<?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-7813097255935768196</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:01:14.083+08:00</updated><category term='grounded'/><category term='copycats'/><category term='dumbo'/><category term='Goodies day'/><category term='i hate you'/><title type='text'>Blog 1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2937228111718900206</id><published>2008-10-24T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:55:10.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>俞鈞浤 - Happy Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uasoMKLZTmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uasoMKLZTmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2937228111718900206?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2937228111718900206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2937228111718900206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2937228111718900206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2937228111718900206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-valentine.html' title='俞鈞浤 - Happy Valentine'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2998864125708801325</id><published>2008-10-20T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:11:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning.</title><content type='html'>Another 47 days. And this blog is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ONE YEAR OLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurrrppppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2998864125708801325?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2998864125708801325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2998864125708801325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2998864125708801325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2998864125708801325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/10/planning.html' title='Planning.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3455970392380051997</id><published>2008-10-19T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:58:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle do happen once in a life time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPqMaa1kkLI/AAAAAAAABCk/ADkKLHHVCQI/s1600-h/MiracleStorieslogo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPqMaa1kkLI/AAAAAAAABCk/ADkKLHHVCQI/s320/MiracleStorieslogo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258669900416979122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, to my dead blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not updating here due to its face problem. I decided to wait until everything to settle and make it new again. So, everything has settled and yesterday was trying to find a nicer skin. I know it's weird to put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polka Dots&lt;/span&gt; skin cause i don't quite like it. But, miracle happened and i fell in love with it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt; to those people out there. You all were confused which blog i'm currently using. Don't worry. I will be using both at the same time. You can add both blogs into your list. If you don't want, then it's not a problem to me and you. ;)  I'm blogging about this cause many people asked me this question. And i gave the same answer everytime. And another reason to blog about it is to make my post longer. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can feel my eye power has increased a lot. Maybe due to sticking the tv and computer too near.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wear spectacles all the time. Cause i will get laughters and teasings out there. Cause i experienced it before. Those situations, i am forced to wear. I can't even see. And even my dad nags at me all the time to ask me to wear spects.  But i am still determine with my decision not to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAK NAK&lt;/span&gt; to cermin mata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I was showing to my dad those 2 circles around my eye. And he thought i was saying my brother sleeping with the spectacles. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, esther came to school with her new spects. I didn't notice until those prefects asked the students to stand up. I screamed at esther, "ESTHER, YOU BOUGHT NEW SPECTS AHHH!?" She was shocked cause i suddenly only. Yes, i admit my reaction was too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to change my mind's mind to bring us to Malacca. Cause she's going to attend a wedding dinner over there. At first, she wanted to bring us and already looking for hotels. Then her friend told her that she already booked transportation and rooms for them. I was like where got such thing, too much money is it. So, end up&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3455970392380051997?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3455970392380051997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3455970392380051997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3455970392380051997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3455970392380051997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/10/miracle-do-happen-once-in-life-time.html' title='Miracle do happen once in a life time.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPqMaa1kkLI/AAAAAAAABCk/ADkKLHHVCQI/s72-c/MiracleStorieslogo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1534098016859605819</id><published>2008-10-18T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:57:35.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to fix it back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Cravings :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movies&lt;br /&gt;2. Home-movies&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk day &amp;amp; night&lt;br /&gt;4. Hide under my blanket to text someone&lt;br /&gt;5. Cotton candies&lt;br /&gt;6. Bowling&lt;br /&gt;7. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;8. Park&lt;br /&gt;9. Just have fun&lt;br /&gt;10. Storybooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be updating here back. Cause the skin reacts with my mind. So, i'm updating here! :D&lt;br /&gt;No exceptions for the other blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPmkR6J6iEI/AAAAAAAABCc/bSvPHcWSUR0/s1600-h/Serenity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPmkR6J6iEI/AAAAAAAABCc/bSvPHcWSUR0/s320/Serenity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258414667507337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janesy. Ooooohlaalaalaa. Make it okay. Night and day. Crap it out okay. I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Prettified everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1534098016859605819?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1534098016859605819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1534098016859605819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1534098016859605819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1534098016859605819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-fix-it-back.html' title='Trying to fix it back.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SPmkR6J6iEI/AAAAAAAABCc/bSvPHcWSUR0/s72-c/Serenity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4314141773451400447</id><published>2008-09-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:49:20.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no use to be nice to these lifeless people.</title><content type='html'>I didn't know those people are damn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERVERT&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERVERT&lt;/span&gt; by reading my blog. I know there's no harm to read people's blog. But, the person is damn different. Stalking my blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reading up my old posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Leaving lots of messages in my MSN. Sharing all these things with the friends. Oh, damn it. Just get lost. You are damn&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; PERVERT &amp;amp;&amp;amp; LIFELESS&lt;/span&gt;. Screwing people's old posts. I think i have another word for you, pervert. Is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; PERVERT STALKER&lt;/span&gt;. Go get your life somewhere else. I'm not very close with you. You not only did all these things to me. You even screw my privacy up and hurting me like nobody business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4314141773451400447?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4314141773451400447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4314141773451400447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4314141773451400447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4314141773451400447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-no-use-to-be-nice-to-these.html' title='There&apos;s no use to be nice to these lifeless people.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-185377115878169574</id><published>2008-09-05T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:57:25.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funnnnnnn time is my heaven! :/</title><content type='html'>basically, i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A BIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stress free cause i laughed a lot the whole day especially kasturi. :D fun fun fun. everyday shall be fun fun fun fun. we had girls' talk in the library. haaha. i was reading a book named Fishes. nice. all kinds of fishes whereas aileen and joey were reading about national geographic. joey saw crow and she said," Oh, eeva!" I was like tooopid. cause last time, i acted as crow for our group thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasturi is funnnnn. funnnnnnn. shyt lah. i'm gonna miss kasturi a lot! i seriously laughed a lot in kasturi. another memory place. :D  KJ killed a fly today. pity the fly. but good also the fly died cause kept on disturbing us by flying around. she killed the fly with duster. =.- i miss KJ a lot. cause long time didn't come to school. :D okay, whatever. while waiting for science teacher to start teaching, i and esther played a game. weeeeeeeeeee~ we shaked our heads like we have eaten pills. LOL. but we didn't okay. we are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOODIE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah. I don't have the mood to blog here. maybe the blog skin is not nice. but i had to use this cause if not, my little bloggie shall be naked. so, let me find a nicer skin and change it. :D will be blogging over second blog. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-185377115878169574?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/185377115878169574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=185377115878169574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/185377115878169574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/185377115878169574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/09/funnnnnnn-time-is-my-heaven.html' title='funnnnnnn time is my heaven! :/'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-613080218339221613</id><published>2008-08-30T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:16:48.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodies day'/><title type='text'>Happy people shall be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SLkdzqVPV_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-0WbLsbVxvU/s1600-h/Colourful+Illusions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SLkdzqVPV_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-0WbLsbVxvU/s320/Colourful+Illusions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240252414796191730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, people! Currently, i have three blogs and one lj. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't be shocked! Ha ha. Ask me online if you want my second blog. Another blog will be private forever. So, this few days, I'm trying to flood my second blog cause it's too empty and the current condition is very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow shall be a very good day. There's two things to celebrate tomorrow. He he. First is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;National Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Another good thing is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mum's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Every year is quite easy for us to celebrate her birthday cause every year sure holiday. Ha ha. Tonight shall celebrate mum's birthday cause tomorrow, she needs to eat vegetarian and I'm afraid the whole family has to accompany her to eat too. Gulpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight, my house is crowded. Ha ha. Cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4 families include my family&lt;/span&gt; will be eating together in one house. Ha ha. Mum is gonna cook crabs, chicken wing &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(jw, don't terasa yea. Ha ha. We will try to control to eat the amount of "chicken wings" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), mee and many more lah. Brother gonna bake a cake for mum later midnight. And me and my sister &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MIGHTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not give anything. Cause we were supposed to make a video about mum. But, we don't have the suitable software to make it except Windows Player Maker. So, end up don't know what happen. And before that, me and my sister went to KLCC to hunt for a present but didn't found the suitable bracelet for mum. Then, we thought of taking mum's photo with dad during their marriage to frame it up and make it nicer but don't know why don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i burnt midnight oil. I was rushing to finish my maths homework until 1.30am. Wanted to continue doing. But, i scared i'm gonna be late for tuition tomorrow. So, better sleep earlier and wake up earlier to continue. And this morning rushing also. But, can't finish also. Now, my eyes are like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PANDA&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum took dad's car to market and when my dad fetched me back from tuition. He suddenly told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ehh, try and find 2 crabs in the car. To see if it's in the car. Mum say lost 2 crabs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like stunned! I quickly put my legs up! Until reached home. Then he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Va, the crab can climb up one." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like GULPPPPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-613080218339221613?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/613080218339221613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=613080218339221613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/613080218339221613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/613080218339221613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-people-shall-be-happy.html' title='Happy people shall be happy.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SLkdzqVPV_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-0WbLsbVxvU/s72-c/Colourful+Illusions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1040820555069170615</id><published>2008-08-27T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:25:07.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless hope was given but not the returns are bad enough for me.</title><content type='html'>random: Why must i always be the person? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)   :)  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days. It has been three days. Been three days. For &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; blogging. Ha ha. I miss blogging so much. Monday, i woke up then, i felt very headache and fever. So, i went to my parent's room and tell my mum that i don't wanna go school. But, at last, i went to school also. Cause Esther's history book is with me. And we need to stay back for history extra class. I don't feel good in school. Before maths, i asked Esther to help me call my dad as my head is very headache. It's so hard to lift up my head. Esther went and called. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks, bunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My dad managed to come before recess time. I went to office and went back home. Luckily! If not, i shall suffer in school until 3.30 pm. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought me to the clinic straight away. I hate that clinic forever. Waited there for half an hour. So long. Got my medicine and went back home. Ate my bread and medicine. Doctor gave me fever, pain and antibiotic. All &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO TABLETS EACH TIME&lt;/span&gt;. How to eat? One day 3 times. Those tablets are so big. Eat and just swallowed it. Gulpppp. I slept from 11.40 am until 5 pm. I know i slept long enough. I was having headache the whole day. Not those normal headaches i had. It's more serious and even more pain. I didn't even went to tuition on Monday night for Mathematics class cause the headache seriously very pain although i slept for so many hours. So, skipped.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sicky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, went to school as usual. But, the fever already is gone. So, had to take antibiotic and pain for in case.  School is okay. And, Munirah kept on saying to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;" Semalam demam, h ari ini, datang kacau orang pulak."&lt;/span&gt; =/  Went to kasturi. My dad came and fetch me and my friends go to kasturi. Reached kasturi. They went down first. Then, everyone went down. And I'm still in the car. They left me inside the car, too syok sharing umbrella with others. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today. Finally. I was late for school. Serious. Prefect wrote down my name. :( Road block at Dataran Merdeka for rehearsal for National Day. Puan Norizan asked me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;" Kenapa datang lambat?" &lt;/span&gt;Say the reason. And she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Pukul berapa keluar dari rumah?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"6.45am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "Lain kali, keluar rumah 6.30" &lt;/span&gt;Wahlao. I was thinking. If i said i got out from the house at 6.00 then she will sure ask me go to school at 5.30 lah. Crazy. I didn't take this offence so serious. Cause it did not involved me. Thanks to those fire engines and the polices and the armies. == Retarded. The police asked my dad to go. So my dad went, then he suddenly showed the signal to stop. Stupid. My dad almost bang on him. Dumb one. Then, the army asked the police, " Kenapa bagi kenderaan jalan?" The police said," Sorry lah." Wah. If my dad bang on you, can i say sorry to you? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give any hope cause it's so disappointing. Serious. I swear to god, that those feelings are too shitty for me to put hope on it. But, couldn't blame anyone cause at the first place, i was the one who put lots of efforts and hopes into it. But, whatever it will be, it will be that way forever and ever. Things about it shall just be rubbish to me. Whenever i put hope and efforts into it, it became dust and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1040820555069170615?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1040820555069170615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1040820555069170615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1040820555069170615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1040820555069170615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/endless-hope-was-given-but-not-returns.html' title='Endless hope was given but not the returns are bad enough for me.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4960089336330605821</id><published>2008-08-24T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:50:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy.</title><content type='html'>Am i missing Puan Ros a lot? I dreamt about her last night. And it's a bad dream. Correction, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violence dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh man! It's seriously very violence. Murder dream. Totally scary. It's haunting me the whole day already. Traumatise? I guess no. And i hope not. I woke up from the dream and i was staring at my pillow for a few seconds and i was sweating a little bit. Then, i went back and sleep. Luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself up in the room, sitting next to the window, staring at the rain outside. I just loved to sit next to the window and enjoyed watching the rain. After a few minutes, i decided to read &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Confessions of An Air Hostess." &lt;/span&gt;Quite nice. Then, i couldn't sit there reading the book in that position. So, i sat against the window, reading it page by page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, i will never ever sit Putra from Kl Sentral station if i have a choice. I shall sit the next station to KLCC. I didn't dare myself to look outside of the train and i was standing a few metres away from the door. Height problem. Sigh. Until we reached the next station, i dared myself to look outside. But, the tunnel became my beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister was asking me to go to KLCC. I was thinking about it for so long. I didn't scared of anything except &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The escalators in KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Height problem. Sigh. Chicken enough. Yes, yesterday, i had to take that stupid escalator. I don't know why i'm scare of escalators. It's like telling me,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; " You step on me, i shall make you fall!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and added some evil laughter. I don't think i have face problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna reopen! I'm happy! My monitering  week is off! Yay! School is back and my routine is back. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently chasing Moonlight Resonance. My mummy was my partner for this show. Nice nice. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Gotta go! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. From now onwards, people treat me bad please. Ha ha. So, i won't fall for you. Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4960089336330605821?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4960089336330605821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4960089336330605821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4960089336330605821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4960089336330605821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreamy.html' title='Dreamy.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8190709727827837522</id><published>2008-08-23T18:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:16:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence occurs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_wY5rpQuI/AAAAAAAAArI/VRkuA9y821k/s1600-h/0059ijytj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_wY5rpQuI/AAAAAAAAArI/VRkuA9y821k/s320/0059ijytj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237669202246583010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to : Time of my life- David Cook&lt;br /&gt;mood : tired&lt;br /&gt;random: Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i broke 4 compasses already. I know i know what you all thinking. But it's just accidentally. All four of it it's legs all broken. Don't ask me how i did it. Even, pencil i went and break it. Don't ask me why. I just threw the pencil and it hit on something and lied on the floor deadly into 2 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_l-1AGcLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vLG7DpFDq3c/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_l-1AGcLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vLG7DpFDq3c/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237657759197327538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_jLzhMmiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/W_vtW63W07o/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_jLzhMmiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/W_vtW63W07o/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237654683602688546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_jgaMlERI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HTXbj06dr80/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_jgaMlERI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HTXbj06dr80/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237655037582577938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i purposely bought Maggi mee cause got the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KungFu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This one is nice. I like it. Especially the pink colour dragon. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_oVHTpusI/AAAAAAAAArA/oWccZ2AHV_g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_oVHTpusI/AAAAAAAAArA/oWccZ2AHV_g/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237660341091547842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KLCC with my sister and her friend, yee li. My sister and I supposed to hunt my mum's birthday present. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But, end up, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We can't find the bracelet. Was so bored the whole day. I hate it. Can't buy anything. Can't watch movie. Pathetic eh. Only bought hair clips. Need it before the discipline teacher catch me with messy hair. Now, i think my hair needs a lot of clips. Thanks to that baboon hairdresser. =.- It's so out of shape. Sicko. My sister met her old high school mate. I saw alicia ho. LOL. My sister's high school mate asked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know a lot of St John boys ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then you know who is henry ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I said something. Cannot tell. Maybe you people can guess.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He always say he very leng zhai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ya lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know who is alicia ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( starting to call alicia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and my sister's high school mate are cousins! Got that coincidence a not!? Sigh. I seriously met someone in KLCC as what i said in Plurk! =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic is gonna end soon. I loved to watch Olympic is just to see their funny expressions. I saw so many funny expressions. Especially when they were competing for the running. Just observed their expression when they breathe. Like a goldfish. He he. No offence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you dare to answer me, that means you are a guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8190709727827837522?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8190709727827837522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8190709727827837522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8190709727827837522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8190709727827837522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/violence-occurs.html' title='Violence occurs.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SK_wY5rpQuI/AAAAAAAAArI/VRkuA9y821k/s72-c/0059ijytj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5656675741075679722</id><published>2008-08-21T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:59:47.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why why why why why why?</title><content type='html'>mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;random: When do things go further away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was late again for tuition. I asked Esther and joey to come early to tuition to play around. At last, i was the last person to come among us. But i have reasons why i always the last one to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 6 something cause my sister woke up and she made a lot of commotions. Then, i went back and sleep. I woke up again. I saw my room was still dark and i didn't know it rained. So, i continued sleeping. I woke up again. And i peeped through the window, the sky was dark, droplets of water. Rain, rain, rain. Mum came into my room to wake me up. I stood on my bed,looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pearl Point to have my haircut. That guy looks like McG. But, i know is not him. He damn rough man. He treated my hair like a plant, kept on spraying water. He was like want to strangle me off. Insane. I don't know how to tie my hair already. Too layer, that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;baboon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;help me to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to kasturi. Joey frightened me cause she told me no space. I was like serious. But, at last they found 3 places. We managed to stuff ourselves into that 3 spaces. Totally difficult to get in and out of the place. During break, we was loitering around the corridor. I was standing behind the door. So, the door suddenly opened. And i avoided and i almost kissed Esther. Luckily, didn't kiss. If not, she will kill me and i will kill her. Grrr...Waited for my dad at Popular. Sigh. Every time also have to wait. I was walking back to kasturi and walked back to Popular. Just to kill time. Stand there like an idiot. So, better i just walked around. I don't dare to go into Popular. Later, i couldn't get out of that place and wanted to buy a lot of things. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick? Who ask her to tease me when I spread my sickness to my gorgeous "bolster roommate" Ha ha. My sister. Yes, she's sick right now. But her sickness is more serious than mine. Ha ha. Who ask her to laugh at me when I'mI'm sick? Now, i can laugh at her back! He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,went and ate KFC. I ordered Dinner Plate. Shared with my dad. I didn't finish what i order. Even one chicken i couldn't finish. The drink i didn't finish, i gave it to my dad. Wasn't feeling well. Stomach ache the whole day. I guess, someone what is it. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey you! Why must you hit me huh huh huh huh??Huh huh huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5656675741075679722?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5656675741075679722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5656675741075679722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5656675741075679722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5656675741075679722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-why-why-why-why-why.html' title='why why why why why why?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7061247455162677743</id><published>2008-08-21T19:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:27:33.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve? eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeva?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Liew Ee Va thank Wymann Liew for showing me which one is eeeeeeeeeeeeeeva?&lt;br /&gt;=.- The robot looks like alien with the name of eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/wall-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just find the robot that looks like alien with the blue eyes. And that's eve. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called eve. Not eva.&lt;br /&gt;That wymann ah. Buat orang happy saje. -.O&lt;br /&gt;Keep on eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevaaaaaaaaa. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm arguing with him that it's eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i so paiseh. Fight with wymann about it and i asked esther about it and she said the robot called eve. But the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;idiot&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wall-e called eve as eva. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm. It's just apart of my name. So, i still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey, you! Why must you hit me? Huh Huh Huh! Everytime also hit me! Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol. cukup gangster tak?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7061247455162677743?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7061247455162677743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7061247455162677743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7061247455162677743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7061247455162677743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve.html' title='eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve? eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeva?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4148687554566414323</id><published>2008-08-20T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:10:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange veggie.</title><content type='html'>listening to: 路太弯- 潘瑋柏&lt;br /&gt;mood: confused&lt;br /&gt;random: Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poured too fast and the I did the right thing today. I loved it too. Ha ha. Mum asked me to make orange juice. So, i went and make it. I was pouring the orange juice into the other jug. While i was pouring, i suddenlyorange juice spilled into the vegetable. I shouted mummmyyy. And my mum was like whattt. I said,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;" The orange juice went into the veggie."&lt;/span&gt; And the veggie, everyone will eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCLUDING&lt;/span&gt; me. I can see the orange patch on the veggie. He he. My mum was scolding me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" You ah! So blur. Didn't think you will do it, you went and did it. I thought you know, but actually you don't know."&lt;/span&gt; I was laughing over there. Then she said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" You go and eat it for dinner."&lt;/span&gt; I still laughing. Tooooooo badddddd. :)   :)  :)  I'm imagining what will happen when my dad and sister eating the veggie. Haaahaaaahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Whenever you asked the person out, you always hope the answer would be a big big big big yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Whenever you put a lot of efforts and hope into him/her, he/she might make you happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Whenever you want to see a person desperately, it will just lead you to disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Whenever you don't want to see the person, he/she will just appear in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Whenever you think of that person, you will only think all those happy moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Whenever you need help, he/ she is the only one you will automatically find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Whenever you cry for her/him, your tears ain't worth it if you flashback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Whenever you got hurt, you always wanted he/she to know first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Whenever you bumped into her/him, it might be the god's help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Whenever you help her/him a lot, there's nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;爱你到无可救药.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4148687554566414323?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4148687554566414323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4148687554566414323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4148687554566414323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4148687554566414323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/orange-veggie.html' title='Orange veggie.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5019593337440606613</id><published>2008-08-19T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:48:13.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's millions of reasons that i can prove to you. I'm sincere.</title><content type='html'>listening to: piano songs.&lt;br /&gt;mood: tired.&lt;br /&gt;random: That's enough, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long time, i didn't update. He he. Mum purposely take leave this whole week to monitor me. :(  Poor me. I'm more like grounded. Yesterday, woke up early to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt;. The weather was great! Went to temple and find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Evelyn. The temple seriously very big and nice. Then, went to eat. Then, went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kasturi&lt;/span&gt; for the extra class. Sigh. Seriously regret for going yesterday. No one. The corridor is so quiet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not even a single soul is walking.&lt;/span&gt; =.- Even the classes are empty. So, it's so weird for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;. I don't feel like going on Friday after yesterday's shock! After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kasturi&lt;/span&gt;, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; to take my mum's medical report. Went back home. Was analysing the medical report. I was so weird why suddenly everything too high and whatever. So, i asked my dad. The fact was i read the wrong thing. Stupid. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was real tired. I hate today's class. It was damn annoying sitting in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt;. I can hear they were chit-chatting like nobody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; even when teacher was teaching. They were like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I talk and laugh louder and i can rule the class."&lt;/span&gt; So, my class was full with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt; with extra guys. Stupid. They just couldn't keep their mouth shut and just study.  Went to eat Macs. I'm gonna get bored with Macs already. :(  Came back just in time for the second class. Still not in peace. I kept on going toilet. It gonna be my best friend. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Between listen to this 2 songs. It's quite nice. I loved it. It makes you remember the past. :D For me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. :D :D It makes you peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Rain by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yiruma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Flows in You by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yiruma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3Z9Hsr0B0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3Z9Hsr0B0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yiruma&lt;/span&gt; is a  South Korea piano music composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sausage mouth is coming back. Mum bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vaselin&lt;/span&gt; for me. So, it won't be so serious like in Australia that one. Came back Malaysia also haven't recover although it's already past 2 weeks. The sausage mouth is under control. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, Lee Chong Wei and Lin Dan's badminton match was seriously sucky. Chong Wei can win that match. He was like giving free points to Lin Dan. The whole match i was supporting Lin dan. Can't continue support chong wei for that match. It made me angry and pissed off. Lin dan is damn handsome. Ha ha. But i don't know why many people say chong wei is handsome. Oh whatever. See, i'm "supporting Malaysia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Treat me bad. So, i will think that you're a bad person and that's the time i won't fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5019593337440606613?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5019593337440606613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5019593337440606613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5019593337440606613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5019593337440606613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-millions-of-reasons-that-i-can.html' title='There&apos;s millions of reasons that i can prove to you. I&apos;m sincere.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1141104820902654722</id><published>2008-08-16T17:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:35:40.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything went tasteless.</title><content type='html'>listening to : 擦肩而过-李圣杰&lt;br /&gt;mood:tired&lt;br /&gt;random: All my efforts are dust. She ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the worst day. Dad threw away my panda tattoo. :( Brother didn't believed me that sister is at home. Sicko. Was arguing with him. Mum took the car to market and he has to go to work and he needs the car. And it's not my fault what. I asked him use sister's phone to call mum. And he argued with me that sister is not at home. Stupid. So angry. And at that time, my stupid blog went insane and screwed it all the way. Damn. And, i lost my taste bud. :(   :( I found it out when i was having my dinner yesterday night. I kept on putting soy sauce into my porridge though it's salty. But i can't taste it. So, everything was so tasteless. Even the drink was tasteless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 12 hours again. My sister was shocked also. Everyone was surprised &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCLUDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Then, i screwed my blog up. I didn't know what happen. It just screwed all the way. And, now i managed to fix it back by doing it again. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PJ temple. Ate vegetarian mee. Everything was tasteless again. :(  Mum suddenly told me that i will spend you KFC the twister something. I was so shocked! Cause she hate to eat KFC and suddenly so good spend me. Ha ha. After that, went to Restaurant Red Bean in Sri Petaling. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey ESTHER. I passed by your house. Ha ha. For fun to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As usual, mango lolo again. Then ordered honey lime + cincau. Nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKalKk9eAwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tKQstDr_Scw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKalKk9eAwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tKQstDr_Scw/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235053218003550978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable? 5 people ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials over but my room is still in a mess. There's too many things i have to pack. But i shall just leave it. Cause PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKak_Z_ru7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1gtUOcqVxig/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKak_Z_ru7I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1gtUOcqVxig/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235053026081487794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek said Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKakvkgLD8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xm-gYdwX9Ws/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKakvkgLD8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Xm-gYdwX9Ws/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235052754024206274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study table. Ha ha. Messy right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKakY3r8eyI/AAAAAAAAApw/Zg1csP0fMls/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKakY3r8eyI/AAAAAAAAApw/Zg1csP0fMls/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235052364036864802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the board is still empty. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, kasturi was real suffering. Especially walking to kasturi. My nose. I feel like killing it. So suffering. During kasturi, played with the tattoo that joey gave me. The tattoo is still on my hand. Ha ha. Although is one day ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKalad1b95I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-sJVgFPiZLA/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKalad1b95I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-sJVgFPiZLA/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235053490968721298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daddy of Panda. Cute right? this is the quarter of the tattoo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm here to promote BLISS! Good for PMR candidates yea. I used it too okay. Healthy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKal5_0G9II/AAAAAAAAAqY/wLq8cZS30cQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKal5_0G9II/AAAAAAAAAqY/wLq8cZS30cQ/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235054032665900162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister downloaded Heart of Greed II. x.x And i found out that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"The reception for the series was excellent, garnering a massive 46 peak points and topping at 48 points within the final minutes of its series finale. Thus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="selflink"&gt;Heart of Greed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; was only 2 points behind Dae Jang Geum, the highest rated drama on TVB that garnered 50 points. Critical reaction was also excellent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it in www.wikipedia.com. Wow. Unbelievable. But Heart Of Greed I, the characters are good and suitable. But the Heart Of Greed II , the characters are so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, played Truth or Dare. I was kelian eh. Had to shout at the window I'm the king of the world. So damn paiseh. Had to shout so many times cause they said that shout doesn't count. LOL. cause it's so soft. Then i had to do belly dance. Stupid. I don't have the skills. Had to shake so many times. Cause it wasn't a belly dance. Stupid. Luckily it didn't continued. If not, seriously cham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I seriously hate her a lot. Not the usual one. Is the other one. Damn. Maybe i should just kick her off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheer up, &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1141104820902654722?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1141104820902654722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1141104820902654722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1141104820902654722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1141104820902654722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-went-tasteless.html' title='Everything went tasteless.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SKalKk9eAwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tKQstDr_Scw/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3027453860222577941</id><published>2008-08-14T16:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:54:53.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream came true for once again.</title><content type='html'>Hello people! My dream came true. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sick right now. Should i be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; o&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;? I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; cause i need to lie on the sofa as if i have back pain. Early in the morning, i wanted to told my mum that i don't wanna go school. But i still went to school. Was having a big headache like a giant stepped on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Olympic Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Head Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand with the assembly. Those teachers are like grandmamas. Was moving about all the time. Classes started with English. Teacher was giving us the answers. So, just wrong... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During geography, was playing with aileen. We played "chi ku pang." Whoever lost, had to drink water. So, i of course played with all those dirty ideas. I lost so many times and i drank a sip only. And sometimes, i didn't drink. I just made the sound as if i'm drinking. And so aileen caught me doing that. See. I'm not great in lying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my post is getting shorter and shorter. My sister's laptop is on. So, i have the chance to use it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPENLY&lt;/span&gt;. No need to sneak into my parents' room. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I just hate her for doing all those things. Trying to make the things worst and worst. Why not she just keep her mouth shut up? Nobody wants to back her up too by the way. You know why? Cause she's too hideous enough and i do think that her first impression to people is irritating. Just get lost lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3027453860222577941?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3027453860222577941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3027453860222577941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3027453860222577941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3027453860222577941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-people-my-dream-came-true.html' title='My dream came true for once again.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8446488088623268516</id><published>2008-08-13T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:01:24.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet, we don't look retarded.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I can update my blog again! Trials are over! Finally. The longest trial. Was okay with the paper today. A bit feverish when i was taking the KH paper. I can feel the heat from my breathing. After school, sat train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went out with friends. Supposed to watch The Dark Knight. But full already. So, went to watch "The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor." It's quite nice. I didn't bring my jacket. So, i was shivering in the cinema. So cold. Even, popcorn can't help me. And of course the drinks too. I sneezed twice. That's the first time i sneeze in the cinema. Colder than kasturi. There's a little kid sat next to me. He's so cute. Mat salleh. He closed his ears cause too loud. Then, i saw him eating popcorn. LOL. He took a handful of popcorns and stuffed it into his mouth. I was like O.o I also went and closed my ears cause too loud. I don't know why. Louder than the normal ones. The Mummy: Tomb Of the Dragon Emperor was first in the top movies at GSC. Whoa! But my 7 bucks is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed Joey's hand and squeezed her left hand so hard in kasturi. It went so randomly and sudden. I also don't know why. So, whoever sit next to me, will get the same thing too! :) Be happy with it. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Josephine, my gorgeous babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey, babysitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You kena jackpot ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How much?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;NS lah.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Loll.&lt;/p&gt; =.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, so funny in kasturi. Was playing around and fooling around in kasturi. Played with joey. She was standing outside of the class and i'm inside. So, there's a glass that can see her and me. So, i was playing with her by making all those stupid faces and i was doing a kissing act to her to make her laugh. I told her if anyone opens the door, tell me. The door suddenly open and a person came in. I was like OHMYGOD. I was trying to do the kissing act to joey. Luckily i didn't do. Was in the process of preparations. Ha ha. Luckily. *Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my ear was damaged. Thanks to joey. We were playing. Esther was hiding in the room where no classes were occupied. So, i was like calling joey to come and said esther finding her. Then, i said, " Is it inside the class ( no class)?" Then, joey went and peeped. She shouted at my ear. High pitch. Cause Esther was laughing and joey peeped through the glass and she saw Esther's teeth. That's why she shouted. I was deaf for a second. =.- That's how i can't hear properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;craving for bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so desperate for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;Cheer up. I couldn't pass it through without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8446488088623268516?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8446488088623268516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8446488088623268516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8446488088623268516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8446488088623268516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title='And yet, we don&apos;t look retarded.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1537292498329326261</id><published>2008-08-11T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:08:20.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always be there and i gave my hope to you.</title><content type='html'>Trials are not over yet. This is the longest trial that i ever had. And it kills me a lot. I didn't have fun but added a lot of stress to myself. But whatever it is, i agrees with wymann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't worry, be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ha ha. If i failed one subject, who will be happy at that time? No one including myself and my parents. But i do wish, i have improvement on history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics was a headache today. I couldn't concentrate reading the questions cause they have 2 different languages. It gave me a hard time to read the question carefully. And i can sense that i will have a lot of mistakes. Reading science was another headache. Just couldn't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, Zhang Dong Liang's From Now On concert was a blast! I seriously enjoyed watching it in... Youtube. Wanted to go his concert so badly. Unfortunately, mum didn't allowed me to go. Got a great lecture from my dad when i asked about it. No friends to go. :(  I wish i grow older and mature a bit. So, my dad will let me go. :(  I loved his new song with Liang Jing Ru named In Love With You. But, it haven't released yet. I wish it released already. So that, i don't have to go Youtube to watch it with the extra sound effects. Even radio put that song on air also with extra sound effects. *Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Zhang Dong Liang, I LOVE YOU! &lt;3&lt;3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, confessing to him. But, i know he's normal with it since so many people (include boys i guess and definitely girls) wanted him so badly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously super happy when i saw the newspaper. Cause he became the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Favourite Artist of Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will always be there and i gave my hope to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starving. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;Whatever you said to me, i will take it as compliment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1537292498329326261?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1537292498329326261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1537292498329326261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1537292498329326261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1537292498329326261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-always-be-there-and-i-gave-my.html' title='I will always be there and i gave my hope to you.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7252024537043803998</id><published>2008-08-09T16:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:03:37.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday school is boring.</title><content type='html'>KungFu Panda wants to stick to my computer dekstop. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1W-D1I5nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/M4gh07J34pc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1W-D1I5nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/M4gh07J34pc/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232433966254450290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: #1 eeva &lt;3 jinjin.&lt;br /&gt;random: #2 eeva &lt;3 her loved.&lt;br /&gt;random: #3 Missing makes perfect? It's so not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that i have already finish my exam. It's just so odd. I kept on online-ing. And my dad kept shooing me off till my butt leaves the chair. Yuck Yuck Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today. Was so boring. Today, i ate a lot of sweets. 5 sweets. Overdose. Esther gave me a chocolate from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1X7rRA-MI/AAAAAAAAApo/sn5HMLe8Jfc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1X7rRA-MI/AAAAAAAAApo/sn5HMLe8Jfc/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232435024812374210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1XqhR8lyI/AAAAAAAAApg/9f_0L1aw5l0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1XqhR8lyI/AAAAAAAAApg/9f_0L1aw5l0/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434730074150690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1XdY05Q-I/AAAAAAAAApY/1rLt06EZ30E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1XdY05Q-I/AAAAAAAAApY/1rLt06EZ30E/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232434504466514914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became sandwich too. On the way to pink dorm, walking up the stairs, joey and esther squeezed themselves in and i'm in the middle. So, i was like banging them and get out from there. I said, "Aiyoh! One door also must 3 people walk." =.- typical CBNers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle and Aunty Phylis came down all the way from Singapore. So, today is a not a nerdy day. 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font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7252024537043803998?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7252024537043803998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7252024537043803998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7252024537043803998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7252024537043803998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-school-is-boring.html' title='Saturday school is boring.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJ1W-D1I5nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/M4gh07J34pc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2523730827330166414</id><published>2008-08-08T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:23:56.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopiess Day.</title><content type='html'>I do not know whose name is this! *hands up* I drew it randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJxbGz6kG0I/AAAAAAAAApI/U0DCMHvBZBI/s1600-h/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232157039670860610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJxbGz6kG0I/AAAAAAAAApI/U0DCMHvBZBI/s320/004.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;random: BigBird &amp;lt;3 style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&amp;gt;" The dog go bite me." But i do not know if they believed me a not. I hope not though i'm not good in lying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went upside down. It's just so unexplainable. Between, i hate you, Esther! She told me something which was so &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;LAME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IHATEYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my average day became worst. My mood was so down. I just can't think how did it went till that way and what will it be. I walked to kasturi suddenly felt tired. And it went so down. Mood swinging. Sorry, my buddies. I lied to you that i was tired. And sorry too for those people who i accidentally scold. I don't feel like talking and i just went up and down the staircase in kasturi. I looked like i lost my directions. But i just wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ran to the toilet thrice, went to 7-11 twice and went to popular twice. And i hang around at the corridor, just doing nothing, looking for my directions and went off for one hour. But after that one hour hanging around by myself, i was like a bit okay. So, i went to ss myself in history. Got high. And i got high for the whole day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one sounds better, eeva liew or liew ee va? A lot of people say eeva liew and some people say liew ee va. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;For eeva liew, xD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;For liew ee va, :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lame. But if people called me eeva liew, i won't react to them so fast. Weird. But, it's just a name la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOaob7Hj7Xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOaob7Hj7Xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;李圣杰 - 擦肩而过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2523730827330166414?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2523730827330166414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2523730827330166414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2523730827330166414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2523730827330166414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/poopiess-day.html' title='Poopiess Day.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJxbGz6kG0I/AAAAAAAAApI/U0DCMHvBZBI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4091042252064129711</id><published>2008-08-07T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:04:13.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate you'/><title type='text'>Clumsiness of the clowns.</title><content type='html'>When i said i failed to do so, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;When i said something, i seriously meant it.&lt;br /&gt;Clumsiness do occur in a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm that clumsy. It's not good at all. Let you laugh all the way. But, please not too over although laughing is good. I have feelings. Human do have feelings. Just remember that, buddies. We have a period of time to be happy and period of time to be serious. I'm not joking nor crapping to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4091042252064129711?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4091042252064129711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4091042252064129711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4091042252064129711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4091042252064129711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/clumsiness-of-clowns.html' title='Clumsiness of the clowns.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2448395423328491851</id><published>2008-08-05T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:07:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Haze, Suffer With Me!</title><content type='html'>Hey, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HATE HAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. so difficult to breathe okay with all those smelly air. between, got haze also good. later got free one day holiday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE HAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE HAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze got face problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smell haze in my parent's room. I also don't know how it got that smell. The whole house was closed.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn! I HATE HAZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. read my title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2448395423328491851?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2448395423328491851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2448395423328491851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2448395423328491851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2448395423328491851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-haze-suffer-with-me.html' title='Love the Haze, Suffer With Me!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5765133778159091940</id><published>2008-08-03T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:50:54.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekali Gus!</title><content type='html'>listening to: The Way I Are- Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;mood: boring&lt;br /&gt;random: I solved everything back, dude! All by myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies, no photos for today. I'm using my sister's laptop. I got the chance to blog this and it's early early morning cause my sister went to eekim's house and sleepover. And yes, i do miss her. Damn fake. Okay, whatever. Yesterday night, i slept alone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my bolster (my sister). The radio was on loud and the lights were on. I covered my face with my blanky. But, i managed to breathe. I know you guys will say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Oh My God! How you sleep? You cover your face with you blanky and no air."&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry, of course i have a small hole to breathe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, we had 2 hours Science Programme, specially for the Form 3 students. As usual, sat there for 2 hours until my butt is completely....  You guys can guess what will it be like. It's so bored. I was completely forgotten that we had this programme and i brought my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SUPER HEAVY AND THICK KH BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which weighs around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100000 KG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn! Went back home carrying 3 text books. I left all those books in the school, so i have to clear it all before one by one gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Pearl Point with my brother. He didn't worked on that day cause every week he got one day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JOBLESS&lt;/span&gt;. I was trying to call my mum to see if she wants anything. And he told me that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother: I wear red shirt, you also wear red shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Whatever. (Ready to talk to my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother: I wear blue pants, you also wear blue pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ehh, i changed first okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Who wants to wear the same colour shirt like yours. And he ate my 12 bucks for his haircut. He don't have small change. So, i paid for him first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MONEY-EATER!&lt;/span&gt; But he still let me buy my favourite milk and sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMyMama. I'm starving and hungry. :( My parents are still sleeping like a pig and my brother went to work. Sister went to sleepover. Left me. No milk and sushi. All gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Tiong Nam and ate "bak kao mee". Bought 15 durians. Maniac. Saw Pik Ki. She was shocked to see me. == My mum was talking a lot with those aunties cause long time no see. We used to live there but moved already. So, talking with those old neighbourhoods for one day is not enough for them. ==''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my sleeping timings went wrong. Friday night, slept at 8pm. Insane. Yesterday night, slept at 10pm. LOL. Even my mum said i crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5765133778159091940?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5765133778159091940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5765133778159091940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5765133778159091940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5765133778159091940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/sekali-gus.html' title='Sekali Gus!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3358399855833619891</id><published>2008-08-02T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:10.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence surrounding me as though i was left alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJP3WHKD-qI/AAAAAAAAApA/v9ga6f-ulhM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJP3WHKD-qI/AAAAAAAAApA/v9ga6f-ulhM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229795551557712546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really need to stop doing anything except study? But humans can't live if their life ain't creative enough. Life is just a drawing to me. They can be as creative as they want and as ugly as they want too. We, humans are the one who control our life. Today onwards, i'm gonna be as nerdy as i can. You may call me nerd or whatever but it won't affect me. I think the photo up there can say it all. What should i have to do instead of drawing? I locked myself in the room just to do drawings. So that, my dad will thinks that i'm studying! Great idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thinking that did i put lots of effort for my trials. My friends are studying whereas i was just starting to take my books out. It's like i'm left out. Nerve wrecking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;spending time with you is not a waste at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3358399855833619891?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3358399855833619891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3358399855833619891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3358399855833619891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3358399855833619891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/silence-surrounding-me-as-though-i-was.html' title='Silence surrounding me as though i was left alone.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJP3WHKD-qI/AAAAAAAAApA/v9ga6f-ulhM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5756918257509197058</id><published>2008-08-01T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:07:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No stress-free day</title><content type='html'>Hello, my beloved girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today's post is gonna be emo. There's nothing to worry if we as PMR students emo. I think KJ's words are right. She said that if you all as PMR students laugh like that, it's not very weird. You all are stress up with all the trials and everything. I agree this thing from my deepest heart. It's hard to continue this type of life. You won't get happy with anything. I got lots of stress. Parents' pressure, studies and last but not least my beloved freedom. Everyone will suffer this kind of life as they grow up. My happiest time is during tuition especially kasturi. Don't ask me why too. I just do what i want over there. Shouting there, laughing out there, talking there, running there, walking there. That's the place that i always wanted. I wish that PMR is just over and i can have my freedom back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that some people out there really wanna know how i have time to blog everyday. I sneaks into my parents' room. But sometimes, i have two tuitions a day and so i don't have time to blog. Yes, my mum is right. I just have to study for 2 more months and i can do whatever i want after the exams. But, do i have that much of patience in myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better go now before my dad catch me using the computer. Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5756918257509197058?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5756918257509197058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5756918257509197058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5756918257509197058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5756918257509197058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-stress-free-day.html' title='No stress-free day'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5576255450185712759</id><published>2008-07-31T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having hard times to continue this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJAtdUXZMtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_Y4FrZETKT8/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJAtdUXZMtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_Y4FrZETKT8/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228729149083431634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: going OhMyMaMa&lt;br /&gt;random: Big Bird &lt;3 Elmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,dudes! Randomly, i do miss everyone here.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i wasn't quite okay. My dad was nagging at me the whole day when he saw my report card file. The moment i went into the car, he asked me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Report card ah?"&lt;/span&gt; I replied,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt; He asked about it. Then, nagged and nagged. I was very down. But better than last time. At least got improvement right? He still said very bad. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's visitors from Korea. They were around 33 principals. Whoa! First time and I'm proud that my school has visitors from other countries. We was so good today. Unfortunately, i can't see the visitors. They were hiding somewhere? Maybe they were playing hide and seek? Question marks in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believed i slept during moral period. But, actually, i wasn't sleeping. I just closed my eyes and lying on the table. They thought i was sleeping. My head suddenly went so heavy and my eyes was so tired. Teacher didn't teach, so i went sleeping. I woke up a lot of times cause i scared those Korean principals will pop out in front of my eyeballs. Then, the teacher told me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mengantuk saje." &lt;/span&gt;I nodded my head cause i know I'm wrong at first for sleeping in her class although there's no lesson carried on. But, it was such a long time i didn't sleep in the class. I still remembered the last time i slept in the class was in a sweating condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are coming real soon. I just left a few days to prepare for my trials. And I'm taking those trial exams in the hall and that's the place where I'm gonna sit for PMR. That's real scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my hope for getting sick have to cancel, due to my trial exams. I don't want to sit my exams with a little bit feverish and sick condition. That will make my results get worst. Maybe i shall get sick after PMR. Heehee. Have to take care of myself. :) Today is just another restless day for me. I'm real tired. I just wanna sleep and will never ever wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, today is just so sucks for a day to play softball. At first, it was quite okay, watching my friends playing the match. My friends all went lullaby and they kept on missed and teacher was real pissed off. Half of them are chicken littles. They had to wear the helmet. I of course, with a lot of dumb ideas, got myself away from wearing the chicken little helmet. After that, another big match. We had to be the one who catch balls. I was standing in the middle of the field, wearing that stinky gloves, under the sun, doing nothing like an idiot. I had already expect that the ball forever won't go to me. I'm just standing there cause teacher asked me to go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dumbo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I better treat Little Anne as my boyfriend than playing softball. &lt;/span&gt;Wanted to play volleyball and the teacher supposed to brief us about Little Anne. But, i told teacher that we want to play softball and i don't want to give my first kiss to the Little Anne for safety. And follow our school and class tradition, the AJK will be the one who try out Little Anne first. So, i told teacher that they want to play softball. If i could see the future, i will take another decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make my life better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stress-free for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Missing you was my worst nightmare of all.&lt;br /&gt;If you are the hero, save me and our sweet memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5576255450185712759?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5576255450185712759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5576255450185712759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5576255450185712759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5576255450185712759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-having-hard-times-to-continue-this.html' title='I&apos;m having hard times to continue this life.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SJAtdUXZMtI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_Y4FrZETKT8/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1857128432170082595</id><published>2008-07-28T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:11.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter began to surround me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SI2EWonJXPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RDNm83yPvDI/s1600-h/1_674948576l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SI2EWonJXPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RDNm83yPvDI/s320/1_674948576l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227980266840612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: full of enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;random: Hey dude! Surprised? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Laughing Day. It was such a great day to start of with laughter, surrounding you. Every day, i just have difficulties to open my dad's car door. Early morning, had to use up half of your energy to open that stupid door. Whatever. We got the chance to listen to the CBN Top 5 Finalist Idol's short talk. I was just so sad cause i only can vote for one person. Whereas, out of the 5 finalist, three of them i liked. But in the end, my precious vote gave to Loh Sin Toun. She was the most funniest person during the talk. Even teachers laughed out. She said the contributions that students must contribute was about the cleanliness of the toilet. Swt. We was like that's basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spot talk by one of the Lower Six Art students was quite interesting and fun. She was so cute. The topic was about the bad side of the boys. Everyone laughed too. Not only students, teachers as well. Puan Chee was giving an idea to the English teachers. Her idea was the next topic that they will do is the good side of the boys or the bad side of the girls. Everyone went yes and no. I of course didn't even answered anything. I sealed my mouth up, shutting it tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Esther the whole day. She didn't bring her name tag. So she wore chiu yee's name tag. We had moral.  Got Form 4 students want to find chiuyee and esther passed by them and they stopped Esther. They were saying," Chiu yee, chiuyee, bayar duit olahraga untuk jamuan." I was laughing and Esther started laughing when she saw me laughing. My god. Esther said," I didn't bring name tag then they only want to find people." I was still laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, i was fighting with Esther for a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeva : i want this toilet. It's my beloved toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esther: go lah another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were grabbing that door. I was trying not to let Esther close the door. Fight and fight and fight. At last, she don't want to fight and said," Okla. Give you lahh." I was happily went into the toilet. :D :D I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, we had history extra class. Esther half way need the toilet. So she asked teacher and kj said later first. can ah? Tahan lah. Esther had to listen for a while. I was so scared she will burst out. =.- Then, half way teaching, kj said, " Girl, you better go toilet. I saw your eyes like cannot tahan." I sat next to her, looked at her. Her face was like so innocent looking at the teacher, her reaction was super slow too. I laughed and laughed. Then, half way again, she seriously need it. So she asked teacher's permission, kj was like aiyo, better go. I laughed and laughed and laughed. My face was so ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any satisfaction during art lesson. With all those people who was talking bad things behind, indeed it spoiled people's mood. I just hate those people. I wish i can staple your mouth. I did the "batik" again. The thingy was making me real pissed off. The "canting" didn't come out. So, my whole batik ruined. I didn't care and continued doing it. I coloured a bit only then, i stopped. I almost threw that batik away but i didn't. Wasted 20 cents on the drawing block. Damn frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Looking you from far was indeed tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish i move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1857128432170082595?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1857128432170082595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1857128432170082595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1857128432170082595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1857128432170082595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/laughter-began-to-surround-me.html' title='Laughter began to surround me.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SI2EWonJXPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RDNm83yPvDI/s72-c/1_674948576l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2746008077123564775</id><published>2008-07-27T16:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make my life useful. Make me remeber those memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vqsNqErUDB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vqsNqErUDB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/_qAFjS/music/XsNhlvuR/chris_brown_with_you/"&gt;With You - Chris Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIxHhhJViXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZQx3c0xKFao/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIxHhhJViXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZQx3c0xKFao/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227631908629088626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;random: I'm officially being a pig today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, ate KFC for dinner. Dad and sister not at home. So, left me,mum and brother. Eat until so much. Then, i slept so early. Haven't 10pm also went to sleep already. I can't believe i slept for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FOURTEEN HOURS&lt;/span&gt;. *gulp. I woke up at 11am this morning. My sister came back from the grocery shop and said to my mum, "Oh my god! Look at this Liew Ee Va. She slept more than 12  hours."  I replied her, "Whatever. I'm tired okay." And continued lying on the sofa.  Just imagine. Even my sister came back late after shopping with her classmate at KLCC yesterday knew that i slept more than 12 hours. Whereas, i was still counting and asking my mum what time did i slept yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my breakfast. I told my brother randomly, "I want to sleep." My brother replied," Huh!? You want to sleep?" I didn't care about him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, i drank Root Beer, cheese tart, teh ais, pan mee, peach and toblerone chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? I'm surprised too! :) Too bad. I can't control myself. Nothing to worry. Nothing to be sad. I was trying to convince my mum to fetch me to play basketball with aileen. Unfortunately, i failed. My mum thought i'm going to BJ Club to play. Well, she said so far. Then, i told her not there and she speechless, continued watching her dramas. I was like fine, better go study and slack at home than convincing my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVED SINGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i loved singing. The whole day, i'm singing all by myself like a maniac. I was singing like nobody buisness. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just let me shout at the top of my lungs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my diary books. Whoa! I felt i was too lame for doing those things. But anyhow, that's just the past of my life. Those memories was like replaying again and again in my head as if it's a  recording player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2746008077123564775?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2746008077123564775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2746008077123564775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2746008077123564775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2746008077123564775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-my-life-useful-make-me-remeber.html' title='Make my life useful. Make me remeber those memories.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIxHhhJViXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZQx3c0xKFao/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1223299959388646235</id><published>2008-07-26T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:12.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun. Exhausted. Dehydrated.</title><content type='html'>Err.. No more stories. I don't wanna continue that story. Cause i felt I'm not so pro. And my first and last decision is not to continue it. :)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't stare at me.  Stare at my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIrskLVyWpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TreK0svLvO8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIrskLVyWpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TreK0svLvO8/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227250423780498066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: tired.&lt;br /&gt;random: make me proud, make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.05 am. Mum woke me up. I put my alarm at 5.10am. Cause going to KPM Big Walk July '08. So went up to my dad's room to call Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eeva: Esther wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esther: I'm outside your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eeva: you wake up already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esther: ya I'm outside your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeva: Harh!? *opened the window to check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! She was there. I thought she was joking. I ran down the stairs and opened the gate for her. She came in. And i went and washed my face and all stuffs. Around 5.30 am, went to school. Reached there at 5.45 am. No one was there. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not even a single soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, suddenly there's more and more and more and more people coming. So, went to the guard house. Teacher was there. Took attendance and went to AIA there. Waited for the bus for so long. I saw a vehicle coming and i shouted, "Okay, the bus is coming." When the vehicle coming nearer, it wasn't a bus. It was lorry. So paiseh. Mistaken it twice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was a police standing there. The police was smoking. And i saw something white white thingy moving. I thought i saw ghost. It wasn't ghost. It was the police's cigarette smoke. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" What the. Stop smoking can ah. Make people scared only. Thought was all those things." &lt;/span&gt;I seriously scared okay. But i still looked at it. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the bus came at 6.30 am like that. So late. We supposed to reach Putrajaya at 7am to register. And yes, we're late! But, teacher managed to register. :) Get to the bus. Sat with Esther. I kept on singing and singing and singing. And she was looking around and slept for a while and woke up and slept and looked around. I was singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Yue guang xia by Huang Li Ming." &lt;/span&gt;Nice. The whole one hour in the bus was singing at that song. :) Yes, i didn't get bored with it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so into that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, reached. Did the aerobic with the seniors. They were singing instead of exercising. Cause the songs are too nice. And they followed the lyrics to sing. Then, sat down and waited. At last, the moment i had waited for so long is granted. I went to the place where the "Start" was and suddenly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"BOMMMMMM!!" &lt;/span&gt;Everybody walked, jogged, ran and talking. Some people even shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and went to find teachers. Watched cheerleading. After that, went to the bus. Was camwhoring with aileen all the way to the bus and during trip. We were bored. So, there's a lot of photos coming up later. I didn't bring camera and all the photos is with her. Went to the bus and all those primary kids from Don't-Know-School waved their hands at us and said bye. We cbners of course said bye. They were so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip back to school, sat with aileen. The bus driver suddenly braked. He saw the car in front haven't moved, he still wanna moved. When he braked, my whole face was like sandwich. And my finger went red cause i was holding the seat in front. So, it slipped and was in between the seats. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Eh, tangachi. Tolong pandu baik-baik sikit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The bus also passed by my area. I can just get down and walked back to my house. But the teacher did not allowed us cause she said must ask the parents to wait for us earlier. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BYE BYE, MY BELOVED HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt; Reached school and mum came to fetch me. We walked until the St. John's scoutden. That's where my mum parked the car. She parked until so retarded. There's a big drain and the car can go inside the drain. I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;MUMMY, STOP. CAN'T! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But too bad, she still wanna go. Then, there's a passerby saw my mum reversing the car. I was covering my face. My mum was so paiseh. At last, get out from that stupid big drain. That saved my life. Pheww! That was real close okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, watched tv. My eyes was hanging. Wanted to put toothpick like the Hong Kong TVB dramas did. Too tired. Didn't sleep. Luckily. If not, tonight i hardly sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kill me into pieces.You hurt me like last time. I don't wanna experienced it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1223299959388646235?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1223299959388646235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1223299959388646235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1223299959388646235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1223299959388646235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-exhausted-dehydrated.html' title='Fun. Exhausted. Dehydrated.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIrskLVyWpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TreK0svLvO8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2602184564292965475</id><published>2008-07-25T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:12.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy eeva</title><content type='html'>Yes, i agreed that he is bugging my life. I was thinking about him the whole day. When i'&lt;br /&gt;m with my girlfriends, i often dream a lot as if I'm in my own fantasy dream or a sweet sweet dream. I can't help it. I can't forget about him. Maybe the memories were too much to remember. But, we seriously appreciate each other. Some people said we look like siblings, some people said we look like couple. But none of it is correct. We aren't couples. We aren't siblings either. We are just more than best friends. I don't why too. I just treat him more than a best friend and i do not know whether i have feelings for him. We have the same interest and just have a long talk or chat whenever we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, our relationship is getting close. Even my parents thought i have a boyfriend. We saw each other and he asked me out for a drink. Out of sudden, i was staring at him and analysed his face. And i stopped staring at him when he was shaking his hands up and down. He asked me," Anything wrong? Did my face have any dirt?" I replied, "Err.. Nothing, just thinking what to eat for dinner tonight." Obviously, I'm lying to him. I can't lie something. His expression was full of thoughts and i can sense that he doesn't believe my words. So, i stopped dreaming and talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your planning for dinner? Do you have any agendas?"&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. I don't have any plans for tonight. Maybe i shall just hang out by myself."&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning you are free tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I'm free. Why? Anything wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! That's great! Wanna have dinner with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. Okay. No problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounded so happy. I'm full of curiosity. That was the first time he asked me out. So, i dressed up quickly. We ate at a French Restaurant. We ordered food and talked. We had fun talking to each other. Joking at each other, laughing at our own dumb jokes, talked about our childhood times. We left the restaurant and headed to the park. Walked a few rounds and continued talking. Suddenly, i tripped on something and he grabbed my waist. Out of sudden, a feeling began to grow in my heart. I had a bit feelings towards him. He let go his hands and accompanied me to the bench. He was asking "Are you okay?" I said yes. "I accompany you go back to your house." I said "I don't wanna go back first. I wanna hang around." He didn't say anything and just nodded his head. He accompanied me the whole night. I was so lifeless and was thinking about it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SImVCuaQDSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zHhUtX6pzok/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SImVCuaQDSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zHhUtX6pzok/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226872716590583074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;random: macd again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee wooww. nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;Lazy already to update. :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2602184564292965475?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2602184564292965475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2602184564292965475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2602184564292965475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2602184564292965475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-eeva.html' title='Lazy eeva'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SImVCuaQDSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zHhUtX6pzok/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4666742740937436264</id><published>2008-07-23T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE ME GROW TALLER!</title><content type='html'>random: I'm proud to say that my height decreased. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored. So i created this fairytale? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="269" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/_qhuikxMLr/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/_qhuikxMLr/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="269" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/buckcherryrock/video/uamNhPdQ/buckcherry_sorry_music_video/"&gt;Sorry  - Buckcherry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song while reading the fairytale. It suits i guess. For me only. :) Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has started to be a war. The place we chatted became the battlefield between us only. Just the two of us. The typical attacks we did was ignore each other. We became strangers and was trying to be good friends again. Just because of our typical attack which is ignorance. Everything has changed. All the things he said was incredulous. I couldn't believe what he said but i tried to believe. But it made no sense at all. My instinct asked me to be skeptical of his words. Yea, my instinct is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do friendships need? Yes, it's the trust. What happen to us is just like the fairytale for those children who are so gullible. Typically, we sit together, chilling out and talk crap all day and night long. But this time, he sit with his boyfriends and i sit with my girlfriends. We treated each other as strangers. Yes, sometimes my girlfriends ask about us and i replied, " Oh, nothing. We just love to be cool at each other when people around us." I could sense that my girlfriends don't believe me but i tried to hide it from them although they are my best girlfriends forever. After the incident, an abrupt answer always made by him in anger. Though it's scary, i couldn't believe that he will be in that attitude. That was the most drastic attitude of him. It has been 3 years since the first day i knew him, i didn't think that he was those kind of people. He became more emotional and he could join an emotional competition. That's so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i bumped into him when i was rushing to my locker. We looked at each other and he helped me to pick my books up and accompanied me to my locker. Silence occurred till we reached the locker. He handed the books back to me and i said "Thanks." He replied. "Welcome." He smiled to me and i smiled back. That was his sweetest smile forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, studying feels so drudgery. Even i put a lot of efforts, but the returns unprofitable. And that's where the satisfaction doesn't comes along. What i learn is equal to dust. Dust that is all over the abandoned houses or buildings. I can't concentrate like i do last time, something in my head bugging me the whole day and demanded me to do other things. I have to retrospect again and again. It's too weary. He bugs my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Make the time slower, slower, slower till it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIcN_OyxosI/AAAAAAAAAm4/i7YkqYwU8-U/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIcN_OyxosI/AAAAAAAAAm4/i7YkqYwU8-U/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226161272540734146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i did height measurements for the class and weight. My height is 159cm. So short. Last time, i 162 cm. I asked teacher that humans can go shorter. And teacher replied me can and it got something to do with old. And i made a conclusion, teacher is trying to signal me that i'm old. LOLL. Maybe, the measurement is wrong. Cause i retrospect back and many people got the same case happen. My weight was 53.5. For me, still acceptable. I want my weight to be -200kg. Much more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAKE ME GROW TALLER, TALLER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; TALLER, TALLER, TALLER AND TALLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-200kg IS MY TARGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei tuck asked me what is worst that eating shit.  I answered him so many answers and he said, "Wrong. It's two pieces of shit." =='''' I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4666742740937436264?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4666742740937436264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4666742740937436264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4666742740937436264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4666742740937436264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-me-grow-taller.html' title='MAKE ME GROW TALLER!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIcN_OyxosI/AAAAAAAAAm4/i7YkqYwU8-U/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5540356220457816094</id><published>2008-07-21T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:12.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impress me with anything.</title><content type='html'>Add some moustache on the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIRJthGw3QI/AAAAAAAAAmY/x7wdTCWzhWw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIRJthGw3QI/AAAAAAAAAmY/x7wdTCWzhWw/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225382513986297090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: Impress me with those words, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooling again. Hooray! Now, i hate weekends. Cause my mama always caught me in action doing something else but not studying. Yesterday, the whole day she was catching me. =P Normal la.I ran up and down. Just to escape myself. I had CHICKEN RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not suffer in any condition today. Came home, was so happy cause the electricity was back. They fixed it back. If not, i can die of boredom and become a slacker.Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA SHOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA JUMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA FALL DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA BE SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA STAND AT THE HIGHEST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA BE FREEZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA FAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA SNORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA SIT ROLLER COASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNA SHOUT AS LOUD AS I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought a dictionary. I kept finding words cause he always call me chicken in French. Obviously, i need to find something to make him back right? So, i was finding lots of words but it was so hard to pronounce it. The pronunciation is so out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIRKm_4wJCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7hQmVrjO-AI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIRKm_4wJCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7hQmVrjO-AI/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225383501501572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the whole day, i kept on terlanjur cakap. Toot toot betul me today. :(   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for this saturday's big walk in Putrajaya. Hooray! Actually got school this staurday, maybe i can skip school and enjoy my BIG WALK in Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Maths, here i come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5540356220457816094?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5540356220457816094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5540356220457816094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5540356220457816094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5540356220457816094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/add-some-moustache-on-girls.html' title='Impress me with anything.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIRJthGw3QI/AAAAAAAAAmY/x7wdTCWzhWw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-435803215211175786</id><published>2008-07-20T15:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:13.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Be-Mess-Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILoLZEuzKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zPqg78_IMY4/s1600-h/031a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILoLZEuzKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zPqg78_IMY4/s320/031a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224993800110132386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: You freaked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily stalkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night, my mum gave the whole family a fright. She suddenly had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stomach cramp.&lt;/span&gt; She couldn't walked. And that time, my dad was opening the durians. My mum asked me to call my dad here. So, i shouted my dad's name. And he still eating durians and continued opened. I was like swt. Then, my dad went down and brought my mum to the clinic. My brother had to follow my dad. So left me and my sister at home. We were like staring each other. One and half hour later, they only came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm gonna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a dead chicken lying in the house without heartbeats. &lt;/span&gt;Guess what? No electricity tomorrow. :( Luckily i'm staying back until 3.30pm cause got extra classes. So, that save me half of my beloved day. My dad is smart. He might be going to the restaurant, drinking tea, talking to his friends, left me at home and that's where the place &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"DAP-Under-The-Tree"&lt;/span&gt; started. As usual. But what should i do tomorrow without electricity? Shall i prepare what to write in my blog? Shall i do my homework? Shall i be a good girl? I don't think i'm gonna do all those stuffs. Maybe i will slack at home, walk up and down the staircase, read storybooks or maybe i will go through all those magazines. Wish me alive yea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, my parents was fidgetting with the electricity. Cause the lights and fans are not working but the air-cond and other stuffs are working. So, tomorrow the electricity man is coming to fix it back. Now, only my brother's room is not working. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister spent the whole family + eekim + aunty daisy &amp;amp; uncle john dim sum for breakfast. We ordered more than 20 over plates. The food is nice. So, when the food is nice, the proce do increase badly and can buy toto. == The price was nice numbers. RM129.90. Nice right? I felt this thing is funny. My sister gave the person RM130 and the person gave back 10 cents. Although it's not funny, i thought back and i will laugh. Who cares. Laughing is the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that the maths class is back again. Teacher is having enough of holidays and the students too. I felt so left out when the maths class is dead. I can continued my maths study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was completely forgotten about my bm tuition. I was still sleeping like an oink. I was awake because my dad suddenly shouted asking me " Va, you got tuition ah?" I mumbled to him yes. Then he asked what time. I was like oh shit. My dad was on the phone with Ronald's mum. The time was 10.15am. But my tuition started at 10.00 am. At that time, no car. Mum drove dad's car to market and brother drove mum's car to work. So i walked until the main road and ran to tuition. 2 roads. Reached tuition and was like a dead fish. Messy. Sweating. My voice cracked. Teacher was asking about Ronald. I was thinking oh ya where is him. Luckily my dad told me that he's not coming. Phew! And teacher asked lots of things and i was like still in my dreams. Toot toot betul. My dad told the whole family that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WAS IN MARATHON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILq2TrFpEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0UH3bromkPI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILq2TrFpEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0UH3bromkPI/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224996736418030658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILpg6ek8SI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7CmdbC2izhc/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILpg6ek8SI/AAAAAAAAAmI/7CmdbC2izhc/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224995269365788962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M SO INTO PHOTOGRAPHY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M SO INTO EDITING PHOTOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M SO INTO DRAWING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M SO INTO CRAPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M SO INTO TALKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;last but not least, i'm so into him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-435803215211175786?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/435803215211175786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=435803215211175786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/435803215211175786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/435803215211175786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-you-freaked-me-out-daily.html' title='To-Be-Mess-Around.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SILoLZEuzKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zPqg78_IMY4/s72-c/031a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8120402095386801067</id><published>2008-07-18T16:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting. I'm still waiting. Mind you.</title><content type='html'>Feel The Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBWKNePsSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/53bfdNgrSEA/s1600-h/020_Freedom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBWKNePsSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/53bfdNgrSEA/s320/020_Freedom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224270301164974370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mood: ultra bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;random : I beg your pardon please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, human beings! Didn't blog for yesterday cause i don't have time. Didn't played softball. Had to do the 2ND term test. I did so badly this term. The previous one is better. I wish i can redo again. Exercising to me is fooling around with my friends. :) So, i do not have any regrets although my 2ND term test was so bad. *Phew! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO REGRETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright today. Have no fear for schools anymore. But i did have fear for school during rainy days. I have no umbrella to go up to school. It was raining the whole morning when i woke up then it stopped. Luckily it stopped, if not i don't know how to get to my school. I don't bring umbrella to school. Wet, wet la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WANNA FEEL THE LOVE OF RAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBWUNwJPDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FIbkv4EyfAw/s1600-h/RainyDayCentralPark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBWUNwJPDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FIbkv4EyfAw/s320/RainyDayCentralPark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224270473038740530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBXNkcV3gI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bz-VEIllVTY/s1600-h/2287486542_0137757aee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBXNkcV3gI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bz-VEIllVTY/s320/2287486542_0137757aee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224271458382241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow up faster. So, whatever i do don't need to depend on people out there who is so stingy with their knowledge especially and everything. I had to ask her for help. If not, i don't think i will talk to her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ENOUGH OF YOUR ARROGANT LA! ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I done all my projects already. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;STRESS-FREE-PROJECTS.&lt;/span&gt; Hooray! Eevn KH also i done. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happen to me. I came to school and i kept quiet. When people asked me something, i only answered. Always happen in the morning. Maybe the brain needs more oxygen to react back or what. I just loved to keep my mouth shut in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i'm trying to pay attention during Maths class. If not, i will be left out forever and i need to. My tuition teacher is currently having honeymoon or taking her sweet holidays. Half month she's not here. I do miss her. Very fake right? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was listening to the sivik teacher. She said a topic about all those punishments if we do all those wrong things. It's quite interesting. I'm so interested in all those topics. I loved the overseas punishments. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun during bimbingan time. Went to the library and ate. Haha. I still remember i brought benda haram to the library. I walked pass by the teacher, the teacher also didn't stopped me. And i didn't realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back and discussed about the gathering for the club. We had hard times during the discussing cause the account is upside down. Had to manage the account first and budgetting our things. As usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;There's lots of difficulties to be a businesswoman.&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my maths paper today. It still acceptable. Got improvement. Luckily, if not, i'm gonna start my insane plans. I did one question so carelessly. And i'm so angry at myself just because of that question. Six plus three is how much? Nine right? I put eight. Damn la. Every Maths paper sure got the same careless mistake. Grr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8120402095386801067?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8120402095386801067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8120402095386801067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8120402095386801067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8120402095386801067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-im-still-waiting-mind-you.html' title='Waiting. I&apos;m still waiting. Mind you.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SIBWKNePsSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/53bfdNgrSEA/s72-c/020_Freedom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8880988859926079723</id><published>2008-07-16T16:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:15.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Coaster Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SPASTIC &amp;amp; RETARDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH2-g5XT20I/AAAAAAAAAkY/R8Y72DaHMzg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH2-g5XT20I/AAAAAAAAAkY/R8Y72DaHMzg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223540615183326018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;random: I missed Jam-Coaster. Not X-Coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. People. I can't believe i broke my spects that thingy. *gulp. I thought i will get scoldings from my parents. But my dad thought i broke the spectacles. Ha ha. It is 1 year plus plus plus already. See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost being sent to the dentist for don't know what in school. But luckily didn't. My parents wrote there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T ALLOW&lt;/span&gt;. Phew! Escaped from the dentist. I told the nurse that my parents don't allow. And you know what reason she gave me, she said i don't have letter. I was trying to convince that nurse for so long. She was like giving me the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Should-I-Believe-You expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At last, she let me go. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talked much today in school. Talked talked talked then, i shut up already. For no reasons. I think my friends were so happy cause i didn't talked much. Ha ha. Stupid la. Today, during recess, i heard people said got spotcheck. I went and used the scissors to cut my fingernails. Yuck. Now, it's like a snake and disfigured. Shouldn't believed to all those stupid rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had gathering with the PBSM members. Eat, talk, run, walk, laugh. Ate pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go run around la now. It's too bored. I missed running around. C= I'm thinking should i have a 24 hours sleep. I seriously felt so tired and exhausted during in the morning. I can't wake up. I had too much fun last saturday cause i'm out of the house the whole day. Try and imagine. A fifteenth year old girl went to cheer com to support her school cheerleaders and played basketball. Besides that, she also went to Euro Fun Park. Guess how much energy is left. She ain't a shopaholics who shop for 24 hours without tired. But her whole saturday outing is equal to a shopaholic's shopping plans. What is equal? Yes, you have a point. Both matters are equal because both needs energy and a lot of walkings. So, her saturday outing was fun and exhausted too. Nevertheless, she stills miss all those rides. When she was in the Euro Fun Park, she had lots of spinning rides and that whole place was the same as her childhood times. She did have fun and back with her childish manner. She's out of her house more than 12 hours. Imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for tomorrow's softball game. Maybe we're not going to play softball. Maybe we need to do the PE exam. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball is fun. It's an outdoor game. But mostly the game is for boys. But girls also can. Now, i will presenting the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CBNERS SOFTBALL PLAYERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They're good. Just don't underestimate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, i will dressed like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3Ef3oWmOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WFko-pTNeH8/s1600-h/Softball300x400-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3Ef3oWmOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WFko-pTNeH8/s320/Softball300x400-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547194607835362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3EorFa9lI/AAAAAAAAAko/dZbIgQmhtmk/s1600-h/softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3EorFa9lI/AAAAAAAAAko/dZbIgQmhtmk/s320/softball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547345858917970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3EtnekamI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ZakQbUSWgwU/s1600-h/ayl_softball_mainpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3EtnekamI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ZakQbUSWgwU/s320/ayl_softball_mainpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547430789999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOT THIS OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be sufficient of air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3E1Mu0FuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/RXgSPReJRkU/s1600-h/coachingYouthSoftball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH3E1Mu0FuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/RXgSPReJRkU/s320/coachingYouthSoftball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223547561049331426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! THIS IS THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice pose right? Support me. Thanks. :S Between, don't underestimate me yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with softball. Yea. Although it looks like baseball, but there's difference. Let me think yea. I'm not that pro in theory. I'm more pro in practical? :D Exciting for softball and kasturi. Cause that's the two things that i can make myself go insane and ss-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I had bm class today and the teacher suddenly told me that in her camera got my photo. And i was posing for her. I was like since when i became a poser and a 'perasan'. Maybe the teacher was trying to joke cause on the cheer com i was sitting for most of the time. ==''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4km walk is coming. Yay! I'm coming! Exhilarated. Gonna go with Aileen, Esther and chiu yee. But have to reach school at 6am. I also haven't wake up from my dreams. Need to wake up at 5am on that day. But still i sacrifice my sleeping time. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MUST SACRIFICE MY SLEEPING TIME FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG  WALK. YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8880988859926079723?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8880988859926079723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8880988859926079723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8880988859926079723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8880988859926079723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/jam-coaster-lover.html' title='Jam Coaster Lover'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SH2-g5XT20I/AAAAAAAAAkY/R8Y72DaHMzg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-6544727751410167152</id><published>2008-07-15T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:15.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap me if you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just loved this photo. I don't know why. I can just stare at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHyCBClU-RI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kqWLJU_XmEQ/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHyCBClU-RI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kqWLJU_XmEQ/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223192622227847442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: happy &amp;amp; annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;random: You mistaken me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm trying to get high in tuition. And i did get high! Hehe. I was laughing and laughing and kept on disturbing people. But after English, i got so hungry. Wanted to go down to 7-11 and buy but the bell rang when i walked half way at the staircase. So continued to starve again. So sleepy during geography. After geography, quickly walked faster and faster and bough the bread. At last. Hooray! And was SS-ing with Esther with all those stupid games. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved kerja kursus already. Kh project. Was fun! Actually today nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;To: _______,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slap me if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hit me if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinch me if you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-6544727751410167152?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/6544727751410167152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=6544727751410167152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6544727751410167152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6544727751410167152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/slap-me-if-you-want.html' title='Slap me if you want.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHyCBClU-RI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/kqWLJU_XmEQ/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7739229563327687858</id><published>2008-07-14T17:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy EEVA Day!</title><content type='html'>mood: happy happy happy happy HAPPY FOREVERRRRR~&lt;br /&gt;random: throat is painnnnnn. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast! That's the day i've been waiting for to get high! Yea, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XAVIER WON THE FITH PLACE &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BEST SUPPORTERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ha ha. I seriously felt so happy yesterday and only got high during their performance and the announcing results. Their performance was so perfect. Not any falls or hurt or anything. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE XAVIER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Last time i support Adele but now i better support xavier. Heehee. But the best, support both teams. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CBN SPIRIT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video. Xavier performed. Must watch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n9J-mYecsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n9J-mYecsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cheer ended, accompanied lingyean to the main road then walked back to the stadium alone. Damn scary! I will never ever walked alone. But luckily all those cars made some noises, so not so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of people. I met seniors, lingyean, audrey, wymann, marissa, woo, brandon, chan wai ming, uncle low and many many many many more. Can't list them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsvYCjlGgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/QuWZs3Qr36k/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsvYCjlGgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/QuWZs3Qr36k/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222820282915691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsfih871nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XMGi3XysPqA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsfih871nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XMGi3XysPqA/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222802870956185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHswcG6A69I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Hn3FFECMLoY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHswcG6A69I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Hn3FFECMLoY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222821452314635218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsgXqiliDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jE-rYn96dSo/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsgXqiliDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jE-rYn96dSo/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222803783794657330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, walked back to the main road and aileen and her brother fetched me. Played basketball. It was a last minute plan. It was such a long time i didn't play basketball. Half year already. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISSED BASKETBALL SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And my basketball skills all gone and shoot the ball into the net also missed. :( :(  After PMR, must go basketball training already. It's a must! There's a girl who plays basketball very pro. She looks like eeyin's type. If she be guy, sure very handsome. XD She dared the guys to shoot the ball in. If the person loose, have to belanja 6 of us include me and aileen. One guy failed to do cause his finger pain or something lah. Laughed all the way during basketball. Had a lot of fun with those weirdos. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen read this.&lt;br /&gt;Ahfai+Ahjam. Heheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wanna thanks aileen for cheering me up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks, aileennnnnnnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*with loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After basketball, aileen dropped me at the Euro Fun Park near Bukit Jalil. Met Esther there with her sister. I only played the X-Coaster for twice and the other one which spined me and esther gone crazy. I don't think esther gone crazy because of that. Maybe she gone crazy because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spinning ride starting to spin me and esther. It was seriously dangerous. I can feel my heart when left and right and up and down. I don't feel okay half way and i wanted it to stop and esther kept on shouting to her sister stop but the stupid thing doesn't stop. Then, i didn't reply esther when she was talking to me. She thought i fainted. Ha ha. Cause she opened her eyes, she saw me like fainted. She talked to me and kept on calling me when i didn't reply her. And guess what i told her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DON'T TALK TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She didn't talked to me. At last the spinning stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat the X-Coaster twice. The first ride with her sister and her. I sat in the middle. My head kept on banging on the seats. Stupid. Brain damage. Sat again. This time i and esther only. I sat back the seat and esther also. But the stupid guy asked me to sit the next . I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE. YOU WANT ME DIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The guy was like *shaking head to esther. So there's a gap in between me and esther. I shouted esther's name and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I WANNA PEA OUT!"&lt;/span&gt; Heheee! Had lots of shoutings during the X-Coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and her sister sat the Top Gun. I didn't sit because the thingy was turning 360 degrees. So the thing freaked me out! I can hear all the shoutings from esther and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearest words are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"OHMYGOD!"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"OHMYGOSHH!"&lt;/span&gt; I was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHszdWE7gcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2shuo9U5vyE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHszdWE7gcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2shuo9U5vyE/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222824772101702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vortex.