm left on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;like a rag doll that nobody wants to buy.&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone wants the Barbie doll instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder if i will be a spinster for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and be dependent on family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;who will get sick and tired of me cos they will have their own families and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;this post is solely for my musings purpose.&lt;br /&gt;it has nothing to do with other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;will blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;with a happier post.&lt;br /&gt;good nite, peeps (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7565832182092346728?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7565832182092346728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7565832182092346728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/single-or-double.html' title='single? or double?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-9065825910464086533</id><published>2009-08-24T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:31:41.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wish!</title><content type='html'>i was thinking of not blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i saw alf at woodlands just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.......&lt;br /&gt;this post will be dedicated to her.&lt;br /&gt;because it is her birthday today!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dear Alf! (:&lt;br /&gt;may all ur wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;and may u be happy always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeeee...&lt;br /&gt;told u i wouldnt forget.&lt;br /&gt;i just purposely tease u the other time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;first day fasting in school.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but three hrs break is just killing me! :(&lt;br /&gt;i guess the library is now my shelter during long breaks.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get back to tutorials again.&lt;br /&gt;did i tell u that i've never liked being grp leaders for sch work?&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i know how much i mean to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-9065825910464086533?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/9065825910464086533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/9065825910464086533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-wish.html' title='birthday wish!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7579484581783875390</id><published>2009-08-23T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:31:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>today is the second day of the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;i am very thankful that this year, the first day falls on a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;so i don have to deal with tiring first day at school or smth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is back-to-school day.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, my 3.30pm - 5.30pm class would not be materialised.&lt;br /&gt;yey! (:&lt;br /&gt;e-learning laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but at least, i won't have to rush and squeeze for the train/bus, and reach home at 7ish.&lt;br /&gt;save me from cursing in Ramadan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;guess i will blog again later (soon)! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7579484581783875390?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7579484581783875390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7579484581783875390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-863154483252480785</id><published>2009-08-20T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:31:12.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a loooong break!</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i am having a 3 hours break right now!&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;well, it is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently rottting in the school's library.&lt;br /&gt;not a bad choice of place. heh.&lt;br /&gt;n thankfully, i got brought my laptop today.&lt;br /&gt;so i don feel so dead.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do some readings and tutorial sheets.&lt;br /&gt;but ended up not doing those things! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second week of school is coming to an end sooon.&lt;br /&gt;in about 5 hours? heh.&lt;br /&gt;i love having no-school fridays! (:&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess it's the day for me to catch up on my readings, tutorials and attempts to start on projects.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get them done tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freezing in the library right now.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring my jacket cos i'm always perspiring in school.&lt;br /&gt;hot place, i know.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should get going now.&lt;br /&gt;blog again later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's the point in staying, if you are not needed anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-863154483252480785?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/863154483252480785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/863154483252480785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/loooong-break.html' title='a loooong break!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2222903935769735388</id><published>2009-08-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:33:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of school ...</title><content type='html'>so i'm over and done with the first week of the school term.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad for a freshie.&lt;br /&gt;except for the times that i get lost walking around to find tutorial rooms.&lt;br /&gt;and that happens almost everyday of the week!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;never though i could be this noob.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were ok, for nw.&lt;br /&gt;first math lect was abit tough.&lt;br /&gt;with all the weird symbols.&lt;br /&gt;but after the tutorial, i think i'm okay now (:&lt;br /&gt;my resolution is to &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; fall asleep in lectures, to &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; skip any lectures and to participate actively in tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;so far, i've fulfilled my own resolutions. yey!&lt;br /&gt;(i guessed i just played too much in poly before. so i wanted to start on a clean slate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what????&lt;br /&gt;i fell in sch yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. wth rite?&lt;br /&gt;it was super dark at the steep stairs area.&lt;br /&gt;n i just had to miss the last steps.&lt;br /&gt;almost fall face flat on the floor laaa.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm not so clumsy can.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the highlight of the week.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven explored much around the sch.&lt;br /&gt;places like the canteen, library n swimming pool are easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;still get abit lost looking for the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;places like the gym and others haven been looked into.&lt;br /&gt;guess will go looking around on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;just rmb that i have to submit an assignment in like 10 mins time!!!&lt;br /&gt;will blog again later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2222903935769735388?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2222903935769735388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2222903935769735388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='first week of school ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-4030354591434018489</id><published>2009-08-10T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:35:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement + nervousness = anxiety?</title><content type='html'>so today is the last day for me to slack.&lt;br /&gt;cos tmr is the start of a school term for me!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling excited.&lt;br /&gt;but nervous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess after two years of not studying makes one feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;it's not so bad for tomorrow cos i wont be starting so early.