&lt;br /&gt;the 360 degree ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHswzf_AGZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IWMviTQ5adQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHswzf_AGZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IWMviTQ5adQ/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222821854183430546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsz1HWT5BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ph0eJX8ghyk/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsz1HWT5BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ph0eJX8ghyk/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222825180464931858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;X-Coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs0CfhUGdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/nRc84Xu_DRw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs0CfhUGdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/nRc84Xu_DRw/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222825410291833298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs0RNSyOAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/txPB1-CuGFE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs0RNSyOAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/txPB1-CuGFE/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222825663097092098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spinninggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my throat is killing me and yet i still can eat all those food that causes sore throat. But i don't care. I don't waste my time to miss all my delicious foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs1PaVfbwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/d1homU2jdHs/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHs1PaVfbwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/d1homU2jdHs/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222826731749994242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice right? I loved the shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went back home and ate the fish and went to sleep. Too tired. I reached home, got headache and dizzy after all those maniac rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANOTHER HAPPY DAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;School was okay today. Stayed back for extra-classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;OhYa! This time you all seriously ignore my tagboard. Thanks to dKcZ. I repeat, he had all his fun and i had all his insane-ness.  ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANOTHER MADNESS DAY! ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7739229563327687858?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7739229563327687858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7739229563327687858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7739229563327687858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7739229563327687858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-eeva-day.html' title='Happy EEVA Day!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHsvYCjlGgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/QuWZs3Qr36k/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1192448771071830615</id><published>2008-07-12T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:33:56.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day to go! It's tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>mood: excited! WEE~&lt;br /&gt;random: I am cheering all the way from Kuala Lumpur. xD&lt;br /&gt;                    (cbners sure understand this phrase.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously very excited to go to Cheer Com. I'm waiting for Josephine's call to see if she's coming. But one thing i know that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Josephine Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; must come as a babysitter. She has to babysit me the whole day tomorrow. Ha ha! Lame reason to ask her come again for tomorrow. I hope that she can finish her all her homework by today so that tomorrow she can come! Praying hard. I'm asking almost all the people in my msn whether they are coming a not. Cause I'm excited. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thestar.com.my/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit that website if you want to see cheer things or news. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wanted to eat dim sum but my sister said tomorrow only eat lah. Then i forgotten that i'm away the whole day. lol. Missed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, just ignore my tagboard. That fellow is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ya i'm saying you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; dKcZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*EVIL LAUGHTER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1192448771071830615?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1192448771071830615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1192448771071830615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1192448771071830615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1192448771071830615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-day-to-go-its-tomorrow.html' title='One more day to go! It&apos;s tomorrow!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7018956343104696870</id><published>2008-07-11T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:55:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOTTTT</title><content type='html'>I was asking a lot of people about the cheer com. So many people went. Now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEER COM HAS BEEN THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOTTEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; HOTTTTT! HOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, not only me who poured away the chicken essence. Eelynn too and shirley toooo! Ha ha! Eelynn "bao liu". haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7018956343104696870?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7018956343104696870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7018956343104696870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7018956343104696870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7018956343104696870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/hooootttt.html' title='HOOOOTTTT'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1985338641538523932</id><published>2008-07-11T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:18.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Swallow-Able Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;No You Hang Up by Shayne Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="245" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/TYaam8IfY-/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/TYaam8IfY-/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHcZTd0kbdI/AAAAAAAAAig/7Vxan-pLkCw/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHcZTd0kbdI/AAAAAAAAAig/7Vxan-pLkCw/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670115172707794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHcaEVOXFGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Lz2OWIoVVAk/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHcaEVOXFGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Lz2OWIoVVAk/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221670954678555746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguinic penguin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood:yucky day&lt;br /&gt;random: My butt is flowering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the day, we're in the hall, listening to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Brands Chicken Essence&lt;/span&gt;. Had fun playing the games they taught us. It's so fun! After that, we gotta try the sample of it. And oh my god, I didn't drink finish also. I drank a little bit and i stopped drinking. The taste was like soy sauce. Even soy sauce is better that that sample. With the help of Thasha, i threw it away. Yuck. Even other people said it's so yucky and a girl drank more than 3 bottles of it. Crazy. Maybe they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening that chicken essence and drink that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UN-swallow-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sample, the next programme was given by Puan Chee and Puan Gan. Guess what is the programme about? Teaching us how to go to the 'Score A' programme in the website. Supposing it's my turn to go to the website at this time, but i forgotten the pin number. Great! Everything is helping me the other way. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't study at all during bm cause teacher came in and was settling her cheer things as the cheer com is coming. But we still talked to her and telling jokes to each other and many many things. Bimbingan period, talked non-stop in the library. Talked for one hour. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheer com, here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1985338641538523932?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1985338641538523932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1985338641538523932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1985338641538523932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1985338641538523932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-swallow-able-day.html' title='Un-Swallow-Able Day'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SHcZTd0kbdI/AAAAAAAAAig/7Vxan-pLkCw/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5161137100095275819</id><published>2008-07-10T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:38:02.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life without electricity.</title><content type='html'>mood: Exhilarated?&lt;br /&gt;random: enough of McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a happy day! Today was the last paper and it's science paper. Hooray! I'm just free from small exams only! :) Okay whatever. Don't wanna blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to bring PE entire but we all thought the science paper is taking over the PE period. So the whole class didn't bring. Miss Ooi came in and wanted us to play table tennis but can't. Instead of playing table tennis, our plan changed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Help-Teachers-Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Help other class and my class to fill their marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even study moral today. Ha ha! Thanks to the Form 4's. They were having exams so we can't make noise. But me, esther, pei sze and joey talked the whole one hour for non-stop.It was fun okay. Didn't really study geography because teacher went out to find Hafezah. I can see that our class teacher is very tired of Hafezah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to kasturi and ate McDonald. I ate french fries and ice cream! :) I think i addicted to McDonald already. During kasturi, I'm so tired during bm and science. My head felt so heavy. But suddenly something made me happy back! History! Haha. I laughed non-stop and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M TIRED OF LAUGHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO IT'S ENOUGH OF LAUGHING FOR ME TODAY. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home. No electricity. Stupid. Wanna go toilet also don't dare. Not enough sunlight. And the whole house was so quiet and only me and my mum at home. Yesterday no electricity for twice but a short period only. But today so long. My mum said from 2pm no electricity. But when my mum called the Tenaga, she said" From 11 am until now on electricity." I was shocked! Did i heard wrong thing or my mum wants to bluff that fellow on the phone. Swt. I was doing my english homework and in the end i had to go out and do. Outside got light. Inside became dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so curious why other house got electricity. So i asked my mum to checked the main box to see if that stupid button jumped. And guess what. It jumped and that's why my house was the only one without electricity. The time was 7.30pm. No use. Had to go tuition. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the cheer preview today. So sad. Can't see. If not, i might go and support on the day. Hehe. I'm waiting for cheer com to come. Another 2 more days and i'm done with that event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who wanna support CBN'S CHEER please wear yellow or green or white! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm very excited to see my school win as best support something something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5161137100095275819?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5161137100095275819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5161137100095275819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5161137100095275819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5161137100095275819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-without-electricity.html' title='My life without electricity.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-335862644077387250</id><published>2008-07-09T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:49:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Week.</title><content type='html'>mood: wee~ EXTRA SUPER DUPER HYPER HAPPY. loll.&lt;br /&gt;random: i slap you, you die straight away. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of exam started so horrible. Exam is gonna start and i put my bag behind. Then suddenly, i felt something on my leg. And i looked at it, i saw a lizard on my leg. I saw the lizard's eyes was staring at me. Yuck! So i shouted and i kicked my leg to the front to get rid of that stupid lizard. When i kicked my leg to the front, Esther was in front of me and i accidentally kicked her. So embarrassing! I saw the lizard flying cause i kicked it away. Esther turned behind and asked me in a laughing tone why i kick her. Oh my god. So embarrassing! Suddenly, I'm the one who shouted in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST NERDY WEEK OF ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I studied so much but not really come out in exams. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird. Wymann sent me a song and it is finished sending. So i went and checked in my received files don't have. And he had to send me again. And again don't have. Ha ha. Wasted his effort. Too bad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanna go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheer com&lt;br /&gt;-smk td iu day&lt;br /&gt;-slack at people's house.&lt;br /&gt;-slack in midvalley&lt;br /&gt;-watch movies&lt;br /&gt;-jogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame right? Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i don't know why i sometimes talked to my dad using mandarin language. And he will replied me in mandarin too. It's like i say 10 words he will say 100 words back to me. My sister was wondering why. I said don't know. Haha. And sometimes talked talked talked, the han yu pin yin all went wrong already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-335862644077387250?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/335862644077387250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=335862644077387250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/335862644077387250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/335862644077387250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/nerdy-week.html' title='Nerdy Week.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-9151638431476882823</id><published>2008-07-06T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:49:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna watch Step Up 2 again! :) I'm too determined to watch it.</title><content type='html'>I watched Step Up 2 after the jogging training. I went for jogging training cause i participated the 4 kilometer walk and so that when i comes back after the walk, i won't get muscle pain or muscle cramps during the walk. I still have a few more weeks to go. I don't know why i felt so excited for the walk and prepared my training schedule. I don't know why I'm so intend to go for the walk. I was so excited day-dreaming about it. Day-dreaming of the look when I'm running, day-dreaming how will it be, day-dreaming i got muscle cramp during the walk and so many stupid dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my computer table. I got so many cuts from the keyboard table. The thing kept on cutting me. Now i got another deeper cut on my leg. Yucks! Although i loved all these kinds of bruises but i don't really like it now. It looks scary with all those cuts on my leg. I got more than 5 cuts on my leg. Luckily all of it is just a slight cut except the deepest cut. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can blog as my exams are tomorrow. I haven't remember the KH things. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I done my history project! :) :) I'm over excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went for jogging just now, i can't run so many times. :( My heart went pumping so fast. Its like gonna get heart attack. My breathing all went wrongly. I saw Herman. LOLL. He was cycling and talking to me. Swt-nyer. No fears! xP  I must go training already! ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I GOT 7A'S FOR PMR ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DID I BRAIN-WASHED YOU ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-9151638431476882823?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/9151638431476882823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=9151638431476882823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/9151638431476882823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/9151638431476882823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-gonna-watch-step-up-2-again-im-too.html' title='I&apos;m gonna watch Step Up 2 again! :) I&apos;m too determined to watch it.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4003057917166681590</id><published>2008-07-06T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:22:29.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grounded'/><title type='text'>grounded for the whole day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I grounded myself in my parents' room yesterday to study science.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not my room?&lt;br /&gt;cause i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my room's condition. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe i shall do that to study kh or history or even all the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4003057917166681590?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4003057917166681590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4003057917166681590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4003057917166681590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4003057917166681590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/grounded-for-whole-day.html' title='grounded for the whole day.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7273171081465382445</id><published>2008-07-04T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye, miss me! :( I will miss my blog a lot! X(</title><content type='html'>mood: bored-ness attracted me again ya.&lt;br /&gt;random: ilysm to the max! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, people! I love you all so much! *oops! Is it too random? Whatever. I had difficulties to talk to Munirah and Yashmeira for teaching them mathematics. Maybe i wasn't a good teacher. But i seriously can fail my mathematics cause i forgotten how to do. Need to do more revision. :(  I know what is Munirah trying to say, but she still stick to her question, "Why must it be like that?"  I explained to them for more than 5 times. I almost surrender! LOL. I was reading the newspaper for fun and suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ee Va, jangan marah tau."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: * nodding my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Kenapa x tu jadi satu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: *explain explain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tapi, kenapa jadi satu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me*explain explain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was repeating. Yashmeira and Munirah asked me. It was them. They asked me that same question for one hour! Until recess time, only let me go. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to arrange the tables and chairs cause we're unlucky. Our '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAMOUS','CLEVER', 'HARDWORKING' and 'QUIET'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was chose for the teachers' speaking test for tomorrow. Other school teachers will be coming to our school for that. My class became an examination hall.  Had spot check. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The probationary prefect confiscated my liquid.&lt;/span&gt; :( It's not mine, it's my sister's one. :( Got one student from 3B brought hand phone and confiscated already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeLynn became &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my song finder.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know one song and i let her listen the chorus part. And she surrender. While i was recording it to her, i was listening to the lyrics and i asked her is it xiaxue and she said yes. Before that, she surrender. Ha ha! Then, she's really good. She introduced me lots of nice songs. And most of them are the ones i was finding quite a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging till my exams are over. Intervensi 3 is just around the corner. I have to study to get nice marks. My marks are getting worst! But maybe i will blog cause i can't resist it. :)  Don't stalk my blog during that period of time, stalkers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing me good luck for my exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wanna go Singapore to visit my dearest cousins. I miss them so much. They almost can come to Malaysia due to their one month mid-year school holidays. But don't know what happen, then they can't make it. My cousin kept on asking me to come up to Singapore. But i have to decline her invitation cause PMR is coming and i need to prepare. Sorry! I promise i will come to Singapore after my big exam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most wanted place to go: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sentosa Island, Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3xu3ixBjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0fgBy2X2Ld4/s1600-h/singapore-aatractions-sentosa-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3xu3ixBjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0fgBy2X2Ld4/s320/singapore-aatractions-sentosa-island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219093330678318642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From google. xD the sentosa island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the beach isn't as pretty as the Bondi Beach that i visited in Australia, but i still wanna go. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I missed Bondi Beach a lot. And all those "mat salleh." :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3ySNQttcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rkx4ZNTmsJs/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3ySNQttcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rkx4ZNTmsJs/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219093937803605442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bondi Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look! They even have a beach volleyball game. Not like Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is apart from the Bondi Beach. It's quite long but still the beach is full of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3y2HMZivI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EvQBjKIAFO8/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3y2HMZivI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EvQBjKIAFO8/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219094554650184434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at the waves. It's like so wavy and thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all! Byee!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do miss me yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7273171081465382445?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7273171081465382445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7273171081465382445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7273171081465382445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7273171081465382445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/mood-bored-ness-attracted-me-again-ya.html' title='Bye bye, miss me! :( I will miss my blog a lot! X('/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SG3xu3ixBjI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0fgBy2X2Ld4/s72-c/singapore-aatractions-sentosa-island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-650524699083385760</id><published>2008-07-02T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:43:55.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacD again please, Too desperate. :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JECE FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: craving for MacD for once again.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dig my eyes out. It's so super itchy. It's like a bug crawling over my eyeballs. I was sitting in front of the mirror and rolling my eyeballs to all directions and analysing my left eye. The more i  analyse it, the more itchy it got. So i just leave it alone. But my hands can't resist and rubbed it. Obviously, it's getting more comfortable for about 1 minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally done my Geography project. I wish there is no rejection when the minute i pass up to teacher. I don't want to be in the circle of all these projects. It is making me insane. Now, i need to finish up my history projects. A few pages left more. At last yea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AT LAST YEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something in my brother's room. It was so random to go into his room. The condition is as usual. To me, no comment and speechless. I found a book called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Chinese Astrology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was reading it randomly. It's quite true. LOL. The graphics are so funny and interesting. I was reading it cause it's funny not believing it 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few days for me to survive in that matter. I know that you wanna bash me up so that you are happy. But if it's worth it, i give you a chance to bash me up. I have a strong feeling that you are gonna do that. But i don't believe. Now, there's gonna be one-day-observation. Don't worry. You know when it is. Let our eyes proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy cause i'm not gonna cook today. My brother is gonna cook. So, I'm on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ONE-DAY-HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not mc or whatever. Random holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-650524699083385760?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/650524699083385760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=650524699083385760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/650524699083385760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/650524699083385760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/macd-again-please-too-desperate.html' title='MacD again please, Too desperate. :&apos;('/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2669321235322053324</id><published>2008-07-01T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventhough you got a powerful strength, doesn't mean you can open that freaking door easily. Probably it needs skills. ==''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGoMzG7xuEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eMSMWQxP5ls/s1600-h/beach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGoMzG7xuEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eMSMWQxP5ls/s320/beach7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217997190436337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: effing effing _____.&lt;br /&gt;random: craving for MacD(french fries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish came true. People, careful for what you wishing in your mind or anywhere. I thought having headache was fun and felt nothing. Today, my wish seriously came true after how many years. I had my headache for so many hours. The whole school hours having headache. But morning was the worst. Something just forced the pain on my head and the side of the head. I hate it! Don't you think it's fun. Now, i don't think headache is fun. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Headache is the worst pain. Headache ain't fun anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Injection also not that pain after poking by the injection for about 5 times constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NO STRESS FREE FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My projects had been bugging me for so many weeks cause there's a lot of mistakes and all those teacher's rejection. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;STOP BUGGING ME, PROJECTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I shall love you more when there are more projects to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had KH(B). Our group 1 teacher absent so we combined with the group 2. We have to go to the ERT room. I was in the class packing my bag and all those stuffs. Then, Suhaily just closed the door. And i quickly ran to the door to open it back. I used &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MY-FULL-STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to open back that stupid door. I was banging the door for so many times. Then, joey helped me out with that freaking door. She said some magic words before she opened the door. LOL. SO unfair! She just say 2 words and the door can opened back. Yuck! I hate that door. xD Maybe i got face problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to skip all the extra-curricular activites. It is making me exhaust and tired. But everyone was just caring about the extra-curricular marks. Whenever i want to skip, they sure tell me but the attendance got marks. I just tel them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Whatever lah. I don't need all those marks!"&lt;/span&gt; Sick of telling them whenever i skip the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving during kasturi. Lol. I didn't had my lunch. Then, wanted to go out and buy some food when the first break. I didn't went. LOL. Never mind! So, i went to 7-11 during second break. And bought the sausage bread. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh-My-Mama.&lt;/span&gt; It tasted "thumb down". I was trying to swallow that food into my throat. It cost me RM1.40 for that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONE EVIL SAUSAGE BREAD.&lt;/span&gt; ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, peeps! BM tuition is coming. Here i come, BM tuition! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2669321235322053324?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2669321235322053324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2669321235322053324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2669321235322053324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2669321235322053324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/07/eventhough-you-got-powerful-strength.html' title='Eventhough you got a powerful strength, doesn&apos;t mean you can open that freaking door easily. Probably it needs skills. ==&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGoMzG7xuEI/AAAAAAAAAiA/eMSMWQxP5ls/s72-c/beach7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2246757782722213802</id><published>2008-06-30T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:19.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't underestimate this photo.</title><content type='html'>Now, i know why i can't open my effing mouth. Cause there's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ULSERRRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( This gonna make me cryyyyyy! My mouthhhhh! I can't talk properly!! YUCKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGi5ppLELyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/drv-4zXbLhM/s1600-h/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGi5ppLELyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/drv-4zXbLhM/s320/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217624293386759970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGi1Gc5GB9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/EaPAX6Ma1BU/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGi1Gc5GB9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/EaPAX6Ma1BU/s320/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217619290748225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2246757782722213802?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2246757782722213802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2246757782722213802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2246757782722213802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2246757782722213802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-underestimate-this-photo.html' title='Don&apos;t underestimate this photo.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGi5ppLELyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/drv-4zXbLhM/s72-c/love-you-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1856937877007304782</id><published>2008-06-30T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:03:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running the 100km non-stop was just to kill the sadness.</title><content type='html'>mood: unhappy&lt;br /&gt;random: one word: unhappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate KGT. I wanna kill KGT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate KGT!I hate KGT!I hate KGT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to do KGT although i have to pass up tomorrow. It's frustrating people. And i need help with it. I'm totally stuck with it. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes felt so itchy. I feel like "korek" it. It made me uncomfortable. It's red already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my day, i can't opened my mouth properly. Like last time. Until now also cannot open properly. Cause i didn't drink enough of water. Ha ha. Tapi saya masih degil tak mahu minum air banyak-banyak. Nanti perutku macam belon. Nak terapung tapi tak nak. Nak tenggelam tapi tak nak. Ajarlah aku ini. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with a lot of people so that i can re-happy again. I don't wanna think about the thing anymore. Cause it takes a lot of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RE-HAPPY ME BACKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE-HAPPY ME BACKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can run 10000000 miles non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I did that just to kill away my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I did everything just to get you away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally agreeing with my cousin's (tasmin) display name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sadness is a beautiful loneliness that's tragical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1856937877007304782?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1856937877007304782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1856937877007304782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1856937877007304782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1856937877007304782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-100km-non-stop-was-just-to-kill.html' title='Running the 100km non-stop was just to kill the sadness.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7198347541327097005</id><published>2008-06-29T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:20:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superb Sunday as a Family Day</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Okay. I got a lot of things to say. Ha ha. As usual right? Let me start with my my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I'm blogging and at the same time I'm watching Kungfu Panda with my family except my brother. Oh my god. Oh my god. Unbelievable. Sorry esther! I'm watching it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm the earliest to wake up after the 13 hours of sleep. Ha ha. Be proud of me! I can't believed it cause it happened rarely. I woke up and washed my face and studied science in the living room. My sister is still sleeping in the room and i can't used the room. I with the "famous" name, liew ee va, will make a lot of disturbance to her. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad woke everyone up cause supposed to go to Port Dickson to visit grandmother. Went to Imbi Road to eat breakfast. It was terrible! Yuck! Then, went straight away to Port Dickson. Had headache during the trip cause i was reading science in the car. Normal. Then, got boring and read newspaper. Nothing to read. I hate reading newspaper cause it's full of politics. I hate politics. Politics are chaos to me. But one of the part of the newspaper caught my eyes which is the "Thelma". I named it "Thelma." Then, reached Port Dickson. Nothing much for once again. Didn't get to visit the beach. Left Port Dickson around 3 something. Slept during the trip back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Family Day began. I was doing my project and watching the beginning of the Kungfu Panda. But i saw the weather was just nice. So, i didn't continued watching Kungfu Panda and helped my mum out in the gardening. And had lots of fun. I planted a lot of babies. Babies of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DARREN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;KHOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CHEEN&lt;/span&gt; ZHANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Big Bullier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, he is a Macho Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No photos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your sweet 15th birthday happy.&lt;br /&gt;between spread your sickness to everyone in the world as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;don't get well soon too.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7198347541327097005?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7198347541327097005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7198347541327097005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7198347541327097005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7198347541327097005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/superb-sunday-as-family-day.html' title='Superb Sunday as a Family Day'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7780680486650364708</id><published>2008-06-28T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:55:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emosi anda sedang tenteram ke?</title><content type='html'>mood: bored + blurring   &lt;br /&gt;random: Everything gonna be okay, don't think about it, look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 13 hours. Believe it? I also don't know why. On the way back home after fetching my sister and mum, i fell asleep in the car and when my dad woke me up, i can't even open my eyes and my whole head was so heavy as if someone put a heavy force on my head. The moment i reached home, i went to my room and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied Science the whole day. Is my aspiration is to be a scientist or a professor? Don't think about it. I'm gonna be nerd. Tried to remember the nutrition part. Lol. So difficult to remember. Will brains burst off? *Wondering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so scared plus weird plus full of curiousity. Cause my sister bought me a lolipop and MnM chocolate for me. Normally she won't buy me a single thing when she went out with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went to watch kungfu panda with esther as my brother bought me KungFu Panda pirated dvd. I'm thinking where did my brother bought the dvd. Is it in Ipoh or KL? Out of nowhere and in a sudden, everyone so good buy me things. Ohmymama. May i shout even louder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OHMYMAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oops! I just did. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: jie, why you so good buy me sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: give me the sweets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: (quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i very curious leh. tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7780680486650364708?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7780680486650364708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7780680486650364708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7780680486650364708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7780680486650364708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/emosi-anda-sedang-tenteram-ke.html' title='Emosi anda sedang tenteram ke?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8069163084297804545</id><published>2008-06-27T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:56:55.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate KungFu Panda :'(</title><content type='html'>mood: happy happy happy!~&lt;br /&gt;random: i love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation camp the whole day! Weeee~ Didn't study the whole day. We had fun. Played games and watched video clips. The video clips were so funny. Laughed for the first session. The second session was all about motivating yourselves. So, it's quite boring. Oh ya! Esther is a real ant killer. She kills ants. She killed the ant nevermind, but she sticked a tape on it. Evil right? She's gonna be Mr. Hyde. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go to esther's house to watch KungFu Panda and slacking at her place and watch other dvds. But i don't feel like going out tomorrow. Even SJI's IU day i'm not going. See. I'm not an active interactor. Lazy to go and i didn't tell my dad about it yet. And definitely the answer is gonna be NO. Dahlah there got so many of my brother's juniors. Tak mau pergi lagi bagus. Ha ha! I shall be a good girl stay at home, study as intervensi 3 is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, I'm so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPERATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for KungFu Panda. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPERATE KUNGFU PANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M LOVING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;puchak, mali pili puchak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;puchak, mali pili puchakk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;my random song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8069163084297804545?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8069163084297804545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8069163084297804545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8069163084297804545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8069163084297804545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/desperate-kungfu-panda.html' title='Desperate KungFu Panda :&apos;('/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1913763356752478717</id><published>2008-06-26T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing the childhood times.</title><content type='html'>The SuperMario Gay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGN3Wnjx16I/AAAAAAAAAho/szgMYJIay-0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGN3Wnjx16I/AAAAAAAAAho/szgMYJIay-0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216144023885043618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: happy happy all the way.