&lt;br /&gt;but its a day of 5-hour lesson, without any breaks!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that i wont get lost in school tmr!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i cant help feeling like i'm second-class in everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a second-class citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a second-class sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a second-class family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and worst of all, a second-class friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;things change and people change too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i did not expect it to be very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;or was it because it has happened all along, but i was just to blind to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-4030354591434018489?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4030354591434018489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4030354591434018489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/excitement-nervousness-anxiety.html' title='excitement + nervousness = anxiety?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6356097200992844546</id><published>2009-08-07T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:43:20.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/HarryPotterandtheHalfBloodPrince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i managed to catch the movie on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;the long-awaited episode! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i really love the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;read and heard some reviews.&lt;br /&gt;that the movie was not very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;i was totally caught into the movie.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, it was quite dark.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it IS a dark episode for Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only disappointing part was that they never showed much about 'The Half-Blood Prince'.&lt;br /&gt;a little contradicting to the movie title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i loved it (:&lt;br /&gt;i cried reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i cried in the theater too.&lt;br /&gt;the last part was sooooo emotional for me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had always dislike Severus Snape.&lt;br /&gt;but when he killed Dumbledore, i hated him!&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermoine is prettier though (:&lt;br /&gt;Ron, still a geek.&lt;br /&gt;but a hot one, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;since Lavender Brown could not get off him.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i guessed i have pictured some of the scenes in my mind's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just too much into Harry Potter that i could picture them.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's no secret that sometimes (almost always) i wish that there's really Hogwarts and i could go there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;thanks for being there for me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6356097200992844546?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6356097200992844546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6356097200992844546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5554532917838028517</id><published>2009-07-31T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:26:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my afternoon (:</title><content type='html'>i spent my afternoon with the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;i love them sooooooo darn much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met alf n lava at cwp.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at mos burger.&lt;br /&gt;den shahril came.&lt;br /&gt;pei na came to join us after her remedial.&lt;br /&gt;(tarmizi didnt join us. he has some future-family thingy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to swensens.&lt;br /&gt;shahril was soooooo choosy with his food!&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;peina had chili crab pasta (which is damn nice! i tried it myself), shahril had some bolognaise thingy and the three of us had Giant Earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;we chose all the nice flavours! (:&lt;br /&gt;but den, pei na just had to choose banana split and shahril chose thin mint.&lt;br /&gt;and they tasted quite disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry babes.&lt;br /&gt;but they really taste quite awful.&lt;br /&gt;oh, there were some finger food to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was just okay.&lt;br /&gt;but what i really enjoyed was the company.&lt;br /&gt;they made me laugh, with all the funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;they updated me on what happened after i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;they made me abit upset with some upsetting news.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;after not seeing them for 4 days on a sch week (5 for lava), i guess i really missed them.&lt;br /&gt;but after meeting up with them, all the pangs of misses are gone.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that we can meet up again sooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;we still have not gone to Timbre, babes! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling pissed off about some school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i really think that some organization are just super inefficient!&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;will write again soooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p/s: just glad that mr fd is not angry anymore (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5554532917838028517?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5554532917838028517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5554532917838028517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-afternoon.html' title='my afternoon (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-522513723522447226</id><published>2009-07-29T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:27:57.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>so i bid farewell to hellington on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;it felt rather good to be able to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;once and for all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, every goodbyes has a sad tone to it.&lt;br /&gt;(even though u hate the place!)&lt;br /&gt;i cried for abit in class when i was saying my goodbyes to the kids ):&lt;br /&gt;then this girl started shaking and I realised that she was crying badly!&lt;br /&gt;her eyes were all red and puffy, and she was sobbing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that my saying goodbye made her realise that miss lisa will be gone and wont be around in school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it was such an emotional thing, especially when they gave me a group hug!&lt;br /&gt;(normally, i would not want to hug my kids unless the situation calls for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat with the girls during the recess time and some of them looked really down.&lt;br /&gt;one even said this: &lt;em&gt;miss lisa, you are my best teacher. and now you are leaving me. i feel so sad right now. so i have no mood to eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! at their level, they have already developed strong emotions.&lt;br /&gt;(so, dont say that kids haf got no emotions. they just don know how to show it.)&lt;br /&gt;some asked me funny questions like: &lt;em&gt;miss lisa, can't you just stay here and study? instead of going away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i packed ALL of my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt as sad as I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe cos there werent anybody in the staff room, except for us and the trainees (the rest was down for oral exams duty).&lt;br /&gt;after some time, most of them came back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;by then, i was almost done packing.&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures with the friends I made there (:&lt;br /&gt;for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;fairus gave me a small card.&lt;br /&gt;but what was inside touched me alot!&lt;br /&gt;when i read it, i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;some notes for the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dearest Lava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I didnt noe that saying goodbye is going to be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i didnt expect it to be harder on you, than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the fact that you werent around on Monday made it easier for me cos i did not have to cope with teary goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but that does not mean that i am happy about leaving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am terribly sad and i wish that i have the power to make you leave with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is just saying goodbye to the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;not to the friendship we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i will always cherish the times we spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and am looking forward to more good times (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear Alf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am quite honoured to hear that you miss me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of course, i'm missing you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how can i not when i spent almost everyday irritating you? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u said that its been quieter now that i'm not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i guess, sooner or later, you will get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the friendship we shared will always be cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i know it wont just end here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(kalau boleh, aku pon nak bawak kau skali. jadi kau takya suffer kat situ :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dear Ah Bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I know you are missing me too! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;even though i got to know you later than the rest, I appreciate that you truly want to be a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like you said, i am a graduate from the place cos I managed to survive for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well, I guess you can do it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;try to think happier thoughts and ignore all those bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;if possible, I would want to take you away too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like I would for Lava and Alf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;since all of you have suffered much more than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but I wont forget the good times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and I would want more of these times to come! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear Nana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am missing you, just like I am missing the rest (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hope that whatever you have to do, you will take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kerja tu, kerja jugak. tapi takkan sampai sakit teruk kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway thanks for all the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm sure our friendship doesnt just end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even though ur a married woman, that doesnt mean we cant meet up once in awhile rite? heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dear Pei Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope you are missing me! heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;now I cant hear your voice everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even though we went through some rough patches, I hope that all the unpleasant memories would be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks for being a true friend to me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i really appreciate that and all the good times we shared together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, i do hope that our friendship would not just end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am waiting for more fun times together! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dear Kak Ida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i rindu you seh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i harap you rindu i jugak eh. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;thanks for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and if you invite me to the dinner, i would go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tak bedek (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear Fairus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont be sad ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am missing you tooooo! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wont ever forget you laaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jgn laa sedih. nanti aku pon nak nangis jugak ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways thanks for being a fren to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i reali love the laughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like i said, the friendship will not end just cos i am not there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it will still go on, for as long as you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soooo let's meet up sometimes! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for the real friends i had at the place.&lt;br /&gt;even though there were trying times when i was there, these are the ppl who were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;consoling me. making me feel fine. letting me know that i will make it.&lt;br /&gt;and i know that now that i am gone from the place, my absence will be felt.&lt;br /&gt;but i am sure that they are not letting me fade into the backgrounds, just like that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and for the record,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you people! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-522513723522447226?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/522513723522447226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/522513723522447226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-goodbye.html' title='goodbye, goodbye.'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7022382150511840523</id><published>2009-07-23T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:07:59.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food!</title><content type='html'>so i decided to cook abit for the family today.&lt;br /&gt;since everyone is fasting.&lt;br /&gt;but quite sad that my dad could not make it home for breaking fast, since he is still at work (even now as i am writing this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tested out two dishes.&lt;br /&gt;the first is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 612px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="488" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/blackpepperbeef.jpg" width="682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black pepper beef!&lt;br /&gt;so the picture do not really look appetising.&lt;br /&gt;but this is my sister's favourite dish!&lt;br /&gt;she likes anything black pepper (:&lt;br /&gt;the outcome was not as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think it tastes quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad for my first attempt on this dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 614px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="560" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/cerealprawn.jpg" width="756" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cereal prawn!&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to try this out for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i really love this dish, right from the first time i tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;again, the picture shows my lack of culinary skills (hah!).&lt;br /&gt;the results did not turn out the way i wanted it to (the restaurant-style) but at least, i managed to get the taste quite right!&lt;br /&gt;just a point to learn: next time, i have to stir-fry it till it becomes really dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;i cooked two dishes today.&lt;br /&gt;n they are edible! (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that i made it this time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just not cut out to cook dishes like lasagne or u-mian.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;my mom is a great cook (though she thinks she's just average).