&lt;br /&gt;random: I'll be my own. You be your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing to school everyday. I don't know why too. :) Is it my problem? Who cares. We got 2 presentations today. Moral and Geography. But we didn't do geography cause not enough time. Moral was okay. Went quite smoothly. Our moral class has turned into music class. We sang patriotic songs. Sang so loud. Had fun during singing. We loved singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Low seriously saved my day! I brought my PE T-shirt but i didn't bring PE track bottom. I forgotten. Serious. I was so scared for PE cause of my PE track bottom. When English period, Mr. Low suddenly said later he replace Miss Ooi. My eyes went big. My heart began to be shining brightly. My mind was dancing around. I was like really? And that's how Mr. Low saved my day. Ha ha. But i don't like him okay. Don't think the other side. Every side has difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGN3Gi70OrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tgpay_TZZbM/s1600-h/superman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGN3Gi70OrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tgpay_TZZbM/s320/superman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216143747765779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Mr. Low looks like this?&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After school, as usual, kasturi. Had fun walking and stopping in a sudden mode. Ha ha. Running all the way to tuition. That's fun! At that time, i began to remember my childhood times. It's fun! Forever fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No food for dinner! Congrats me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1913763356752478717?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1913763356752478717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1913763356752478717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1913763356752478717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1913763356752478717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/cherishing-childhood-times.html' title='Cherishing the childhood times.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SGN3Wnjx16I/AAAAAAAAAho/szgMYJIay-0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1475462673493094566</id><published>2008-06-25T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:35:29.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hang my eyes with a hanger? Or with a hoop? Or with a toothpick? I'm not that INSANE!</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, i seriously a bit frustrated with my geography teacher. She didn't say those information for geography project, and she told us that she did. Early early, don't want us to do a little bit by a little bit. And now, we are rushing like we've been chasing by the police for so many days. Eat more nuts please to recall back. Who help us during we need help in the project as we are in a frustrated mood? Of course not her. It's Puan Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't start with a hello cause i wanna burst everything. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my brother is off to Penang.I'm so happy! I will never see him until Friday. God, please make the time move slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna shoo me off from the computer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna nag at me to stop playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; my dad &amp;amp; mum.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna disturb me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; my dad &amp;amp; mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my brother came back, i don't have computer to do my project as he's going to give me a reason that he's not at home and didn't play computer for so long. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I already starting to remember all his skripts. :)&lt;/span&gt; Cause it's standard. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, officially on tuesday and thursday i'm the busiest person in my family. I goes to school in the morning, comes back at 5pm and go for tuition at 8pm. I'm in and out for so many times. I'm bored with in and out from the car and my house gate. Even my dad says so. Can't blame everyone cause i want it to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while in bm tuition, my eyes was half-opened and half-closed. How? How? How? What did i do? Did i wash my face? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As if i have the habit to wash my face whenever i'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt; What i did was hanging my eyes half opened and half closed. :) But i don't know why, after that reached home, i was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersemangat&lt;/span&gt; and later fell asleep. Don't say me weird cause &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously, my eyes are hanging again. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1475462673493094566?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1475462673493094566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1475462673493094566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1475462673493094566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1475462673493094566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hang-my-eyes-with-hanger-or-with-hoop.html' title='I hang my eyes with a hanger? Or with a hoop? Or with a toothpick? I&apos;m not that INSANE!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-6941412405526188834</id><published>2008-06-23T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我 爱 熊 猫.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF9o7_stUyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BhTtUBOeoMM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF9o7_stUyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BhTtUBOeoMM/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215002273438847778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: normal + relaxing&lt;br /&gt;random: I plastered my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything nearly fell apart. Once again, i nearly late for school again.This time, not my fault. My mum was packing the living room. And 7.00 am, everyone hoped into the car and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GO GO GO&lt;/span&gt;. I thought i will be late but didn't. Once i went in the hall, in the process of sitting on the floor, "Kringgggg." , the bell rang and i took the storybook out. Clipped my hair up, continue faking reading. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had moral. And we totally forgot about the assignment. Joey went and told teacher the fake reason. Ha ha! I done my art. And i showed it to the teacher. I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17/20.&lt;/span&gt; Weee~ So happy. I thought i will fail cause this teacher very stingy in giving marks. Next time i show you my pieces of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had english. Mr. Low told us that he will pick 2 person for performing their oral test to panitia teacher. I was praying and mumbled&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" Don't choose me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And what i prayed for seriously became reality. Mr. Low didn't chose me. The two students were Emy and Athirah. Congrats! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading "Kira-kira" and "Breaking Up." Borrowed this two books from Ling Yean. Thanks! Kira-kira was seriously sad. I cried. I was in my room but the more i read the more i get the eerie feelings. So i went to the living room. I cried secretly when my dad was reading the newspaper, my sister was playing computer, my mum was watching the television and me secretly lying on the sofa crying. Ha ha! I can finished the book in about 3 or 4 days. But everything needs time including doing my homework and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 爱 熊 猫.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-6941412405526188834?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/6941412405526188834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=6941412405526188834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6941412405526188834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6941412405526188834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='我 爱 熊 猫.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF9o7_stUyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/BhTtUBOeoMM/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2717176372817065957</id><published>2008-06-22T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:20.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My forehead says, "Liew Ee Va is very busy right now."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wish i can be monkey again swinging there and be under the sun for around 3 or 4 hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Too bad. My dad don't let. Cause I will be dark when i came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF4M-sOluoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2CNSTAJx07Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF4M-sOluoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2CNSTAJx07Q/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214619689705388674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: happy as ever&lt;br /&gt;random: Mr. Zenn, i need help. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! Anything will do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shopping day and family day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :) We went to Kuchai Lama to eat dim sum. My sister paid for the breakfast. My dad kept on ordering the muscle. Ordered until 3 or 4 plates. Then, wanted to order another one but finish liao. My sister said luckily, if not i broke. We went without my brother cause his college got Open Day. So left him out. I think he must had fun now with his happy friends. Ha ha! After so many plates, my dad said " sek mm bao(not enough)." My sister was talking to my mum. I asked my dad to talk louder and he did. My sister  said order la. Say until I'm gonna brokeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shopping time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to 1 Utama as my sister need to meet her friend but her friend cancelled it. My mum came down and dressed so nice. I was telling my mum that we are not going. We all laughed. My mum went and changed again. But we went to Central. I hunted for a mug. A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mickey Mouse mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have my own cup! Weeeehoooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back. Did my art. I wish Mr. Zenn was here. Not my bf okay. He is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ex-art teacher&lt;/span&gt;. If he was here, maybe he could guide me how to finish up. Now, I'm stuck. Half way stuck. Too bad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Who ask me to quit art lessons?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Myself. I have to.&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Zenn angry very quick. Of course i scared of him. But i preferred Mr. Lim. But too bad, he has to change job. :( Miss Mr. Lim and one of the student. But i don't know the student's name. He came to me and tell me jokes. He made me cry once. And he scared already. Ha ha. I seriously have fun during art lessons. I wish i can go back. But not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that if i got extra-curriculum, i stayed back the whole week. Wow. Interesting. I wish i got a lot of tuition and packed my day like my life during Standard 6. Monday to Friday got tuition. But now, time has changed. I need more tuition so that i won't be blogging here until i stalked my blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;almost able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch KungFu Panda. But didn't went. Yesterday night, i kept on nagging at my mum to bring me watch KungFu Panda and come and watch with me. But today, my sister's plan to go 1Utama has cancelled. So sad. Just a little bit more and i can watch happily. But I'm also happy that i didn't went and watched Kungfu Panda cause I'm really busy. I got a lot of homework and projects to do. Suddenly, in one view, i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;three projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do. I couldn't blame anyone as i know I'm a PMR student. So, i could have already expected I'm gonna be busy and the teachers already told us about it. This is all fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF4KVUygQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/HtDzMCizmsY/s1600-h/32937099.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF4KVUygQ-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/HtDzMCizmsY/s320/32937099.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214616780015682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna go to school like that. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2717176372817065957?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2717176372817065957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2717176372817065957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2717176372817065957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2717176372817065957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-forehead-says-liew-ee-va-is-very.html' title='My forehead says, &quot;Liew Ee Va is very busy right now.&quot;'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SF4M-sOluoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2CNSTAJx07Q/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-203529478095759972</id><published>2008-06-21T17:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:20.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFzIDX3SsiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dk4OKf_o1W0/s1600-h/001%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFzIDX3SsiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dk4OKf_o1W0/s320/001%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214262428859281954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: happy happy freedom freedom.&lt;br /&gt;random: my brain is full of mosaic images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are mosaics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mosaics are shit. (dumb answer)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaics are the art of creating images with small pieces of coloured glass, stone or other material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day doing mosaics. Helped my aunty to do it. It was fun. But quite tiring cause the mosaics are so small. Now my brain is stuck with mosaic images. Weewowwow. My hands got the cutex smell. Yucks. I had MacD for lunch. Ha ha! Of course i didn't order big mac. But i can't believe that this year i ate a lot of MacD. I didn't tell my mum about it. If not, she won't let me go out anymore. And at that time, i'm gonna be grounded indirectly. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is so NOT GONNA HAPPEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFzEsjf9o_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/NkJvc5-VOhw/s1600-h/mosaics+trivit+dragonfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFzEsjf9o_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/NkJvc5-VOhw/s320/mosaics+trivit+dragonfly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214258738310783986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously very short? Serious? Mygod! Please tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-203529478095759972?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/203529478095759972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=203529478095759972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/203529478095759972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/203529478095759972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/mosaic-brain.html' title='Mosaic Brain'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFzIDX3SsiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/dk4OKf_o1W0/s72-c/001%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7604704403079328195</id><published>2008-06-20T16:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working up working up. stressing out stressing out. birthday out birthday out. :D</title><content type='html'>Our legs work together whenever it comes to everything.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt0Og_npbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/prupTkzysUQ/s1600-h/Artistic+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt0Og_npbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/prupTkzysUQ/s320/Artistic+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213888786335245746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFtzzUzCCBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uK4Eu0s-F6c/s1600-h/artistic18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFtzzUzCCBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uK4Eu0s-F6c/s320/artistic18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213888319204755474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness of our memorable place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFtzoFkt56I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lfHpVyiV5-M/s1600-h/1_mflynn_Artistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFtzoFkt56I/AAAAAAAAAfE/lfHpVyiV5-M/s320/1_mflynn_Artistic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213888126139623330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: happy as ever and tired as ever.&lt;br /&gt;random: liew ee va is not liew ee va &amp;amp; liew ee va is liew ee va. lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooolalalala~ I'm so happy. Cause this is the onehundredandfortynine post. Unbelievable. I stalk my blog a lot. Seratusempatpuluhsembilan. Ohhhhhlalalalala~ Yatbakseisapkau. Okay enough of that. Later you all have to read that stupid thing so long. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly randomly uploaded all the artistic photos. I loved all of it. I wish i can be that good in photography. It's so alive. Mine was totally rubbish and lifeless. Yah. I know. Total disaster. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day we didn't really study. Cause today almost all is not important subjects. Weehoo~ Had real fun talking the whole day. Do you know that talking need energy? Almost the end of school, i was trying to sleep in the library but can't cause everyone's talking and when teacher comes in, I'm doom. Ha ha! I tried. I was sleeping and suddenly got someone opening the door. I quickly wake up and open my storybook. It was Ala. Thanks for waking me up! And after that we did some talking. And rewinding the past especially our CBN Carnival Day 2007. We did maze. Was such a fun. We threw flour and water to the players. But who cares, they should know what will happen in the maze. Sorry Pei sze. Although you just joined CBN this year but don't worry we will rewind the pasts we had fun with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be totally disaster. There was a girl named A, who sits next to me for three years. A is a she. She's my talking partner. Not even that. She is my secret partner too. She is a smartie. Not smarties yea. She's not a chocolate. LOL. She is also my singing partner although she has a disaster singing partner who sits next to her. And what will happen today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please be patient while waiting for the page to be load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;WONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; YEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;AILEEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today is her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SWEET FIFTEEN BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MY SECRET PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;she is older than me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt7XjRi3pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7lOhlz2TNM4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt7XjRi3pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7lOhlz2TNM4/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213896638147518098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt7Fua-zEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QbQBWwO6dOg/s1600-h/kekeke%2B007%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt7Fua-zEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QbQBWwO6dOg/s320/kekeke%2B007%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213896331902241858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastered my mouth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt6aRurTEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/w-qZVkGNQrI/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt6aRurTEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/w-qZVkGNQrI/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213895585465846850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt6Iia5UqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lcT7H-X-hpw/s1600-h/1_674948576l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt6Iia5UqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lcT7H-X-hpw/s320/1_674948576l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213895280708637346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7604704403079328195?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7604704403079328195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7604704403079328195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7604704403079328195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7604704403079328195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-up-working-up-stressing-out.html' title='working up working up. stressing out stressing out. birthday out birthday out. :D'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFt0Og_npbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/prupTkzysUQ/s72-c/Artistic+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7918954603328551501</id><published>2008-06-19T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your stuffs are NOT mine. I don't wanna know your stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFo_8_n0S7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/aGLOtglJ4yc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFo_8_n0S7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/aGLOtglJ4yc/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213549835737910194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: frustrated       and emo.&lt;br /&gt;random: Go away. I don't need your reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Is it so hard to tell you something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Is it so frustrating talking to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Is it whatever i do must related to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Is it things will change if you help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Will there be any differences if you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything trying to mess around with me. Even projects and homework. Will i be stress of my projects and homework? No answer. Cause i won't get any answers out there. My mood was so easy to change. Suddenly was so happy then i turned into a black devil and sometimes turned into a stare-er. Don't ask me why. I don't know. Don't try to thing that I'm having PMS (pre- menstruation syndrome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually my day was off a little bit in the morning. I was almost late for school. My brother had stomach ache and that stupid traffic light was red for so long. And i seriously late. That made me angry. Reached school. My mum was like going nearer and nearer to my school just because i'm late. Idiot. Cars are not allowed to drive in after 6.50 am. Of course i get mad. Cause I'm the one who's gonna get offence. While i walked up, I was mumbling and mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, we watched the performances for Hari Anugerah Cemerlang in the hall. Enjoyed so much. And was completing my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Chinese-Exercise-Made-By-Myself.&lt;/span&gt; I'm starting to forget how to write as i didn't learn back after 4 years. But i know how to write my name of course. That's the first exercise that i learnt when i first had my Chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, walked down to kasturi. Whoa! Was a blast! Had asam laksa for my lunch. In kasturi, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i became a giraffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. I had to stretch my neck as high as i can. Cause the guy sat in front me was so tall! Seriously. With those spiky hair. But don't worry he is not handsome. My goodness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I go right, he go right. I go left, he go left.&lt;/span&gt; Wasn't so angry at that person during bm and science. Sejarah time, he kept moving left and right. Of course he went left i went right. He went right i went left. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Was he trying to play hide and seek with me? Or was he just wanna make me angry? Or was he trying to train me to be a giraffe?&lt;/span&gt; Ask him! I don't know too. And didn't bother to know. I only know I'm not gonna play catching with him. I kept playing with my spectacles. I covered my face and breathe out. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously going to be an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OLD WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I kept forgetting things. Especially tuition. I forgotten that today i don't have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life. I'm starting to hate everyone. It's like they are so annoying and so mean. I can just be mean to them but in a joking way. They are like bothering my life forever. These days, i was being alone sometimes. But i hate it. Everyone thought someone made me angry or what. I'm emo-ing like hell man! I hate it. Everything starting to change. I can just forget about my friends and just think about him. Is he my biggest passion in my life? I don't know. No answer at all! I'm not concentrating at all. I don't bother my homework. I don't bother my projects. I lost all my initiative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7918954603328551501?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7918954603328551501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7918954603328551501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7918954603328551501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7918954603328551501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-stuffs-are-not-mine-i-dont-wanna.html' title='Your stuffs are NOT mine. I don&apos;t wanna know your stuffs.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFo_8_n0S7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/aGLOtglJ4yc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1737023152231085130</id><published>2008-06-18T15:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:22.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did my eyes in tears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved this photo. Sisterly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFjFUgTUJdI/AAAAAAAAAes/JBvz4jVkJ_o/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFjFUgTUJdI/AAAAAAAAAes/JBvz4jVkJ_o/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213133524740351442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: randoming?&lt;br /&gt;random: give me a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello stalker? Hello humans! I'm gonna crap crap crap crap crap again! :D As usual yea. I got a lot of things to burst. Everyday also got loads of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't blog about yesterday cause i seriously busy with my geography projects. I haven't finish my gepgraphy project yet and another project which is history came to me. Sick! Did i ask the history to come back to me? No. I didn't. The teacher asked me to redo some of it cause a bit out. So, okay lo. Then, she was like where's fathi. I haven't answer finish, she went and ask other things. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had science. We did experiments. No gas leakage this time. Ha ha! If not, my class will be famous in the newspaper for starting the fire. Ha ha. All together got 4 experiments that need heating. Munirah, my science partner was heating the mixture of magnesium powder + sulphur powder and aluminium powder + sulphur powder. So, both also no reaction and i asked Munirah to give me heat the mixture of zinc powder + sulphur powder and copper powder + sulphur powder. So, she let me. I was heating the those two and suddenly got reaction. It exploded! Whoa! Shocked my life out. I was holding the test tube with the test tube holder. And seriously got fire came out and got a pop sound! Frghten me! Munirah said " Tengok! Saya pegang dua test tube tadi tu tak de apa-apa. You pegang ada benda." I was like speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, did experiment again. But different one of course. This time i was holding the thing to hear and suddenly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;POP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What sound was that? Suleha, my science partner's hand was so itchy and went to take out the test tube's cork. I was heating and Munirah thought the thing got reaction. Everyone also thought. But is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, my eyes was bursting into tears. It kept crying. Lol. Not crying. My eyes was full of water like that. Especially my left eye. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Insane-ness eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Retarded eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1737023152231085130?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1737023152231085130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1737023152231085130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1737023152231085130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1737023152231085130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-my-eyes-in-tears.html' title='did my eyes in tears?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFjFUgTUJdI/AAAAAAAAAes/JBvz4jVkJ_o/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4915322994520049818</id><published>2008-06-16T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:55:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did my forehead tell you something?</title><content type='html'>mood: stress&lt;br /&gt;random: did my forehead wrote i got a lot of homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! People! People! I got a lot of crap to tell. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Are you all full of curiousity? No, dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Enough of crapness here. I know my blog is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FULL OF CRAPNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But blame who? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LIEW EE VA?&lt;/span&gt;  Ya right, just because she's the owner and can blame her lah. Crapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My macho partner, Esther Wong Yen Yen didn't came to school. Don't ask me why although i know the reason. Ask her better! So officially, annoucing she skipped school and flew to Pulau Kapas. Yah. She's having a holidays back. But today, she's coming back. So, i as her macha partner still wanna say that she ponteng. Ha ha! Bursting all her secrets! *Evil laughter* She very bad right? Didn't bring her macha partner along. Blame her! Ha ha! I will guarantee you all that when she reads this, she's gonna give me a big smack on my face or my shoulder or my hand. Imagining her reaction and her speed of smackness and the painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, i skipped my oral test for more than 15 times. Heehee! I thought wanna skipped 10 times only, but with all the sudden events, so more than that. Haha! But i'm so sad that i can't continue this Skipping-Oral-Test anymore. Mr. Low was reminding me and i was smiling. So today, grabbed my paper and walked to the front and present it! I was moving my legs. It was so scared with the teacher's staring. I can feel my heart wanna come out. Boink.. boink.. boink..&lt;br /&gt;At last, done! finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW I'M ANNOUNCING THAT LIEW EE VA HAS DONE HER ORAL TEST OFFICIALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3a and 1b for it. The "b" is because i hold the paper and read. But my eye still went up and down. Nevermind. Unexpected results. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for interact. Today, they announced the post 2008/2009. I didn't get any post. Although i'm quite sad about it but i felt happy at the same time. Cause i won't have another thing to stress and i can live with my life right now with peace. JUST GIVE ME A BETTER LIFE. But i just wished that i can just help out during the iu day cause this year i didn't do anything and was like an idiot only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4915322994520049818?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4915322994520049818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4915322994520049818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4915322994520049818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4915322994520049818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-my-forehead-tell-you-something.html' title='did my forehead tell you something?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3839133251183390105</id><published>2008-06-14T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:58:28.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copycats'/><title type='text'>Get Lost, Thank You.</title><content type='html'>Stop copying you bastard. I'm being mean to you right now. Don't act stupid okay. I don't wanna mention your name cause you are meaningless to me! Idiot, get out of my life okay. I do anything it's none of your business. You are fool. I ain't fooled by you. Do you know how to spell the word "copy"? Do i need to spell it out for you? I don't think i should spell it for you cause i ain't care about you. You copy me everytime, you thought i don't know. Even your friends say you okay and i saw it with MY BIG TWO EYES! Sicko, just get out of my life. You ain't my friend anymore cause i don't treat you as a friend. Everyone can copy but please don't be so obvious. You are following my every word okay. I know my words are not so fantastic, my handwriting not fabulous, my actions are not so great. So, would you just stop it lah, for my godsake! Make people's life feel with hatred that comes from you people. Yah. I saying about YOU! Open your eyes and look lah. So like to copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3839133251183390105?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3839133251183390105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3839133251183390105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3839133251183390105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3839133251183390105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-lost-thank-you.html' title='Get Lost, Thank You.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8111868901633745180</id><published>2008-06-14T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:22.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane morning's wake up calls.</title><content type='html'>mood: normal normal normal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;normal-ity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;random: liew ee va liew ee va liew ee va liew ee va liew ee va = lieweeva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNELAeB-8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/9WiZOE4FpLc/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNELAeB-8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/9WiZOE4FpLc/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211584149693004738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNChCnrOHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RqbtMdI7t50/s1600-h/006+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNChCnrOHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RqbtMdI7t50/s320/006+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211582329204193394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"zao an!"&lt;/span&gt; Weirdos of the world, good morning! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Zhou san!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was Teacher's Day. Didn't study the whole day. This year all the performances okay only. I prefer last year's wan. It's so much better and so big diffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rence. I like the guys' teacher act model, petrina &amp;amp; bridget singing the 'Say it again- Marie Digby.' , the junior prefects' performance and afternoon session teachers' performance. Cheered a lot! So funny especially the guy teachers become model. Whoa! Walked like a female. Just imagine it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For boys, imagine you are doing catwalk. &lt;/span&gt;Ha ha! Hold your laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If i can, i will try and grab the photos from the seniors. Especially from eeyin and felicia and fiona.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, stayed back for training. I loved to do streching! It's fun! Blast it all! But not the dancing part. Cause i don't know how to turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;360 degree while sitting.&lt;/span&gt; Buckle that up and dancing perfect! :) Went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;online online online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;chat chat chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CHATTERBOX CHATTERBOX CHATTERBOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was miracle. I can't believed i slept so early. 10.30 pm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;SHARP SHARP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leh. I was seriously tired. While i watching tv, i was lying on the sofa with my eyes half-opened. He he! My mum was looking at me one kind. I was like smiling then continued with half-opened. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will not talk after i wake up cause my voice seriously cracked! This morning, my sister woke me up cause have to open the door for the maid and wake my dad up and tuition. She was like " EEVAAAAAAAAAAAA~." And i screamed back at her " WHATTTTTTT." I slept back. My sister went and told my mum that i slept back and my mum's turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to wake me up. I screamed back" whatttt!" Then, slept back. I was tired okay. Let me regenerate my energy back please.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! My whole body aching. It must be Eelynn cursed me! She said tomorrow sure will pain wan. I was like serious. I told my dad that i want to buy salonpas and stick it at my whole body. He looked at me then didn't bother me. I was like answer me pleaseeeeeee! =='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNRT0O2fuI/AAAAAAAAAec/pbagnbaTE34/s1600-h/070416_spongebob_vmed_1p.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNRT0O2fuI/AAAAAAAAAec/pbagnbaTE34/s320/070416_spongebob_vmed_1p.widec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598594678095586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terrified Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNRiPtBdNI/AAAAAAAAAek/5Q4MSnSdBGw/s1600-h/Bart_Simpson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNRiPtBdNI/AAAAAAAAAek/5Q4MSnSdBGw/s320/Bart_Simpson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211598842570568914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;(he looks like he's pregnant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tution just now. Bm. I didn't get my satisfaction cause i got a lot of wrongs. Man! I was reading the questions so carefully. And i wrong 9 out of 9 questions. Just imagine how bad it was. I need 100 % satisfaction. My morning was ruined by that thingie. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8111868901633745180?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8111868901633745180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8111868901633745180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8111868901633745180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8111868901633745180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/insane-mornings-wake-up-calls.html' title='insane morning&apos;s wake up calls.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFNELAeB-8I/AAAAAAAAAeU/9WiZOE4FpLc/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4763125141137430471</id><published>2008-06-13T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:23.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix-xy feelings 2</title><content type='html'>Mix-xy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;understand the photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDt55N3RI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OmMoo6yqJY8/s1600-h/max-laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDt55N3RI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OmMoo6yqJY8/s320/max-laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211302174735064338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDhC8KlJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7JHIWOYpT3w/s1600-h/Waa+cry+baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDhC8KlJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7JHIWOYpT3w/s320/Waa+cry+baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301953825051794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDz6OPJcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/br3-qf3NH7Q/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDz6OPJcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/br3-qf3NH7Q/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211302277902443970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDaj00T5I/AAAAAAAAAds/Rv-HmTpQuks/s1600-h/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDaj00T5I/AAAAAAAAAds/Rv-HmTpQuks/s320/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301842393517970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4763125141137430471?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4763125141137430471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4763125141137430471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4763125141137430471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4763125141137430471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/mix-xy-feelings-2.html' title='Mix-xy feelings 2'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SFJDt55N3RI/AAAAAAAAAd8/OmMoo6yqJY8/s72-c/max-laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1976712850013579557</id><published>2008-06-12T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:40:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this slacker loves to talk to her mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mood: super duper extreme exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;random: I'm full of homework and projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, peeps! Probationary prefects had performed their logos. So, everything they need is our votes. Eventually, this voting session is seriously so serious and quiet. We were given a talk on how to vote them. We can't crossed until the name can't see. We must cross until the line of the box with a pencil. Puan Nancy said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"For real Pilihan Raya, we need to use pencil to cross."&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was like "eh, we haven't reach 21 years old yet okay. So don't need to follow the real rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after assembly, the prefects asked us to go to the hall for voting. The hall was completely silence okay. Not a single sound except footsteps. I only voted around 13 as the maximum was 20. I don't know all those people and forgotten, so didn't voted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't went for bimbingan and moral cause miss ooi asked me, esther and joey for help to decorate the board. Man! It was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISASTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The board was full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIZARDS' SHIT!