&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the benchmark for passing is really, really high.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that when i cook inedible food, it's such a waste to throw them out.&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of not even a single person wants to touch the food, really demoralises me.&lt;br /&gt;but mom told me to try and never give up if i really want to cook nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not give up (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7022382150511840523?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7022382150511840523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7022382150511840523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/food.html' title='food!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6388299185477006311</id><published>2009-07-23T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:09:45.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i think fd is upset with me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to catch Harry Potter with him tmr.&lt;br /&gt;then, told him that i had to cancel with him.&lt;br /&gt;to go out with the wtp bunch.&lt;br /&gt;since it's a farewell lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he got upset.&lt;br /&gt;cos he was actually meeting up his frens.&lt;br /&gt;he cancelled just to catch the movie with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel super guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;especially when he does not reply my sms-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my dear hamx is leaving me for Japan tonight!&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo going to miss her la.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish she can just pack me off with her!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hope u haf fun babe!&lt;br /&gt;don forget to eat all the sushi for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and soon, the wish will come true ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6388299185477006311?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6388299185477006311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6388299185477006311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-4663883067025980299</id><published>2009-07-20T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:45:31.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clumsiness</title><content type='html'>had a quite unfortunate happening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slipped and &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; fell in the toilet this morning!&lt;br /&gt;(at home. not at the workplace)&lt;br /&gt;almost, but still my foot is aching like crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i did not fall, my foot hit against a floor divider.&lt;br /&gt;so the bone is really hurting now.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a not-so-small bruise right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoooo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite painful to walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;cos i cannot step fully on the floor without wincing.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;something i'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;this week is the last week that i am at the workplace!&lt;br /&gt;yey-ness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and wrapping things up is always harder than opening them up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-4663883067025980299?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4663883067025980299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4663883067025980299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/clumsiness.html' title='clumsiness'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7965264762030229346</id><published>2009-07-15T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:33:16.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired!</title><content type='html'>i feel inspired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;a mission named Operation Half-a-Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching 3 full seasons of The Biggest Loser (and currently on the forth one),&lt;br /&gt;it just amazed me what losing weight can do to people.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that it is not just about losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;it also helps one to gain their confidence, build up self-esteem and giving life to them.&lt;br /&gt;the whole process is not just about changing the physical aspects, but mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being fat for many, many years (and still am), i totally understand how these people feel.&lt;br /&gt;when you are fat, you will automatically be the butt of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;others will call you names and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;some people will make nasty comments like: &lt;em&gt;eh don't jump! ur going to make a hole on the floor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through all these sometimes demoralised me.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky for me, i am quite a confident person so i tried to not let these ppl get to me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am not as heavy as those who appeared on the show.&lt;br /&gt;they are usually at least more than 100kg.&lt;br /&gt;but i am still fat (or obese in Singapore's standard) and have to do smth abt it.&lt;br /&gt;it is just amazing how those people work very hard for the body that they want.&lt;br /&gt;from non-exercise liefstyle to hot bods and healthy people.&lt;br /&gt;and less than a year later, ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;they're wearing outfits in sizes smaller than i am wearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, looking at the trainers on the show just makes me want to lose all these excess baggage on the spot (if possible).&lt;br /&gt;my idol or inspiration would have to be Jillian Michaels.&lt;br /&gt;i know that she was not born with the body she has now and that she worked really hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i made a pact with myself.&lt;br /&gt;to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;not just to look good physically, but to feel good at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and to not let others make fun of me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tired of being fat and wants a change.&lt;br /&gt;i know i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;and i will! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;there's no more turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7965264762030229346?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7965264762030229346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7965264762030229346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-8526984355641306181</id><published>2009-07-13T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:13:10.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 672px" height="715" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/rain.jpg" width="534" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture awhile back.&lt;br /&gt;it was on a rainy day and i thought, why not take some pictures?&lt;br /&gt;i turned off the flash and the pic was taken at ISO - 800.&lt;br /&gt;i don know why but i particularly like the way this picture came out.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos its just not how i see it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 765px" height="780" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/sayang.jpg" width="537" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;my cat, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;out of the four cats, he's the only brave one who likes to sit outside the house when it is raining.&lt;br /&gt;decided to capture his posing moment.&lt;br /&gt;picture was taken in B/W mode and at ISO - 1600.&lt;br /&gt;another one that i really like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know that i'm such a hot stuff at the workplace!&lt;br /&gt;everyone (almost) seems to haf smth to talk abt me.&lt;br /&gt;like the non-existent fact that i went out with this disgusting guy at the place.&lt;br /&gt;this is just one of the stories that have been made up.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tooooo irresistable for them! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it's time for me to find my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8526984355641306181?