&lt;/span&gt; Yuck! Of course we are not dumb, we didn't used our hands. We used the sweeper. A lot of insects. Including lizard. I was helping joey the board and suddenly i saw the lizard. And with my big reaction, i moved away so quickly that joey shouted. Cause she thought got what. I didn't shout but my reaction was so big, got shocked! Swt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we went off as we did that thing for one hour. We felt so tired and went back class. Geography period. Whoa! Supposedly we need to hand up a little by a little of the project. But no one understand the project and she guided us. Now, i can start my work but during weekends. Ha ha! I just found out something. I will like talk to my mind after people talking to me. And it happened repeatly. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went kasturi. While walking there, we had fun! Ha ha. Joey and esther purposely stopped while walking. Its like sudden brake! So i couldn't brake and i hit their bags. LOL. So, i ran and cut them. And I'm in front of them. I always did that to them and they did it back to me. :D Had fun. As usual. Don't know what happen to the humans again. The class was crowded. I went to 3a. Mann! There were so many guys leh. Only a few girls. Less than 10 girls. Siao! And a guy sat behind me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;His laughter was so *indescribable* It was so eerie.&lt;/span&gt; Whoa. Whenever he laughed, i moved to the front cause it was so loud and high pitch okay. Just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister kept on telling my mum about the first day of school when school reopen. I woke up and the whole night i can't sleep well. Then, i went to toilet. So, i went back into my room. And i was shivering. My teeth was knocking each other. My sister saw it and i can't help it. Can't control the shivering. And this case kept on ringing in my head. Hope it won't let me dream about it. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! Bye peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1976712850013579557?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1976712850013579557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=1976712850013579557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1976712850013579557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/1976712850013579557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-slacker-loves-to-talk-to-her-mind.html' title='this slacker loves to talk to her mind.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8237323671843410766</id><published>2008-06-11T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:44:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeva is learning staring style.</title><content type='html'>mood: lifeless&lt;br /&gt;random: eeva's voice cracked in the early morning! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, humans! As you all know, school has started. Today was the third day of the second semester. So fast. PMR is coming. But everyone will be stressing over their projects cause the marks affected our PMR results. This situation is so standard for form 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly today was quite fun cause they had the prefect candidates campaign. They will be spreading their logos around the school for the students to ask them to vote. I had fun listening to all the candidates speeches cause they had different styles to present. I was laughing around at a form 4 girl cause when she was giving her speech, she had a lot of hand motions and expression plus her slang was like western slang.I might vote for her. Ha ha! But this year, all those candidates were all those never heard before names. I didn't expected those girls got that chance. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for bm and the teacher's face was so pale. I was asking why she so pale and i forgotten that her father just passed away. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEER UP PUAN ROS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She seriously looks very pale. I guess she only put some make-up on it only. I didn't went for maths. I went to the bengkel to finish up my kerja kayu. I began to love kerja kayu. I don't know why. Maybe because got a lot of screwing and banging. Ha ha! Can release stress? No, dumbo. I finished my kerja kayu at last! So, now i only left the geography project. Seriously, i don't have any idea what is my geography project should be. My class didn't even started yet cause the teacher didn't explained to us what we need and apparently we are lost. Totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my kerja kayu until recess rang. But I did it slowly cause we got one hour recess. So rare. We got one hour recess cause the prefect candidates can asked people to vote them and spread their stickers around. I got one and i sticked it at my name tag. And recess assembly, the teacher said don't stick all those stickers on your name tag. And everyone around me laughed cause i did it. I'm so dumb. The teacher don't let me stick on my name tag but eeva is forever eeva. She will always find another way. I sticked it at my collar. Ha ha! Left and right also got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah period came. We got a new teacher and that's why just because of this teacher, our timetable changed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AS USUAL. COMMON.&lt;/span&gt; Did nothing cause she only left about 5 minutes because the recess hour extended. So, i stared at the band practice which was just outside my class and i was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"band members, louder please. So that my ear doesn't have to get damage to listen to the teacher."&lt;/span&gt; Too bad. It got soft. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so excited for science. We gotta do experiment which needs the bunsen burner. Of course everyone excited so that they can skipped the part where the teacher is nagging at us. Ha ha. I love today's experiment. It was so interesting. Something happened! The teacher went out. Suddenly, everyone smelt &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;gas smell&lt;/span&gt; and said got gas smell. Guess where the gas is from. My table. Lol. Maybe someone accidentally pushed the tap. Woah scared us. Munirah was in my group and she was sitting there. She didn't realised that the gas smell is from her front only. She was like hah! Her reaction was so big cause she don't know what to do and she panicked. Everyone was like pushed it back. I was just next to her with a speechless reaction, staring at the gas tap. Ngong already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, stayed back, went for PBSM. I wanted to go the camp but i know that my dad forever won't let me go camp. But the camp place is so not interesting. The camp place was in my school. Mann! Haven't ask my dad, I also don't want to go lah. It can be so eerie okay. The teacher was nagging and nagging. Luckily there was cheer practice. Everyone's eyes was at the cheer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm not going to buy the cheer supporters t-shirt. It is so ugly. I prefered last year's wan. Even my friend from cheerleading group also said so. So, no offence. Maybe i will go and support but wear back last year's wan. He he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8237323671843410766?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8237323671843410766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8237323671843410766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8237323671843410766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8237323671843410766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeva-is-learning-staring-style.html' title='eeva is learning staring style.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2176571516829145915</id><published>2008-06-10T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:19:30.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIX-XY FEELINGS?</title><content type='html'>mood: sad + happy + lifeless = mix?&lt;br /&gt;random: i can't reached you cause you are so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the plan was cancelled. :( too bad for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;our timetable has changed again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how many times already.&lt;br /&gt;and today, i didn't do my oral test.&lt;br /&gt;ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;got the taklimat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHOAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bengkel, i helped esther to do her kerja kayu cause i didn't bring the spray and can't do mine.she seriously testing my skills to get rid of the tepung penyumbat with the sandpaper cause her kerja kayu got a lot of  edges. but in the end, okay lah. :P we painted our kerja kayu cause not enough time to spray. sorry esther &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chiuyee &amp;amp;&amp;amp; joey! after finishing, i went and washed the brushes as what fathi did last time. then, my whole hand is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause the paint is blue mah. i was so scared it can't get off. i used thinner and washed it off with a cloth btu come out lah. aileen helped me to pour the thinner on to my hand so that faster. i washed my hands with soap and what i found. my hands suddenly so itchy like rashes and esther got it too. but after that nothing liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, walked down. saw darren. lol. he came out in the middle of nowhere. i looked up and i saw him. frighten me. i was taking off the paint from my hands. we talked for a while. his eyes was everywhere. he so tall leh. sobs. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO I LOOK SHORT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i felt so short. LOL.then went off. haaha! normal. then, walked to kasturi. esther went to kings and i walked with joey. and suddenly walked walked walked got a hand tapped on my shoulder. i was like omg! it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;esther.&lt;/span&gt; hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so lifeless when i reached kasturi and my mind was not in my brain. swt. but then, later laughed laughed laughed okay lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2176571516829145915?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2176571516829145915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2176571516829145915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2176571516829145915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2176571516829145915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/mix-xy-feelings.html' title='MIX-XY FEELINGS?'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7092681764675747701</id><published>2008-06-09T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:28:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst performance interview of all in my life!</title><content type='html'>mood: disappointed&lt;br /&gt;random: how can i just forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright. talking the whole day. LOL. talked much with aileen &amp;amp;&amp;amp; esther. during maths, talked with shirley. i was like shirley and said a name. LOL. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, got interact. stayed back. And suddenly, yvonne told us that got interview for next year's post. I was like what, are you kidding.But for this interact interview, i seriously don't have the confidence in myself. I was like tried to answer those questions i know. Mann! This is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUDDEN AND MUST INTERVIEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was interview by 5 seniors who are petrina, jinq yi, hong lian, mae yee and see kit. I am believing myself in future, i don't have any post for interact club. It was the worst performance interview i have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interview seriously NO JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR ONCE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, please make me SICK! i want to be sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7092681764675747701?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7092681764675747701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7092681764675747701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7092681764675747701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7092681764675747701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-performance-interview-of-all-in.html' title='worst performance interview of all in my life!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8990911328149713008</id><published>2008-06-08T14:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please turn me into a sick girl.</title><content type='html'>Hello, humans! I'm seriously bored. Man! I wish I'm out and shopping like a maniac! It has been ages i didn't went and shopped! I wish i can just come back home with 100 shopping bags. Ha ha! That's too crazy. Apparently, i didn't do that. Ha ha! Come on! Who will do that? I'm just thinking way too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuFG7VOV_I/AAAAAAAAAck/ToLqzVSw1X4/s1600-h/shopaholics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuFG7VOV_I/AAAAAAAAAck/ToLqzVSw1X4/s320/shopaholics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209403748036532210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! My sore throat is getting worst! I can't help it! But I'm quite happy that i have a sore throat so that tomorrow i don't need to go to school and i can just skipped till Tuesday! Ha ha! My next aim for days is TUESDAY! *evil laughter* Even i sneeze or just cough, it's like so pain. It's like something vibrating inside. Is there a vibrator in my throat? Dumb question! I can sit under the fan! Good! My fingertips and my feet will be cold. Luckily didn't fell asleep as the temperature is so cold. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuFe8NKNsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/i_RLNDexcAU/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuFe8NKNsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/i_RLNDexcAU/s320/cold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209404160588003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the whole day, i was thinking the plans for that day. I seriously staring into the space just to think about the plans. I can't stop thinking. I don't know why. I'm just way too worried thinking what will happened on that day. Haihs. I wish on that day, everything will go smoothly. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuJR2H-aaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z5he2MGLHhA/s1600-h/dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuJR2H-aaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z5he2MGLHhA/s320/dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209408333663857058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh mann! My brother went and watched "Kungfu Panda" on the day it released! Mann! I wanna watch!! Actually the day before yesterday, at night, i was online-ing, and i went and asked esther wheather she wants to go. But she said her mum was pms-ing. (pms stands for pre menstruaction syndrom) Normal for girls! I asked her cause my sister is going to meet her friends in midvalley. Apparently, she gave me a SAD ANSWER. She can't go! LOL. So, never mind. I said bye bye to midvalley. :( :(  Yesterday, i fetched my sister back from midvalley. I went with my brother. My brother was like testing my memory skills. He was asking me "ehh left ah? right ah?" I was like mann you are the driver. you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-8990911328149713008?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/8990911328149713008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=8990911328149713008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8990911328149713008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/8990911328149713008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-turn-me-into-sick-girl.html' title='Please turn me into a sick girl.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEuFG7VOV_I/AAAAAAAAAck/ToLqzVSw1X4/s72-c/shopaholics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7266973032901138584</id><published>2008-06-06T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:48:30.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truants time! Hooorayy!</title><content type='html'>mood: boring~&lt;br /&gt;random: I Love Charlie Jacky cause he is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thinking did i just walked when I'm sleeping. I'm so worried. The story went like that. Last Wednesday, i supposed to wake up early at 6.00 am to follow my dad to send my mum and sister to work. Before going work, supposed to eat breakfast. When i woke up at 9.00 am, i was wondering that why nobody woke me up for breakfast. Then, at night, i asked my dad why nobody wake me up this morning. My dad said me mummy and sister woke you up eh. He added you woke up then slept back some more and you replied me too. I was like you didn't woke me up okay. Never mind. That case closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Thursday which is yesterday, my plan to eat breakfast is still going on. I did woke up and i slept back. Then, my dad went and pulled my blanket away. And i screamed at my dad that i was tired and not following them. So annoying. Okay. Went back to sleep. And today, i asked my dad to wake me up for breakfast. Guess what did i do. I went back and sleep. Ha ha! I lied to them for thrice and I'm the one who planned for the breakfast. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, I'm slacking again. Ahas! LIEW EE VA IS A TOTAL SLACKER! slack slack slack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my stupid sore throat is back again. Cough until like a mad person. Damn! I'm had the first one last Monday and now come back again. Arghh! Don't let me know who go spread his/her sickness to me. If not, they don't have an ass to go home. *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm watching The Seventh Day. Nangis tak henti-henti. Ha ha. Aku memang. Tengok drama-drama ini, nangis sampai satu rumah pun boleh banjir. Nanti, kamu semua boleh berenang-renang di rumah aku. Ha ha! Sekarang rupa aku macam sakit. Ha ha. Aku boleh tipu semua orang bahawa aku sakit! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right, crying and laughing is the best medicine. Do you know why male die faster than a female? Male die faster because they don't express their feelings. They keep all the problems in their heart. But for females, they express their feeling by crying, laughing, shouting and lots of examples. I heard from people say. So, if isn't true, do not find me yea. Thank you. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Ahakss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7266973032901138584?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7266973032901138584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7266973032901138584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7266973032901138584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7266973032901138584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/truants-time-hooorayy.html' title='Truants time! Hooorayy!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-696416935171107817</id><published>2008-06-05T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:25.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIEW EE VA IS TOTALLY A SLACKER! :)</title><content type='html'>mood: super duper ultra superb happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;random: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heeheeee&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; is so happy. cause she's a slacker! ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups! I'm super super happy! :D cause I'm slacking in the house.  that's not the true reason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;. my true reason is no reason. ahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was watching The Seventh Day. From episode 1 until episode 8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woahh&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's too much. But too bad. Who ask me to be addicted. Ha ha! I cried while watching the drama. That's not the first time i watched dramas until cry.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEe_n5MazSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ptUEgxmb6MY/s1600-h/image-thumb1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEe_n5MazSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ptUEgxmb6MY/s320/image-thumb1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208342186165980450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; HANDSOME. the right one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not the left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides watching The Seventh Day, i read "The Learning Curve" by Melissa Nathan. I'm did not watching The Seventh Day the whole day okay. Of course, i did rest. Although i haven't finished reading this storybook, but i felt it's nice. I'm a slow reader okay. :D The book is so thick and the writing is so small. Okay. I'm just finding unacceptable reason to cover my statement which is "slow reader." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEfCiL4zIOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/reyY3SPjKkU/s1600-h/9780099466369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEfCiL4zIOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/reyY3SPjKkU/s320/9780099466369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208345386639630562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Bye! Aku mahu pergi makan. Sangat lapar. Tadi, sebelum pergi tuisyen, belum makan. Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-696416935171107817?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/696416935171107817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=696416935171107817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/696416935171107817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/696416935171107817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/liew-ee-va-is-totally-slacker.html' title='LIEW EE VA IS TOTALLY A SLACKER! :)'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEe_n5MazSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ptUEgxmb6MY/s72-c/image-thumb1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3427685770559665939</id><published>2008-06-03T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:48:34.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing My Homeworks till Midnight is My Worst Night Forever.</title><content type='html'>mood: pissed off&lt;br /&gt;random: better don't talk to me unless got emergency and i know that no emergencies for me. :) if you do talk to me, i shall just scold you away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i will type this blog with 100% English. If my spelling or grammar errors, do tell me please. Tell me at my tag board. I will take it as a compliment. :D But i need to use smileys. They are very important to me. :) See, there it goes again. Okay. Need to take a bullet train to go to the climax? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; Strictly no for me. I'm taking my time to blog. I might continue typing this post tomorrow although the date is published on today's date. I just realised that I'm running out of time! Oh gosh! Actually, i was making a fast timetable when i was eating my dinner so that i finishes my homework.But now do i look like i have time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day i was on and off because my dad kept shooing me from the computer and watching television. And he made me so pissed off. Whenever there's a call from my friends in his cell phone, he will just questioned me. Luckily, there's only a few people called me. If not, i will just answered his questions for the whole day. Maybe i just don't like people start asking me questions when the minute i hung my phone calls. To me, it's quite irritating. I seriously need his cell phone to contact my friends. I can't use the house phone. The house phone is for Internet. And most of the time, the Internet is dating with the house phone. Can't blame them for dating each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ya right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my post today which is fourth of June because I'm running out of time to take my time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while watching television, i was bugging my sister and my mother to help me in my English essay. To produce a nice essay, i need to take my own sweet time. Same to this post. =)&lt;br /&gt;Then, i realised that I'm not concentrating on my homework and i need to finish it up as fast as i can. So, i went up to my room and do. And that's good! I got an English teacher right beside me lying on the bed, reading a storybook. She goes by the name of Liew Ee Ling, my sister. I was bothering her when she was reading her storybook. Too bad. I need help from her at that moment. :) I was doing my essay and i kept asking her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Eh, my sentence can a not? Eh! Answer me la!"&lt;/span&gt; And she seriously answered me! In the end, she fell asleep. Oh man! My so called English teacher fell asleep while teaching me?! Ridiculous. I can just fired this so called English teacher! Ha ha! Maybe i shouldn't fire her. I shall just cut short of her 3 months pay! Ha ha! Brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell asleep and i need to finish up without her help. I was listening to the radio and the chair's screeching sound. It totally spoilt the music's quality that was on air. Too bad! Go and tell my dad to change a study chair for me and my sister. There's no harm telling my dad that. While i was doing the homework, suddenly i stopped and stared at the word! Oh gosh! How to do a sentence with that word and at the same time i don't even know the meaning. Making a nice sentence without knowing the meaning is useless.  Without hesitation, i went and looked for my dictionary.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Don't ever looked down on my beloved dictionary, okay?&lt;/span&gt;  Although the cover is torn and it's not in a good condition, but it helps me  a lot of things. Don't judge the book by its cover. (Although i always judge it. :D) I need to do the sentences with all those 30 words. Imagine.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 30 WORDS! &lt;/span&gt;But, before i started writing, i didn't nag at all doing all those 30 words. It's just that after doing i nagged most of the time. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.01 am, at last, i declare &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAS FINISHED MY HOMEWORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hooray! Please share my happiness. Thanks! :) But, please read properly yea. I finished it at 12.01 am. Not 12.00 am. There's a difference even though one minute different. Please differentiate. Thanks again! I stopped for a while and thought should i read my storybook. But i didn't read. I straight away sleep because i was afraid that tomorrow morning i can't wake up as i need to wake up early to eat breakfast with my mum and go to temple. And of course i go to temple to pray. Not to continue sleeping. If yes, maybe the god will just smack your head to wake you up. I was rolling and changing my position of sleeping. I can't sleep. I need something to make me fall asleep. In the midnight, i woke up a lot of times then slept back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there's a big crash sound as if the person wants to knock my door off. Normal reaction for a normal human was awake. For those people out there didn't gave that reaction, i have nothing to comment about you. =D. It was my dad. He switched off the fan and woke me up. I was like ya let me sleep for a awhile. And i asked what time. He replied me 9.00 am. I was like what nobody woke me up for breakfast. I need to wake up because i got a tuition. So need to prepare and all those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people i need to get out of here before i continued typing and the post is getting longer. And for sure you people will get sleepy. Bye! Off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3427685770559665939?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3427685770559665939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3427685770559665939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3427685770559665939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3427685770559665939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/finishing-my-homeworks-till-midnight-is.html' title='Finishing My Homeworks till Midnight is My Worst Night Forever.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2380814130227493648</id><published>2008-06-02T18:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:12:18.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MVs DATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;mood: happy happy happy happy happy happy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;random: i wanna be sick so that i can skip a day when school reopens back. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吴克群 - 什么东西 MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the dance. cause it needs to use your waist energy. yeng ehh! i wanna learn! haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iV8r8AVUAI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吳克群-為你寫詩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics is cool. loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张栋梁 - 新歌试唱 MV (完整版) [From Now On 大馬演唱會主題曲]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ZHANG DONG LIANG&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love his dance in this mv. it's like standard fast &amp;amp;&amp;amp; easy. wishing to learn that. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09903408001571251 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day i was watching all this mvs. haaha!  &amp;amp;&amp;amp; did maths hw. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to visit julian. my mum suddenly said "julian, come i bring you go eat macd." i was like harh!? serious ah. my dad ask serious? unbelievable. went to macd, he was dancing in the macd. bought happy meal for him. cause i want the kungfu panda. but i gave him. :( :( &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT THE KUNGFU PANDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so cute leh the kungfu panda plus sound wan ehh. went back and while waiting to go home, i was playing his PSP. lol. i can't believe i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;50% ADDICTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haahaa! i was trying to remember the buttons to play. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES! I REMEMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weeehoooo~ i keep on palying playing and my dad asked me to go home. LOL. can't play liao. next time visit him, i play the PSP with him. heehee. but after july he's going back i think. :( gonna miss him. he so cute leh. he is like 8years old to me but he is not. cause he is from U.S.&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RTJiBhTa_k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2380814130227493648?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2380814130227493648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2380814130227493648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2380814130227493648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2380814130227493648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/06/mood-happy-happy-happy-happy-happy.html' title='MVs DATING'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-4374495143679964401</id><published>2008-05-31T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:25.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books are to shop not to read. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;mood: disappointed &amp;amp; undescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: bang into each other wasn't my idea or anyone's idea. coincidence? accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo~&lt;br /&gt;today, went to klcc.&lt;br /&gt;went to book fest again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time went with my sister and my mum.&lt;br /&gt;suppose only me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;then my mum said i better follow if not we simply buy things.&lt;br /&gt;so she followed.&lt;br /&gt;haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad fetched us to kl sentral and took putra train to there.&lt;br /&gt;straight away go to the convention centre.&lt;br /&gt;my sister was like doing shopping at there.&lt;br /&gt;saw the book and put in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;my mum saw and said the books free wan ah.&lt;br /&gt;my sister smiling.&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to bought a storybook.&lt;br /&gt;i love the book.&lt;br /&gt;cause the cover very nice.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back around 5 something.&lt;br /&gt;took the train to kl sentral and dad fetched.&lt;br /&gt;went to pudu and eat.&lt;br /&gt;my dinner was so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;ate with uncle john and aunty daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this fellow went and bang my back again. wahliao. but also cannot blame that fellow cause there's no other place to walk and i think he tripped onto something and hit my back. i was like OUCHH. it's pain you know. haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me show you the photos of my SO CALLED BABIES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEFd_wyppgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZrAt6dlfvVI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEFd_wyppgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZrAt6dlfvVI/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206545994227492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEFfGgypphI/AAAAAAAAAcM/M6FQYZcyD_U/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEFfGgypphI/AAAAAAAAAcM/M6FQYZcyD_U/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206547209703237138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OFF TO THE BIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-4374495143679964401?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/4374495143679964401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=4374495143679964401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4374495143679964401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/4374495143679964401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/books-are-to-shop-not-to-read-xd.html' title='books are to shop not to read. xD'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SEFd_wyppgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZrAt6dlfvVI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-504703442442878669</id><published>2008-05-30T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:57:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a big HUGE traffic jam</title><content type='html'>helloo.&lt;br /&gt;okay. this post is gonna be real short.&lt;br /&gt;cause i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me started with the topic "why we need sleep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. let me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;TOUCH A LITTLE BIT! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is a form of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;okay! done!&lt;br /&gt;see. touch a little bit means touch a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to kasturi. and i went into the 3a class. mann! the class is so packed. but i managed to get a seat with my friends' help which is booked a seat for me. it was so shocked for me when i went into the class. i thought got gangster or what. the mbs group went to the class. mann! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I NEED SILENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eventually, not even a single seat is left for that class. and OF COURSE the class is noisy. i stuffed myself inside. i sat next to chiuyee and esther. next to chiuyee is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;WALL!&lt;/span&gt; seee.. what a place we had. suddenly, the air cond is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NOT FUNCTIONING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mann! i don't know which idiot went and switched it off. everyone was gasping for air. and the class went noisy! and i saw number 41. heehee. so handsome. lols! he managed to sutff himself in the class also. but is so &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT RIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he can come out. i can't. LOL. my mood was up and down cause i can't go out of the class &amp;amp; it's so packed. mann! it's really so &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UNFAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right right rightt? arghh!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i managed to get my body out of the class when 5.00pm strike! yayyyyy! i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEEE~&lt;/span&gt;went home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was like being questioned the whole day. whenever there's someone back, he/she will ask alot of questions. you know why? cause &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M HOME-ALONE-ING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seee. the feeling is seriously baddd! i hate it! yuckss! in the evening, my brother came back. and i need to follow him fetched my sister and mum &amp;amp; EAT DINNER! so at 8 we left the house. first, we went and fetched my sister. okay done! then, fetched my mum. we went to the wrong way. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE ARE STUCK IN THE TRAFFIC JAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waited and waited~ i HATE INDIANS. cause their driving is so bad! they know they have a big fat car and they still want to go into other people's lane which they can't fit in! not to say i'm racist or what. this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TRUE FACT!&lt;/span&gt; at 10.00pm we ate our dinner. something very funny. i was grumbling in the car that i was starving when fetching my mum. then, my sister asked me you hungry a not. and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; OF COURSE I SAID I'M HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt; my sister said ohh in my bag got oats. mann! tell me earlier. sighh!== at 10pm only i had my dinner. sobs. :'( before going home, i took away a big pau for my mum. so i went and bought lah. i haven't reach the stall yet or haven't talked to the aunty yet, the aunty already opened the tray and it's big pau! mann! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COINCIDENCE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then went home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-504703442442878669?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/504703442442878669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=504703442442878669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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whatever it takes- Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;mood : tired &amp;amp;&amp;amp; disappointed&lt;br /&gt;random: Jordan Harleybutter is my stripper name?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;went to esther's house at 9.55 am&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for her and her sister ready,&lt;br /&gt;i go and bully (so called bully)her little brother, glenn.(correct, esther?)&lt;br /&gt;haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i saw his 2 bosters.&lt;br /&gt;i went and played with it.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like give the pillow then take back.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;his little brother is soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;luckily i haven't pinched him.&lt;br /&gt;although i always say i wanna pinch him teruk teruk.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went off!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;towards KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;her sister parked at bukit jalil station because&lt;br /&gt;can't find a parking place for the car.&lt;br /&gt;off we went into the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train, we were playing with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RM2.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; price tag.&lt;br /&gt;we pasted it on esther's sister.&lt;br /&gt;we were like keep on looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;and of course she's full of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;then, i saw the price tag like want to come out,&lt;br /&gt;and i hit her shoulder (where the price tag is!),&lt;br /&gt;and of course with human's normal reaction will look back.&lt;br /&gt;and she did!&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me, i waved my hand at her.&lt;br /&gt;she was like what the.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got down at masjid jamek station.&lt;br /&gt;esther's sister still don't know about the price tag.&lt;br /&gt;and esther went &amp;amp; took it off!&lt;br /&gt;and she knew.&lt;br /&gt;llol!&lt;br /&gt;she was like whatt i cost 2.90?&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the putra train again.&lt;br /&gt;because masjid jamek staion doesn't reach at klcc.&lt;br /&gt;bought the tickets and stuffed ourselves in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached klcc!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;we went to the bookfest to get a book.&lt;br /&gt;while esther's sister went and buy tickets.&lt;br /&gt;something happened!&lt;br /&gt;esther's sister accidentally bought 2 tickets narnia for chiuyee and joey.&lt;br /&gt;she thought that they haven't buy tickets so helped them buy.&lt;br /&gt;oopps!&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to sell out the tickets to a couple.&lt;br /&gt;mann!&lt;br /&gt;the seats was like at the side and is P20 and P20.&lt;br /&gt;kinda imagine the seat.&lt;br /&gt;haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;amp;esther&amp;amp;felicia(esther's sister)&amp;amp; another 2 felicia's friends&lt;br /&gt;watched indiana jones.&lt;br /&gt;woahh!&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought the movie was bored.&lt;br /&gt;cause before i went into the cinema,&lt;br /&gt;i had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STRONG FEELING&lt;/span&gt; that the movie is bored.&lt;br /&gt;but actually it's nice!&lt;br /&gt;i laughed until mad.&lt;br /&gt;esther kept on laughing.&lt;br /&gt;she sat next to me!&lt;br /&gt;and she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;DRANK THE POPCORN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole day, i kept telling esther that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE HER FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenn, i said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE HER VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we went into the puzzle's shop.&lt;br /&gt;esther can't go in.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;cause she's having a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after that, we standed at the puzzle's shop for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;QUITE A LONG MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we were discussing whether want to go to the&lt;br /&gt;book fest first or to the food court first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the final decision came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FOOD COURT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate joey's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;then, we were like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIVIDING THE 15 BIG MACS COUPON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's so weird for a person to redeem 15 big macs at once.&lt;br /&gt;but only 2 person went and take the big macs.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;we prepared the table with the 15 big macs.&lt;br /&gt;me and esther was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"ehh i feel very paiseh ehh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone was looking at our table with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FIFTEEN BIG MACS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiao..&lt;br /&gt;at last chiuyee came and met us.&lt;br /&gt;joey went to bookfest.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;that was chiuyee's idea.&lt;br /&gt;and at last joey came.&lt;br /&gt;and we celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND THE 15 BIG MACS DISAPPEARED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woahhh.&lt;br /&gt;actually the big macs didn't disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;they divided the big macs among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take cause i scared later got scoldings from my&lt;br /&gt;parents for eating fast food.&lt;br /&gt;heeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to book fest.&lt;br /&gt;weehooo!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy storybooks.&lt;br /&gt;but later my mum scold me.&lt;br /&gt;so didn't buy.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole day, i didn't buy anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EXCEPT FOODS &amp;amp; DRINKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home.&lt;br /&gt;esther's sister fetched me back.&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;i followed my dad to fetch my sister.&lt;br /&gt;cause nobody is at home.&lt;br /&gt;zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3162306102663663703?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3162306102663663703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3162306102663663703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3162306102663663703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3162306102663663703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-macs-birthday.html' title='big macs birthday'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2618293928120653620</id><published>2008-05-26T15:29:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUDDEN VISIT BY ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-HUGO1cRWm"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-HUGO1cRWm" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cyndiix3/music/gu9Z4qW8/aerosmith_i_dont_wanna_miss_a_thing/"&gt;I Dont Wanna Miss A Thing - Aerosmith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;When, every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;I Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And we'll stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah YEAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my ear is sticking with: i want it that way- Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;mood: tired &amp;amp;&amp;amp; happy!&lt;br /&gt;random: i ain't like you but i love you.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;woke up so early.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to fetch my sister to work.&lt;br /&gt;but i was too tired and i continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;:D heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for aileen.&lt;br /&gt;cause she's coming to my house.&lt;br /&gt;actually she came to my house to do the science peka.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i don't really know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;and we started do lame things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpsbQbSMRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-ddqXsqFMmE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpsbQbSMRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-ddqXsqFMmE/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204591534901702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDptfwbSMUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/T8DyIx37PS8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDptfwbSMUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/T8DyIx37PS8/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204592711722742082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpssAbSMSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Qh9RPYLLkkQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpssAbSMSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Qh9RPYLLkkQ/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204591822664511778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dining table is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpu5wbSMVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xgiaRHRin6Q/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpu5wbSMVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xgiaRHRin6Q/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204594257910968658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDptKQbSMTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MtQ76De-zC8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDptKQbSMTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MtQ76De-zC8/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204592342355554610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpvdgbSMWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2hNFzOHZzwY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpvdgbSMWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2hNFzOHZzwY/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204594872091292002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpvwwbSMXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9erweRFvOgc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpvwwbSMXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9erweRFvOgc/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204595202803773810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpwzQbSMYI/AAAAAAAAAac/UJ_7fDloUVw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpwzQbSMYI/AAAAAAAAAac/UJ_7fDloUVw/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204596345265074562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpxqQbSMZI/AAAAAAAAAak/J99AvblIP18/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpxqQbSMZI/AAAAAAAAAak/J99AvblIP18/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204597290157879698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to esther's house.&lt;br /&gt;to complete the science.&lt;br /&gt;before that, i called esther twice.&lt;br /&gt;nobody picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;then i called again, and someone picked the phone!&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: esther! i'm coming to your house now! can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;esther: HARHHH?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: can can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;esther: okay. come lah. but my little brother is not at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG HARHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on playing with her little brother's things.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;esther said&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; i'm just a bigger size of her little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpx-AbSMaI/AAAAAAAAAas/0xZ6PISKD5U/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpx-AbSMaI/AAAAAAAAAas/0xZ6PISKD5U/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204597629460296098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;was playing with esther's little brother's bag. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpzbAbSMcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NpNJxcrGePk/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpzbAbSMcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NpNJxcrGePk/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204599227188130242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yahh. very unglam. i was reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDp0IgbSMdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Xkbqcr97SkY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDp0IgbSMdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Xkbqcr97SkY/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204600008872178130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esther was expecting me to play this song.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even learn piano.&lt;br /&gt;i learned electone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtlLAbSMgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/18Cfk6B7Kic/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="324" height="270" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-494989a7713dd034" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtlKwbSMfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XMgNCxkcycs/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtlKwbSMfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XMgNCxkcycs/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865029829177842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtlLAbSMgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/18Cfk6B7Kic/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtlLAbSMgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/18Cfk6B7Kic/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865034124145154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leng zhai right? handsome right?&lt;br /&gt;found this photo in the galaxy magazine in esther's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtm1gbSMhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/o8OE3KoDovo/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtm1gbSMhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/o8OE3KoDovo/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204866863780213266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtnPQbSMiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DmnLJW73m2k/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtnPQbSMiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DmnLJW73m2k/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867306161844770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this dog is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;normally i see all those dogs doesn't look at the camera!&lt;br /&gt;but this so called fluffy dog (i gave that name to it)&lt;br /&gt;was looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we played badminton.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept on slipping off.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't test my waist level like i played volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;heeehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtnowbSMjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WSSYjYzoTwI/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtnowbSMjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WSSYjYzoTwI/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867744248508978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you can just imagine how we play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtoGwbSMkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3srkI5fw3Q4/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDtoGwbSMkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3srkI5fw3Q4/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868259644584514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is this a rice cooker pot?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;it is esther's dog POT!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: esther, why are you drying your rice cooker pot here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;esther: is NOT  a rice cooker lah. is my dog's pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: *swtt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2618293928120653620?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2618293928120653620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=2618293928120653620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2618293928120653620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/2618293928120653620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-wanna-miss-thing-aerosmith-i.html' title='SUDDEN VISIT BY ME!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDpsbQbSMRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-ddqXsqFMmE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5845362020901350865</id><published>2008-05-25T17:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:29:09.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREENISH day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my ear is sticking with : 我的天-張敬軒&lt;br /&gt;mood: bored &amp;amp;&amp;amp; missing.&lt;br /&gt;random: lovingness of you!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up early.&lt;br /&gt;went to kepong and fetched my uncles and aunty&lt;br /&gt;then, went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't hot.&lt;br /&gt;it was just okay.&lt;br /&gt;i love the weather.&lt;br /&gt;heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my walk in FRIM was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFRESHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CHALLENGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's quite tired (i didn't exercise quite long okay. :D),&lt;br /&gt;but it seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1000 feet road &lt;/span&gt;where we need to climb along the trees and&lt;br /&gt;listened to the monkey's sound and insects sound.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle played me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;we were asking is it very far?&lt;br /&gt;then my uncle said ohh very near only.&lt;br /&gt;but actually it's very high up.&lt;br /&gt;imagine ehh.&lt;br /&gt;climbing 1000 feet staircase without water.&lt;br /&gt;you can go &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEHYDRATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing climbing 1000feet, my uncle asked us a funny question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;uncle: you all want to go toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: *shaking my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sister: harh uncle john. we are dehydrating ehh. still got water to release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: *laughing like a mad person*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;siiao wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;sweating sumore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;still got water release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;funny ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then, went and eat porridge near batu caves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;quite okay only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then, went to uncle's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;dropped them and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;afternoon, after bathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;heehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;my mum slept first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;then me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;after that, my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;next my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;haahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;THE LIEW'S FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;dinner ate bak kut teh with uncle they all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yummyyy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5845362020901350865?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5845362020901350865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5845362020901350865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5845362020901350865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5845362020901350865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/greenish-day.html' title='GREENISH day,'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7261206102412598019</id><published>2008-05-24T13:17:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:11:31.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panda madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l2iXmWAS5v"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l2iXmWAS5v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Q2a5fd-/music/Xl2ev1JR/how_did_i_fall_in_love_with_youwma/"&gt;How did I fall in love with you. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Remember when, we never needed each other&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends like&lt;br /&gt;Sister and Brother&lt;br /&gt;We understood, we'd never be,&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone, and I want you so much&lt;br /&gt;The night is long and I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I start to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Brings back the child that, I resemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend, that we can still be friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to say this right&lt;br /&gt;And it has to be tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just need you to know, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live this life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With you I wanna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changed, we never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall,&lt;br /&gt;in love ,&lt;br /&gt;with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ear is sticking with: my mum's snoring. xD&lt;br /&gt;my mood: bored.&lt;br /&gt;random: you sick easily huh. pass the sickness to me please!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;hehee. i just finished watching ugly betty.&lt;br /&gt;haaha. i watched in 8tv.&lt;br /&gt;this time is about the charlie giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;although it's quite bored today, but i did followed up the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeoRAbSMFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RqrhQ1-kxmE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeoRAbSMFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RqrhQ1-kxmE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203812904575578194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is UGLY BETTY! but to me, she isn't ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeoegbSMGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NzzSTEwfiI8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeoegbSMGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NzzSTEwfiI8/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813136503812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that guy is daniel. to me, he's a flirter. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeo2gbSMHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5RhnzpwfEQs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeo2gbSMHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5RhnzpwfEQs/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813548820672626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is henry. nerd! haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PANDA MANIAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;so get ready for PANDA'S PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;sit back,&lt;br /&gt;relax, take a deeepp breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OPEN YOUR EYES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOOO!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDetEQbSMJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5sMUBBBKujw/s1600-h/panda01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDetEQbSMJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5sMUBBBKujw/s320/panda01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203818183090385042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;panda: i miss you. take my photo and show it to my gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDesrwbSMII/AAAAAAAAAYc/NvFBLlOYtlI/s1600-h/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDesrwbSMII/AAAAAAAAAYc/NvFBLlOYtlI/s320/panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203817762183590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;panda: please lah. i eating. don't take unglam photos of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDetjQbSMKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mjMTZcnh9iA/s1600-h/Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDetjQbSMKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mjMTZcnh9iA/s320/Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203818715666329762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay! i'm gonna be in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDexbgbSMNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/83qhI06zEXE/s1600-h/kungfupanda+poster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDexbgbSMNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/83qhI06zEXE/s320/kungfupanda+poster+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203822980568854738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDewwAbSMMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KR-8R1agodA/s1600-h/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDewwAbSMMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KR-8R1agodA/s320/kung-fu-panda-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203822233244545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDex2gbSMOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hznxapE992s/s1600-h/movie_0441773_fd6a593ffb3725aeb97ad2c7f122af6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDex2gbSMOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hznxapE992s/s320/movie_0441773_fd6a593ffb3725aeb97ad2c7f122af6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203823444425322722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;panda: ohmann! i'm flying. mannn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeuJgbSMLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/M7i8q0rcqgI/s1600-h/kungfu_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeuJgbSMLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/M7i8q0rcqgI/s320/kungfu_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203819372796326066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;panda: heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yahh. i'm so so so so so so into &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch kungfu panda.&lt;br /&gt;cause got panda.&lt;br /&gt;haaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LAME REASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann. today zhang dong liang going to book fest 2008 in klcc.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;he is so handsome okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth to go and see him.&lt;br /&gt;haaaha.&lt;br /&gt;for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;but he is going to have concert in SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;damnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-I-N-G-A-P-O-R-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeatt singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SING JIA POH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SING KA POH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;if i see him, i sure pokai straight away.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDfRggbSMQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ckB0mBnE77k/s1600-h/248319021794l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDfRggbSMQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ckB0mBnE77k/s320/248319021794l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203858250840289538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDfPkAbSMPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/haCv4lfTE8s/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDfPkAbSMPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/haCv4lfTE8s/s320/s320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203856111946576114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see he so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, i went and watched jesse mccartney-leaving mv.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i like to song.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I HATE THE VIDEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like so pervert.&lt;br /&gt;yuckss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jw. see i don't think now i addicted to kennysia's blog.&lt;br /&gt;you better update.&lt;br /&gt;you go camp sumore.&lt;br /&gt;purposely give me kennysia's blog so you no need blog right.&lt;br /&gt;licik!&lt;br /&gt;haaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;just joking. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't think that eventhough you are very close to you, you can copy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;if you doesn't want to 'mengaku', fine. if one day i seriously can't 'sabar', i will scold you madly and don't think you are my closest friend i dont dare okay. idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7261206102412598019?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7261206102412598019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7261206102412598019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7261206102412598019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7261206102412598019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-ear-is-sticking-with-my-mums-snoring.html' title='panda madness.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</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/_I5CArS-BoUs/SDeoRAbSMFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RqrhQ1-kxmE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1023708033510634457</id><published>2008-05-23T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:51:08.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copycats'/><title type='text'>i ain't loving copycats but i'm hating them as much as i conquer the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i seriously hate copycats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;they just like to copy huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;but please don't copy me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i seriously hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;you better stop it before i go to your face and talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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world.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-302278178861129992</id><published>2008-05-23T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:17:32.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING DAY. :(   :(  :(</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with: 光良-烟火&lt;br /&gt;my mood: normal.&lt;br /&gt;random: MISSES MISSES MISSES. :(&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;misses. misses. misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh. seriously misses.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;he went "outstation".&lt;br /&gt;:(   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;you should bring me along. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday english was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I SERIOUSLY CAN FAIL ENGLISH LISTENING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our school had this exam.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote laughters instead of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote angle instead of anger.&lt;br /&gt;sick!&lt;br /&gt;i waited for my brother 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;kill me man!&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, alot of questions passed by.&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to walk back home.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't because it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;stupid. he thought i finished at 9.45pm. siiao.&lt;br /&gt;and i slept very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPER LOVELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissy day.&lt;br /&gt;early morning, was fighting with my books and things.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't packed my school bag yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;because i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SUPER EXHAUSTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 tuitions yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so i packed my bag.&lt;br /&gt;my school uniform haven't ironed.&lt;br /&gt;i had to iron it myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i was quite in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUSH MINUTES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of rush hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly was short.&lt;br /&gt;luckily. if not had ear damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbingan.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was trembling with their history project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVEN ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to check only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm.&lt;br /&gt;we finished the whole komsas already.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;at last.&lt;br /&gt;studied about jalan sempit.&lt;br /&gt;quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;doing history project.&lt;br /&gt;and eelynn and me and shirley was finding some nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;thanks eelynn and shirley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography.&lt;br /&gt;copied notes and do works.&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;was concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;but nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess! yay!&lt;br /&gt;i addicted to soya bean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sivik.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher didn't come in.&lt;br /&gt;got teacher came in to the class.&lt;br /&gt;talking and doing project.&lt;br /&gt;as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TALKING IS MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LAUGHING IS MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FOOLING AROUND IS MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DISTURBING PEOPLE IS  MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;CAN'T SIT STILL IS ALSO MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;nothing can run away from my mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbingan.&lt;br /&gt;went to library.&lt;br /&gt;sat at bilik rujukan.&lt;br /&gt;talking again.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;looked at the magazines.&lt;br /&gt;played with aileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; come back in safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;although you are out-station-ing quite long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;missed. :( :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-302278178861129992?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/302278178861129992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=302278178861129992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/302278178861129992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/302278178861129992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-day.html' title='MISSING DAY. :(   :(  :('/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-1594613598149822973</id><published>2008-05-22T17:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:06:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeva is jobless right now! yay!</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with: how did i fall in love with you-Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;my mood: lifeless&lt;br /&gt;random: This feelings is taking control over me and i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;i seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE THURSDAYS AND FRIDAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because there's not many important subjects!&lt;br /&gt;and you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I SKIPPED MY ORAL TEST AGAIN! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time is not my fault okayy.&lt;br /&gt;mr. low absent.&lt;br /&gt;haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh. too busy till i can't update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was rushing for my projects.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finish. :D&lt;br /&gt;i had to do history project and science peka.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bother my geography project yet.&lt;br /&gt;cause the teacher was teaching and didn't care about our projects.&lt;br /&gt;so its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% NOT STUDENTS' FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;100% TEACHER'S FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of this!&lt;br /&gt;i had a job and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I DIDN'T EVEN GET PAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;NOT A SINGLE 10 CENTS OR ONE BUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuckss!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall tell about the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we the form 3 got a job from the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;our job was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A BABYSITTER PLANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to plant green beans and let it grow with different conditions.&lt;br /&gt;it ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IT WAS TOTALLY HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just leave my plant near the air-well.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum saw my plant.&lt;br /&gt;and she started nagging me about my plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;example of naggings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) your plant is not enough water lah!&lt;br /&gt;ii) why you put there?&lt;br /&gt;iii) don't add drinking water lah.&lt;br /&gt;iv) put it under the sunlight lah.&lt;br /&gt;v) put it in the car porch.&lt;br /&gt;vi) why lah the teachers so stupid as you put the container&lt;br /&gt;  of green beans in the refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;vii) why that container no water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMANN! i had enough of these naggings.&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;was so stress with all those nag.&lt;br /&gt;not i don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i know what am i doing with my plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALTHOUGH I AM NOT GOING TO BE PAID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to entertain my so called babies for 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;mann!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EIGHT DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EIGHT DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ENCORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;aikss.&lt;br /&gt;i had to pluck each of it everyday for 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the things i was worried were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) no water.&lt;br /&gt;b) do you have enough sunlight? do i need to bring you for sunbathing?&lt;br /&gt;c) grow up lah!&lt;br /&gt;d) why are you still so short?&lt;br /&gt;e) and why are you so DAMN TALL!&lt;br /&gt;f) ohmann! are you dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORRIES ADD STRESS OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so stressed about my projects.&lt;br /&gt;i had to do report for the science.&lt;br /&gt;i had to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SUPER FAST&lt;/span&gt; in my writings.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i'm writing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SUPER SLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; compared to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;if i want to write nicely in my works, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; write slower.&lt;br /&gt;sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a teacher came in to replace a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;her name was puan zuhana (if i'm not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;she's a ex-cbn 1 teacher.&lt;br /&gt;when she came into our class, she started talking.&lt;br /&gt;and aileen said, "her voice very mann ah!"&lt;br /&gt;we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;but not the whole class lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. forgotten alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I'M OLD GIRL&lt;/span&gt; okayy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INSTEAD OF OLD WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;trying to make myself younger.&lt;br /&gt;haaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ALOT OF THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because yesterday, i helped esther to bring back her plant.&lt;br /&gt;and and i got pjk. so need to bring pj entire.&lt;br /&gt;then then, i brought 2 files to school.&lt;br /&gt;one file is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERSONAL&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;another one is projects. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT SO PERSONAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther told me that one of her green bean actually not growing.&lt;br /&gt;but today i saw it was growing a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her REALLY? seee, i so nice. make it grow.haaha!&lt;br /&gt;esther's plant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; lack of water.&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i saw why her plant going to wilt.&lt;br /&gt;and i touched the cotton and it was dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WET-LESS PLANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha!&lt;br /&gt;and i quicly add more water.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;frighten me.&lt;br /&gt;later that esther killed me for killing her plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;i saw esther and i was trying to be fake and&lt;br /&gt;tell her that her plant died.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY EFFORT WAS USELESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew i was faking.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, reached class.&lt;br /&gt;i give back her plant.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what she did for appreciate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE WENT AND DONATE HER PLANT TO OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like what the.&lt;br /&gt;i saved your plant and you go distribute to other people.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm.&lt;br /&gt;went to bm room.&lt;br /&gt;was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;teacher told us something very funny.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgotten what is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT ONE THING I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; is i laughed alot during bm period. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pjk.&lt;br /&gt;we already learned&lt;br /&gt;how to spike!&lt;br /&gt;how to block!&lt;br /&gt;how to serve!&lt;br /&gt;and LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for blocking i felt my performance was the best than&lt;br /&gt;the spike and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blocking.&lt;br /&gt;everyone had to do in pairs and facing each others.&lt;br /&gt;it's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MIRROR IMAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and esther played mirror image.&lt;br /&gt;play play she didn't follow me.&lt;br /&gt;and she go smack my face!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;yay! we gonna learn softball. but we saw some photos&lt;br /&gt;about softball in the text book. it's like baseball! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;COOOLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess,i drank &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TWO GLASSES OF SOYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!lol.heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral did nothing.talk talk talk.chat about ugly betty!english did nothing.teacher absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to kasturi.supposed to pass something to darren.but that fellow ah.mygod!he forgotten that he had to take something from me.i was waiting and waiting.in the end i went off.then, i went to kasturi.put my bags and go eat lunch.then, on the way, saw darren.i was shocked to see him.was wondering why is he in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;MIDDLE OF THE TOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.lol!he told me that sorry i forgotten.i was like what the.you forgotten?he was the one who asked me to remember.tsk!nvm lo. he walked until so lifeless.likeno bone and energy.frighten people also can.i called him.i called his name for the first time.i shouted darren.he doesn't has any reaction.so i shouted louder.then he heard.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LUCKILY!&lt;/span&gt; he was like blurring. i went and give the things in kasturi. make me feel i'm so stupid eh. he sumore dare to smile at me and say sorry. wahliaooo. i have no comment. aileen was laughing behind there when she saw him smiling. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored during kasturi. sighh. but history was fun! laughed again. heeehee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S MY JOB OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-1594613598149822973?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/1594613598149822973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-8749443639394159547</id><published>2008-05-19T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:37:12.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart was bleeding just because of you. to me, you're very meaningful.</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with: just so you know-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;mood: normal &amp;amp;&amp;amp; standard.&lt;br /&gt;random: saloon is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fear of all!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helloooo~&lt;br /&gt;good morning!&lt;br /&gt;good afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;good evening!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to pd.&lt;br /&gt;balik kampung. :D&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod!&lt;br /&gt;beach is my world.&lt;br /&gt;aiks.&lt;br /&gt;too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i loved the waves sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;washing everyone's feeling away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it made people relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it made people happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all the sadness is not the feeling for that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh i know my poem s**ks.&lt;br /&gt;sorrylah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to write poem already &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCEPT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pd, we went to teluk gong and eat all the&lt;br /&gt;hidupan-hidupan akuatik yang eeva suka makan.