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8526984355641306181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8526984355641306181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6737739072944099936</id><published>2009-07-10T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:20:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;but to me, i feel that the more i wait for smth, the longer it seems to take to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, there's like only twenty days left for me.&lt;br /&gt;yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit that in the midst of my being happy (to leave) and excited (abt sch starting), i am making some ppl upset.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that lava n nana will be the saddest that i am leaving?&lt;br /&gt;nana mentioned it to me today (again) that she's going to miss me.&lt;br /&gt;i had a quite emotional MSN conversation with lava over this yest.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to bring some little things back home today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to de-clutter the table i had been using for the past 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that there are just tooooo many things for me to pack.&lt;br /&gt;i'm intending to throw some of the things, so i do not need to pack and bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i'm just lost for words ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, CONGRATULATIONS lava! (:&lt;br /&gt;on getting the confirmation letter!&lt;br /&gt;i can see a treat coming this way!&lt;br /&gt;(though i still owe u one. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i shall write again.&lt;br /&gt;soooon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a note to lava:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;babe, i just want you to know that whatever it is, we are always going to stay as best frens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing can change that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise that i will make time to go out with you, even if it is just lunch ok? &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6737739072944099936?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6737739072944099936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6737739072944099936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-dont-know-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-1008344732781556246</id><published>2009-07-08T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:27:16.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was the happiest day</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the happiest day in my life, at hellington that is.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no contact time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really feel that this thing only happens like once in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing on today after work too.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going home!&lt;br /&gt;yey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really packed up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;i know that all i need to do is dump everything into the dustbin and go.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i feel that this whole process is going to be quite emotional for me.&lt;br /&gt;not that i LOVE the place or what.&lt;br /&gt;but its the ppl who are going to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;ok. stop.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-1008344732781556246?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1008344732781556246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1008344732781556246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-happiest-day.html' title='was the happiest day'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5281372916918060945</id><published>2009-07-06T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:09:02.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times like this, i wish that only happiness exists in the world.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sadness or unhappiness, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;it gives you the feeling that you are alone, empty, upset and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;but then, that is how i am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and in order to leave, i have to stay for a little while ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5281372916918060945?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5281372916918060945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5281372916918060945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-times-like-this-i-wish-that-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7155477313194771331</id><published>2009-07-04T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:12:58.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw rawaidah yest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;we are nt meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;cos she's on super-saving mode. heh.&lt;br /&gt;but we always "meet" when we bump into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw her in cold storage yest.&lt;br /&gt;just after i bought chwee kueh there.&lt;br /&gt;after contemplating for sooooo long. heh.&lt;br /&gt;she bought two dumplungs for her mom (i miss her too!) and then, she bought the same thing as me as well after some thought.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the chwee kueh is DAMN NICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;super nice, i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;definitely going back for more.&lt;br /&gt;i only bought 5 pcs cos i thought no one at hm would eat it.&lt;br /&gt;but den, my mom ate most of it!&lt;br /&gt;haha. she usually doesnt eat these things.&lt;br /&gt;so, am glad she liked it. (:&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo going to get it again! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and sometimes, it's better to just shut up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7155477313194771331?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7155477313194771331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7155477313194771331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-rawaidah-yest-goodness-i-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-452962598973026049</id><published>2009-07-01T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:30:49.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to tell u honestly, i've never felt sooooo much hatred for anything else before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think it's not hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;loathe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and somehow, 26 more days felt like 26 long years ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-452962598973026049?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/452962598973026049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/452962598973026049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-hellington.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-2090613178326565602</id><published>2009-06-26T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:23:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bookworm within</title><content type='html'>my current read ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fivepeople.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="342" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/LiSa87/fivepeople.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read his first book, Tuesdays With Morrie.&lt;br /&gt;due to reviews about it being good, nice and all others.&lt;br /&gt;after reading it, i find that it IS nice and captivating.&lt;br /&gt;there are lessons which can be used for our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;so i got hooked.&lt;br /&gt;and just had to get this second book.&lt;br /&gt;am still reading it.&lt;br /&gt;i love it!  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want it sooooo bad, it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-2090613178326565602?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2090613178326565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/2090613178326565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/bookworm-within.html' title='the bookworm within'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-557221194347568095</id><published>2009-06-24T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:08:00.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleugh</title><content type='html'>came down with stomach flu yest.&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, it is not the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept going to the toilet to vomit my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;i kept coughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i hated the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt abit better today.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i will recover in time for the race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-557221194347568095?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/557221194347568095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/557221194347568095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleugh.html' title='bleugh'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-603043601315364915</id><published>2009-06-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:23:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>err..</title><content type='html'>so thanks to the flat tyre, i had to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got four new ones! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently when we (mom &amp;amp; i) went to the shop to change one tyre, the guy told us that we have to change all four.&lt;br /&gt;cos its been awhile since we used the car but did not change them.&lt;br /&gt;he showed us that our tyres are abit worn out and could be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to change all four tyres.&lt;br /&gt;just den, the guy asked if we wan to change the rims.&lt;br /&gt;we told him not for nw and he just showed them to us.&lt;br /&gt;after some coaxing on his part and thinking on our part, we decided to change that too!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i've got new tyres and super nice sports rims!&lt;br /&gt;i sooo love it.&lt;br /&gt;the only downside is i feel sooooo much poorer now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing abt the shop is that they give discounts.&lt;br /&gt;cos aini recommended them to me.&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;very fast service.&lt;br /&gt;plus, they throw in free things too.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;just heard it on the news.&lt;br /&gt;no school closure for next week!&lt;br /&gt;woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;you might think that i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but after seeing the amount of work we had to do to prepare, i'd rather school opens next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;feeling abit flu-ish now.&lt;br /&gt;shall go rest! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he's just hot! maybe even hotter than the weather (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-603043601315364915?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/603043601315364915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/603043601315364915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/err.html' title='err..'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-7261970868241865932</id><published>2009-06-21T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:11:04.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>just had a flat tyre.&lt;br /&gt;first experience.&lt;br /&gt;quite sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tyre almost burnt out!&lt;br /&gt;wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nail got stuck to the tyre.&lt;br /&gt;in addition, just before that, i discovered that some stole the cap for the tyre tube.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying that this will not happen anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-7261970868241865932?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7261970868241865932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/7261970868241865932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6323748240394747262</id><published>2009-06-19T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:29:21.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here!</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i've been waiting for is here!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally gotten the official letter.&lt;br /&gt;which i've been dying to get.&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;it's such a happy occasion for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's just no proper words to describe how i feel right now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6323748240394747262?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6323748240394747262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6323748240394747262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-331529781980174256</id><published>2009-06-17T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:10:31.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world!</title><content type='html'>omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just discovered that Khairi (the one from NCC Air) is alfiah's brother!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven seen him in donkey years and saw him that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he was at the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let's all sing this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's a small world after all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's a small world after all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's a small world after all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's a small. small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-331529781980174256?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/331529781980174256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/331529781980174256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/small-world.html' title='small world!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5633830001005886713</id><published>2009-06-16T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:45:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still feeling upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;more than before, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;you just cannot depend on your supervisors when they mentioned that they will help.&lt;br /&gt;cos in the end, i have to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole waiting process is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE PEOPLE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;RSM set up this NCC Associate Members Scheme.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go down with the rest last week to attend the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;but i was not able to.&lt;br /&gt;so, i added myself to the Facebook page cos haza asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;they send me back an email asking me to send a so-called NCC resume before they can add.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a joke is this?&lt;br /&gt;i've been in NCC long enough and i wanted to help out of my passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;but they need a resume before they can add me?&lt;br /&gt;this is really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;i am as upset as i can be.&lt;br /&gt;too many shitty things are going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;alf and jo got married last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;went for the dinner and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;she looked so pretty in that even prettier dress. heh.&lt;br /&gt;oh. she even sang the song 'lucky' wif jo!&lt;br /&gt;so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone in our clique would wan to haf that as the wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be uploading the pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;pics from penang too.&lt;br /&gt;only when i don feel like i'm a total wreck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wish that i can just go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5633830001005886713?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5633830001005886713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5633830001005886713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6375944481294360839</id><published>2009-06-15T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:33:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless ...</title><content type='html'>been sometimes since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;the reason being there was too many things, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;like i was reprimanded.&lt;br /&gt;for smth that was not really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;cos a bitch in the workplace just made a big hoohaa out of smth small.