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;i can't eat as much as i want because of my sausage mouth.&lt;br /&gt;yucks!&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, supposed to wake up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone forgotten the timing and continue sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;SNORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go and pray.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9.30am.&lt;br /&gt;10.30 got tuition.&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i didn't go to temple to pray.&lt;br /&gt;not enough time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;porridge.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dad: i know you cannot finish wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: (continue eating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dad: see i know you cannot eat finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: why? you want to eat is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dad: (quiet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porridge finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: see i eat finish liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dad: you must be hungry if not you cannot finish wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me (zzz!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition i went and had a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sister: ehh you mau go cut chicken feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: (blurring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;phuikei: smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: ohhh! haircut wan wan wan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from haircut i online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;phuikei: cut chicken feather d ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: sudah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me: hahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;phuikei:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swt ehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M FALLING IN LOVE WITH UGLY BETTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched it from tv3 last saturday. weehhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched the badminton thomas cup until sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;because i know china will win.&lt;br /&gt;haahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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you&apos;re very meaningful.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-3214238891135869375</id><published>2008-05-16T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:22:32.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get lost before i burst and scold you. i'm treating evil to her only. so no worries.</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with: leaving-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;my mood: sweet sweet bored.&lt;br /&gt;random: we don't really have much things to talk.   :(&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i loved my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's getting more interesting!&amp;amp;&amp;amp; fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like my days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;very tired mah.&lt;br /&gt;the whole day non-stop busy.&lt;br /&gt;after school went kasturi.&lt;br /&gt;then at night got english tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS MY ROBOT DAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was funny.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher gave us sentences.&lt;br /&gt;then one of the sentence was : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;the students are warned against and bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"warned".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  the end i got wrong for all the sentence just because of the word.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;studied half day only.&lt;br /&gt;had bm.&lt;br /&gt;studied novel.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher told us some sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;it's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;me and shirley disturbed eelynn again.&lt;br /&gt;shirley was taking all of eelynn's things which is on the table.&lt;br /&gt;then shirley stopped.&lt;br /&gt;eelynn went and grabbed back all her things.&lt;br /&gt;me and shirley played &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;pinching game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we too crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography.&lt;br /&gt;as usual. copied notes and read some of the chapters.&lt;br /&gt;bored~&lt;br /&gt;recess!&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;too happy for recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess, got mathematics camp.&lt;br /&gt;the first session was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;kept on laughing.&lt;br /&gt;the second session is bored.&lt;br /&gt;they taught us how to use the 4 figure book.&lt;br /&gt;the third session we play!&lt;br /&gt;we need to make the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;LONGEST STRING&lt;/span&gt; with anything.&lt;br /&gt;even shoelaces and everything!&lt;br /&gt;our class used shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes passed.&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;we lost. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i totally hate her eh!&lt;/span&gt; she s**ks! when teacher asked us to sit down to calm us down after the game, her whole &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG BUTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sat on me. she pushed me some more and i accidentally stepped someone's shoes behind me. i scolded her stop pushing lah! push push push~ then she said sorry. i almost wanted to say sorry your head lah! what butt do you have lah. i was so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "dao mei"&lt;/span&gt; to sit behind you. after the game, she was finding her shoelaces and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT WAS MINE!&lt;/span&gt; she keep on telling me that i take her shoelaces. what the. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; remembered my shoelaces okay. i tied a knot okayy.&lt;/span&gt; then after that i didn't care about her. i put my shoelaces. my back was facing her. i don't want to tie my shoelaces with a bad expression. then, joey can't find her shoelaces. i dont know where she found her shoelaces and joey was towards her. and she told joey is my shoelaces. i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHATEVER LAH. JUST TIE YOU SHOELACES LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  she claimed that my shoelaces got black black stained wan lah. i was again like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHATEVER AND JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH UP FOR ONCE AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; joey put her initial on her shoelaces. and she found. i think is from her. idiott wan. she was like so angry and give a black face. sicko ehh her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;JUST BECAUSE OF HER SHOELACES AND SHE SPOILED EVERYONE'S MOOD. IDIOTT! RUIN-ER!&lt;/span&gt; you don't like your current shoelaces right? go buy a new shoes lah.talk so much. just shut your mouth up. i listen to your voice i want to vomit liao. i was so happy that your watch broken. (im evil at her only.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after school, went and buy coconut drink.&lt;br /&gt;i saw ronald's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me : hi aunty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aunty: hello. uncle(coconut seller) "hei mai meh ah?" (what did she buy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me: ohh! aunty "ngor mou mai yeh lah. ngor kei hai yo dou jek"(i didn't buy things, i just stand here. try to fake. because i know she wants to pay money for my part.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;coconut seller: ngor mm chi ah. (i don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;coconut seller: ohh, "hei mai ye sui"(she buy coconut water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me: [i was shocked! the uncle betrayed me! LOL!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;coconut seller: "zhou meh, lei oi bong hei bei chin ah?" (why? you want to help her pay ah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me: aunty. "mm sai lah. mm sai lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aunty: aiya. nvm i pay for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;indian lady (one of the customer): (she said something i didn't listen properly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me: (smiling to the indian lady.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;aunty: (she was explaining why she want to help me pay money to the indian lady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;me:  thank you aunty. (swtnyer. paiseh! everyone was looking at us. dot dot dot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dad came down from the car. he thought i was fighting or kena bully.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then after that, my dad asked aunty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"you pay money for her ah!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. so paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw something from esther's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's quite true a not.&lt;br /&gt;but for me half of it is quite true and half of it is not really.&lt;br /&gt;she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ee Va&lt;br /&gt;my buddy whose laughter is totally infectious and loves nick-naming people&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(this is true. i love nick-naming people especially you esther! :D :D :D )&lt;/span&gt;and is normally an optimist&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(this i don't really agree. heeehee. )&lt;/span&gt;. A brilliant artist/random art.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(this wan i lagi don't agree. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-3214238891135869375?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/3214238891135869375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=3214238891135869375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3214238891135869375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/3214238891135869375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-lost-before-i-burst-and-scold-you.html' title='get lost before i burst and scold you. i&apos;m treating evil to her only. so no worries.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-968003346720263042</id><published>2008-05-14T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:22:46.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER DUPER DUPER ULTRA ULTRA HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my ear is sticking with: (the messenger ding dong sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my mood: HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;randomness: oooohhhhlalalalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yahh! I'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SUPER DUPER DUPER ULTRA ULTRA HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i also don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe i finally corrected something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heeeheeee! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today went school with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAVIEST BAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;actually i shouldn't brought geography and history book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WITH THE "SMARTEST BRAIN"&lt;/span&gt; went and brought to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't need to bring that 2 subject books because we got science peka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sat in the hall for one and half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haihs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fidgetting with our sejarah folio and science peka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was irritating ana with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY SO CALLED SOUND EFFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinn-pinn-pinn-pinn-pinn-pinn-pinnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and apparently she got affected too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then got maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sat with esther&amp;amp;&amp;amp; shirley&amp;amp;&amp;amp; eelynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after the teacher teach finish, eelynn ask me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eelynn: eeva you got calculator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: no (actually got. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shirley: "kun"(go away!)(not in a mean way lah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eelynn: got calculator a not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: got also don't want to lend you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shirley: eeva tell her "kun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: "KUN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eelynn:(walked off. with a laughing face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then me and shirley looking at eelynn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eelynn was eye contacting us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i continued talking to esther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;suddenly, shirley go hold my pbsm shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she was disturbing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: where is eelynn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shirley: behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me: eelynn come back here lah. be shirley's mangsa lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eelynn: don't want! i be her mangsa in the class so suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everyone laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;went to recess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;didn't study kh and science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kh teacher didn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;left some works for us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was doing kh and asked chiuyee to tell me ghost story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;talked until half way i got scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i didn't listen liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but she still continuing telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;science teacher went home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me,aileen,esther,chiuyee,peiszeand joey was looking at a magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and talking. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;number 41 is the loveliest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;you recovered my broken heart!&lt;/3   -&gt;  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-968003346720263042?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/968003346720263042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=968003346720263042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/968003346720263042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/968003346720263042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-duper-duper-ultra-ultra-happy.html' title='SUPER DUPER DUPER ULTRA ULTRA HAPPY!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5059056910607462345</id><published>2008-05-13T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:33:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a blast after all!</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with: (nothing lahh)&lt;br /&gt;my mood: little pittle kittle wittle fittle bored ++ little pittle kittle wittle bored.&lt;br /&gt;random: my mouth is like sausage. but it's not eatable okayy.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;helloooo~&lt;br /&gt;it is such a long long long long time i didn't update.&lt;br /&gt;yahh i know i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN DATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my blog instead of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;i don't have this much of time to update.&lt;br /&gt;i was having exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhyahh!&lt;br /&gt;i wish my mum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY MUMMY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it was on last Sunday, but i did wish her. =B&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated mummy's day last Saturday with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;my sister belanja us eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;my brother made a cake for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;and i made a mummy's card. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt this exam is taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of my time.&lt;br /&gt;it seriously feeling uncomfortable with exams in my life.&lt;br /&gt;it's like bothering my life.&lt;br /&gt;it was so so so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna mention about exams.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FREE FROM THE FIRST DIAGNOSTIC&lt;/span&gt;.=D&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRST AND THE FIRST AND THE FIRST&lt;/span&gt; diagnostic okayy.&lt;br /&gt;i still have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOADS &amp;amp;&amp;amp; TONS OF EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, got a birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;it was an uncle form US.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i and my mum went to my aunty's house.&lt;br /&gt;chris jie jie bought julian a transformers.&lt;br /&gt;julian broke the arms. and he cried.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then we were saying about him.&lt;br /&gt;keep on crying.&lt;br /&gt;then, he heard what we said and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"i no 'ham'."(i didn't cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one of the aunty said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;you no ham? if you no ham you wouldn't be crying here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way the aunty said very funny.&lt;br /&gt;julian continued crying.&lt;br /&gt;i went home and he still crying.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE DAY PART TIME HOUSEWIFE ON 12 MAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh!&lt;br /&gt;i cooked a soup only. =B&lt;br /&gt;but of course got meat and vegetables lah.&lt;br /&gt;it's in the soup.&lt;br /&gt;the soup called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A-B-C SOUP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, phuikei aka teddy bear didn't went to maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking and playing with lingyean the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;something funny happen.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was reading the question.&lt;br /&gt;she read &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDMOTHER &lt;/span&gt;instead of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDFATHER&lt;/span&gt;. then read read read,&lt;br /&gt;got the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;. then teacher said ohh sorry is grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to let her finish her sentence but she corrected herself liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SMARTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to kasturi.&lt;br /&gt;walked with aileen.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRST TIME EHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;INCREDIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking talking talking.&lt;br /&gt;when want to cross road, my mind was not concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;the car was slowing down and let the people cross.&lt;br /&gt;but i was still dreaming didn't cross.&lt;br /&gt;aileen already cross i was still at the same road.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;then she was like aiyohs.&lt;br /&gt;i also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIYOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it happen twice.&lt;br /&gt;and aileen said i must hold your hand and walk liao.&lt;br /&gt;swtt! became a kid liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kasturi, sat with joey&amp;amp;&amp;amp; aileen.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALKED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHISPERED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;DREAMT&lt;/span&gt;,AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;i kept on drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL BECAUSE OF THE SAUSAGE MOUTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i was entertaining my mouth more than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;sighh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhyahh! chiuyee, your locker key is with me.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't give it back to you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here. =B&lt;br /&gt;got tuition ler later.&lt;br /&gt;need to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5059056910607462345?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5059056910607462345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5059056910607462345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5059056910607462345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5059056910607462345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-blast-after-all.html' title='it was a blast after all!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-6509742882853024261</id><published>2008-05-08T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:32:51.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams shoo away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my ear is sticking with: big big world by emilia&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my mood: dreaming mode.&lt;br /&gt;random: just bottle up the love and bring it to an island of its own.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;helllooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yahh. very long time didn't blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;exams ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i have been kissing alot of books this few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so i will be updating a short short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPER SHORTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wanna wish woo a happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;although it was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU MONSTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm addicted to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;big big world by emilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's nice although it's quite long already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today i had maths paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's like strangling my brain off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't know what to do with my history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HISTORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE COME AND DATE MY BRAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MY BRAIN IS PRETTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DATE WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I PROMISE YOU WON'T REGRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dating my brain won't take you long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the maximum time it will take you is just 3 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you will make a better life with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;date my brainnn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ArtistLabel" class="primaryColor"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-6509742882853024261?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/6509742882853024261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=6509742882853024261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6509742882853024261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/6509742882853024261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-shoo-away.html' title='exams shoo away!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-5001270907396676890</id><published>2008-05-05T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:13:08.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my little human!</title><content type='html'>my ear i sticking with: P.S. I LOVE YOU- the all-american rejects&lt;br /&gt;my mood : lingyean made me lifeless. =)&lt;br /&gt;random: i want to go bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hellooooo~&lt;br /&gt;yahh. i'm too desperate for a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;i came back from school quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i can't go to the toilet at all.&lt;br /&gt;there's someone repairing my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;came in the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;eventhough it's already finishing repair, i still&lt;br /&gt;don't want to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not comfortable with the unknowns in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAK ME OUTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE SCHOOL TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was chinese and tamil paper.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'M GONNA FAIL OKAY.&lt;/span&gt; so just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CONGRATS ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;i will say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i was hanging with joey and esther.&lt;br /&gt;was talking and talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths i was doing my sivik poster.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher caught me doing other works.&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me to do the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was like crapping to me but i didn't hear what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;so i went and do the question. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE ART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always have fun during art period.&lt;br /&gt;i was drawing my logo last minute.&lt;br /&gt;and my logo was disfigured and out of shaped.&lt;br /&gt;i drew rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;but the colour i just main tembak.&lt;br /&gt;esther told me that my colours for the rainbow is not arranged.&lt;br /&gt;i said yahh. i'm just following my mood. i want to colour what and i just colour.&lt;br /&gt;esther was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SWT! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; SPEECHLESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paint a small orange line on joey's face.&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;br /&gt;in fact the tip of my hair got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;see. i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIGHLIGHTED MY HAIR. FREE HIGHLIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;joey said if let puan nancy see she sure will catch you!&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NVM FREE HIGHLIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;i brought my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITTLE HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to art room.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do it for sivik.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;esther finished washing the brushes and she just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;SWING THE BRUSHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the water&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; TERKENA MY LITTLE HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked esther to let go of my little human.&lt;br /&gt;then she said, if i let go it will fly.&lt;br /&gt;i said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET IT FLY! LET GO MY LITTLE HUMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she let go and my little human flew.&lt;br /&gt;i picked it up.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I SKIPPED MY ORAL TEST FOR 11 TIMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee! i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ONE HAPPY FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my little human.&lt;br /&gt;the more i colour the little human, the more i ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna study jor lah. byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-5001270907396676890?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/5001270907396676890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=5001270907396676890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5001270907396676890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/5001270907396676890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-little-human.html' title='my little human!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-7815040690970697951</id><published>2008-05-04T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:55:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you like i miss my smelly ages pillow!</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with :期待你的愛-林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;my mood : shutting my own mouth&lt;br /&gt;random: I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE MY PILLOW.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;helloooooo~&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;exam is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i help number 41 to do something.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;but not going to mention about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i wish my exam is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;so i can hang out with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i miss the old times i hang out with them almost every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i miss the basketball time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i miss basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i miss you like i miss my old smelly pillow. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i miss my primary friends like i miss my sweet memories with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i miss my sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish the time will stop at the moment although it is fake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-7815040690970697951?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/7815040690970697951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=7815040690970697951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7815040690970697951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/7815040690970697951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you-like-i-miss-my-smelly-ages.html' title='i miss you like i miss my smelly ages pillow!'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-87020353689319748</id><published>2008-05-03T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:17:26.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVED TO BE NERD.</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with : gone so young-amber pacific&lt;br /&gt;my mood: in a laughing mood. =B&lt;br /&gt;random: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;clip the fringe up and be nerd at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, woke up early.&lt;br /&gt;because got maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;my dad woke me  up at 8.40am.&lt;br /&gt;siiao.&lt;br /&gt;my tuition at 10 ehh.&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming. =(&lt;br /&gt;went and eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;ate bread only.&lt;br /&gt;during eating, i was just staring into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SO LACK OF WORKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called phuikei to come down.&lt;br /&gt;she said tuition at 12.00 then i was like&lt;br /&gt;ehh yahor. i still remember is 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;then after that lingyean called me and said tuition 10am.&lt;br /&gt;i was like ohmann!&lt;br /&gt;i quickly called phuikei.&lt;br /&gt;=.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my maths text book in school.&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;lend lingyean's book. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition went and eat lo mai kai.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i was reading panas salju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M ADDICTED TO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fetching my sister from office,&lt;br /&gt;went to O.U.G. to eat tong sui.&lt;br /&gt;yummyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ADDED 10KG??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, i didn't do much things.&lt;br /&gt;but the time is passing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum cooked fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;my brother made pumpkin soup.&lt;br /&gt;nicee!&lt;br /&gt;but the pumpkin soup too much pepper.&lt;br /&gt;C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop now.&lt;br /&gt;because because i want to watch a funny show.&lt;br /&gt;=DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-87020353689319748?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/87020353689319748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=87020353689319748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/87020353689319748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/87020353689319748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-loved-to-be-nerd.html' title='I LOVED TO BE NERD.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-797722971915692895</id><published>2008-05-02T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:41:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my paper heart is in a puzzle game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my ear is sticking with : no promises- shayne ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my mood : mixed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;random: i just did the wrong decision for twice. you seriously didn't stick to your promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the whole day, i don't feel comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i'm having stomach pain for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WHOLE STRETCH DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;today had bm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;teacher kept telling us stories and jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i seriously enjoying her classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i did my revision maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;study study study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;geography=nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;recess, just ate nuggets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;was trying out the keys with esther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sivik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;did revision on maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;=.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bimbingan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;went to library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;was chit chatting and doing revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so many juniors in the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pengacau betull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;after school, went to kasturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;went to 2b class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sat with esther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sejarah was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;teacher made us laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;science was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the teacher said the ****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i thought i heard the wrong thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;*this post is super short. sorry. moodless to blog lah. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-797722971915692895?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/797722971915692895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7813097255935768196&amp;postID=797722971915692895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/797722971915692895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7813097255935768196/posts/default/797722971915692895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-paper-heart-is-in-puzzle-game.html' title='my paper heart is in a puzzle game.'/><author><name>Liew Ee Va</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12875753303295945702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-2111866764277964832</id><published>2008-05-01T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:01:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me alive back please!</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with : little miss obsessive-ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;my mood: singing mood!&lt;br /&gt;random : i feel like a little girl trying to conquer my whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;helloooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;yahh! i'm in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGING MOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little miss obsessive by ashlee simpson is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;SUPERB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up at 8.oo am&lt;br /&gt;my mum woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;because i got tuition at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired until don't know how to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday slept late.&lt;br /&gt;reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Panas Salju"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep after reading a few pages.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;too desperate for a storybook.&lt;br /&gt;so went and grabbed that book.&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate mihun for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;then, went around the garden to get a hibiscus.&lt;br /&gt;need it for science experiment.&lt;br /&gt;we go take in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PUBLIC AREA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for lingyean.&lt;br /&gt;saw so many unknows went into the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;=.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paid my fees.&lt;br /&gt;then the teacher wrote at my book there&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; TQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw 7O.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought my fees was seventy ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;i just brought sixty.&lt;br /&gt;so i said harh seventy!?&lt;br /&gt;then the teacher said is TQ.&lt;br /&gt;i was like =.='''!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a baby looks like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHIN CHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CUTTEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;SERIOUSLY LOOKS LIKE SHIN CHAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course there's different.&lt;br /&gt;the baby is MINI shin chan!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;someone please make me alive back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7813097255935768196-2111866764277964832?l=sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaholicsday.blogspot.com/feeds/2111866764277964832/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813097255935768196.post-998128050561068043</id><published>2008-04-30T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:19:13.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving me alone just like that?</title><content type='html'>my ear is sticking with : my paper heart- The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;my mood : normal and standard.&lt;br /&gt;random : i wasn't prepare for what's coming into me!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was really a lifeless day.&lt;br /&gt;i did almost everything without my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i concentrated on bm.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;because we were discussing about our bm essays.&lt;br /&gt;teacher was making us happy with the essays we did.&lt;br /&gt;because everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;learned again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored with history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiuyee went and made my shirt lost a button.&lt;br /&gt;idiot laa.&lt;br /&gt;she go pull my t shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and the button came off.&lt;br /&gt;EEEKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bengkel.&lt;br /&gt;didn't finished up my project yet.&lt;br /&gt;i was kikir-ing my wood.&lt;br /&gt;while i was kikir my wood, i accidentally kikir my fingernail.&lt;br /&gt;although my fingernail is short but i STILL CAN KIKIR IT.&lt;br /&gt;poor my fingernail.&lt;br /&gt;it's disfigured liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to kasturi.&lt;br /&gt;we had PRESENT HUNTING.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;i helped esther to hunt a present for her sister.&lt;br /&gt;we hunt until half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;luckily she made up her mind and bought the pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in kasturi, went to 3a class.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to ss der.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't managed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;because got ALOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the day was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;history we used the projector to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography.&lt;br /&gt;boredyy!&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was just reading out from the text book.&lt;br /&gt;=.-&lt;br /&gt;then joey asked her what's coming out for dignostik.&lt;br /&gt;then she said, i cannot tell. study yourself.&lt;br /&gt;idiott!&lt;br /&gt;we all were like so pissed off with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths.&lt;br /&gt;was passing letter with esther.&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;we were saying random things on the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ert. quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher wrote masyarat instead of MASYARAKAT.&lt;br /&gt;the student go tell teacher MASYARAT.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher was telling MASYARAKAT in a loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;she did the spelling wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;checked the test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br