&lt;br /&gt;den i was reprimanded. again.&lt;br /&gt;a week later.&lt;br /&gt;for smth that i did not do.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is i was not even informed about it!&lt;br /&gt;of cos, these two incidents involved my bestie at work tooo.&lt;br /&gt;the head is always picking on my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf rite.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den, i went to Penang this year for the race.&lt;br /&gt;woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;two years since the last one.&lt;br /&gt;this time we brought back a 'tau sar piah'!&lt;br /&gt;(in other words, a bronze. hah)&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;but the weather was too hot.&lt;br /&gt;i came back looking all dark, almost black.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we kept on gulping down the cheng teng there.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn nice, i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;lots of pics n videos.&lt;br /&gt;still have yet to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;do that in awhile k?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my current feeling now is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;UPSET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; actually.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for a certain letter to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;and it is still not here!&lt;br /&gt;it is sooooooo torturing and driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;two other people have gotten the letter that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that we are under the same supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling super upset now.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no other words to describe it now.&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is there is a so-called deadline.&lt;br /&gt;apparently after receiving the letter, i haf to sign smth which needs to be done before this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;this has got me soooo upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;the more i think about it, the worse i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i'm tired of being the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6375944481294360839?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6375944481294360839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6375944481294360839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/speechless.html' title='speechless ...'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-4134661157116384628</id><published>2009-05-07T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:59:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cats (:</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;now i truly believe that you will experience a good thing after doing smth good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a crazy morning yest.&lt;br /&gt;was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;n it was raining like mad!&lt;br /&gt;my dad says dat he can't send me to sch.&lt;br /&gt;cos he's nt feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to take a cab since i was already running late.&lt;br /&gt;waited for the blooody cab for 30mins but it was all "BUSY".&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i decided to drive to sch.&lt;br /&gt;when i was about to drive off, i saw my carpark cat!&lt;br /&gt;n it was purring and meowing for food.&lt;br /&gt;it looked so hungry and sad.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have the heart to leave it just like that.&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped n gave it food.&lt;br /&gt;i saw it chomping down the food when i drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach sch in like 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;n when i came, the head wasnt even there to do a temperature spot-check!&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;n i was fretting abt it cos i was going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt this.&lt;br /&gt;when i do smth good, smth good will happen to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from this,&lt;br /&gt;my cat, Cici, was soooooo extremely cute yest!&lt;br /&gt;i was marking the atrocious compo on the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;Cici was sleeping on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;i had a small cup of water beside me.&lt;br /&gt;just after i got up to get smth, she jumped onto the table and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;she drank the water from my cup!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;n she drank non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;my cup was full when i left and when i made the discovery, the water level has gone down to 1/4.&lt;br /&gt;that was how thirsty she was.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny and cute at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;she made me laugh at a depressing time.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you why i love cats?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-4134661157116384628?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4134661157116384628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/4134661157116384628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/cats.html' title='cats (:'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-6062281835059013258</id><published>2009-05-05T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:15:55.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want some ZZzzz!</title><content type='html'>havent been blogging for awhile nw.&lt;br /&gt;been abit busy, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;not-so-good things happened in the workplace, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most outrageous one was the part when they thought i was going to get engaged.&lt;br /&gt;to this super annoying person, no less.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, stories like i always eat lunch with him.&lt;br /&gt;or wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;or go out with him came out.&lt;br /&gt;n i swear i had never even thought of doing those things.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a revolting thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ewww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;bleagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhows, i tink i managed to scare the gossipmongers away.&lt;br /&gt;cos i declared: WHICHEVER IDIOT WHO STARTED THIS, I SWEAR I'LL DO SMTH TO HER!&lt;br /&gt;so it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i just ignore that annoying person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;what else happened?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i can't recall them.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for PA race two weekends ago.&lt;br /&gt;was given a chance to row!&lt;br /&gt;with the mixed team n the 'old-timers'.&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;it was really a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;to be able to row n to row with them.&lt;br /&gt;we (the girls) had a meaningful talk with each other.&lt;br /&gt;n at one point, it really made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;it was about our coach.&lt;br /&gt;cos Doreen was saying that maybe he puts in more effort in coming down for trg den the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;he was almost gone last year when he was out in the sea with us.&lt;br /&gt;due to his health n cholesterol level.&lt;br /&gt;he was hospitalised in ICU for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;but den, he came down for trg the day he was discharged!&lt;br /&gt;so at this time, alot of us cried.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the fact that we almost lost him.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that he was very committed to the team.&lt;br /&gt;so i made this promise.&lt;br /&gt;not only to myself, but also to the team.&lt;br /&gt;I will come back n train regularly.&lt;br /&gt;to prove my worth.&lt;br /&gt;to earn back my seat.&lt;br /&gt;n to row with the team! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days, time was spent in sch.&lt;br /&gt;or at trainings.&lt;br /&gt;or at home.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i have no life!&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;was at training last thurs.&lt;br /&gt;den talked to eunice and felicia.&lt;br /&gt;eunice told me abt her new workplace.&lt;br /&gt;she said GV heaquaters.&lt;br /&gt;so den felicia said: WHAT? YOU WORKED IN A BROTHEL?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;dat was damn funny man.&lt;br /&gt;eunice gave her the face.&lt;br /&gt;i tink felicia needs to get her ears checked out.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;was quite scared by one my kids this morning.&lt;br /&gt;she came late to sch.&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to reprimand her.&lt;br /&gt;she came to me n cried.&lt;br /&gt;n guess what i saw???&lt;br /&gt;both her cheeks were so red!!!&lt;br /&gt;its so obvious that she was slapped.&lt;br /&gt;she really scared me.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her what happened and she told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didnt learn my Chinese spelling properly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i didnt wan to come to sch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i dont wan to fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my mother forced me to come to sch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;den she beat me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her cheeks were swollen, by then.&lt;br /&gt;so i sent her to the sch counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;she was counselled and was abit better at the end of class.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried when i saw her this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot understand why the mom still sent her to sch after slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;is the kid smth like a trophy?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;someday if i haf a kid, i would try my best to educate and raise him without abusing him physically :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i can't really wait for the weekends now.&lt;br /&gt;even though it seemed quite far away.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling abit off-colour.&lt;br /&gt;but MC is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;too many things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;so weekends will be the time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;yey!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i tink this post is abit too long oreadi.&lt;br /&gt;shall write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;in smaller pieces.&lt;br /&gt;more frequency.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ciao (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-6062281835059013258?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6062281835059013258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/6062281835059013258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-some-zzzzz.html' title='I want some ZZzzz!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-1360990787622605419</id><published>2009-04-14T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:25:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Day?</title><content type='html'>as usual on tuesdays, we have to stay back longer then usual.&lt;br /&gt;some people came.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to be in our 'best behaviour'.&lt;br /&gt;had to dress up abit.&lt;br /&gt;n guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the guy was just in pants and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;not very formally dressed, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;i chose to wear this purple dress i got from cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;comfortable n fuss-free.&lt;br /&gt;realised dat lava chose a purple top too.&lt;br /&gt;n then, we saw that so many people were wearing purple too!&lt;br /&gt;so spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;n the best part is, even makcik wears purple.&lt;br /&gt;a matching top and a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;i tink she shopped the day before, just for this.&lt;br /&gt;so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like cringing at the thought of her wearing purple.&lt;br /&gt;just like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;i tink i'll end here now.&lt;br /&gt;write again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-1360990787622605419?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1360990787622605419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/1360990787622605419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/purple-day.html' title='Purple Day?'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-9140332527646890651</id><published>2009-03-29T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:50:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair-raising issues!</title><content type='html'>am having a debate as to whether i shd chop off the tresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is longer now, of course.&lt;br /&gt;just want to cut it off abit.&lt;br /&gt;but am afraid that it will curl out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i'll be turning 22 in two days!&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel like i'm older though.&lt;br /&gt;just the same old me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;den i wont look soo old.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;hope my knee will be ok sooooon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-9140332527646890651?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/9140332527646890651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/9140332527646890651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-raising-issues.html' title='Hair-raising issues!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-5346171003992268070</id><published>2009-03-23T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:48:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed!</title><content type='html'>someone pissed me off at the workplace just nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was this "auntie".&lt;br /&gt;were having a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;then she said this:&lt;br /&gt;why must chunk the whole paragraph together?&lt;br /&gt;can bring the other lines down?&lt;br /&gt;so I responded: u want it to be one sentence for one line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;this auntie just totally ignored me!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;and to think, I commented three times.&lt;br /&gt;at last, she said: why not make it one sentence for one line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was boiling like mad at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;decided to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;not make a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when others were talking, she was busy discussing stuff with another.&lt;br /&gt;and then when she talked, she TOLD everyone to listen to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad I didn't have to face them for a long, long time after that.&lt;br /&gt;if not, I guess I would have just shouted in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to either gym or swim just now.&lt;br /&gt;but then, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;knee is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;recurring pain.&lt;br /&gt;had never lasted so long before!&lt;br /&gt;hope it'll just go away soooooon .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-5346171003992268070?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5346171003992268070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/5346171003992268070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/pissed.html' title='pissed!'/><author><name>lisaaaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10803813637455197271</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-3871866282331505791.post-8706706583870958705</id><published>2009-03-20T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:07:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>so i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel the need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the used-to-bes will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;but it will be buried deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one wish.&lt;br /&gt;that more happiness will come this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: do let me know if u want me to link u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871866282331505791-8706706583870958705?l=miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8706706583870958705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871866282331505791/posts/default/8706706583870958705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-lisaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New 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