<?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-7311070237150721420</id><updated>2012-02-10T12:17:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the Lines</title><subtitle type='html'>And Hearts....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2510498200979493976</id><published>2012-01-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:35:07.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domino Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The metal chains and bondages were clanging. The wheels were losing and threatened to rebel against its predestined path. Every moment was filled with pregnant silence as each individual wrapped their heads around the terrifying sounds. The atmosphere erupted into figures of panic as we realized what was happening. The carriage started tipping precariously to the right. Luggage flung in various directions; whether by flurried minds or the unorthodox movement of the carriage we will never know. My fingers clung onto the arm rest. All my concentration focused on my knuckles morphing to white. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; People say your life flashes by when encountering death. All I could see were my tears and frustration because I didn’t know why they were present. Refusing to admit that I was paralyzed by fear, I stood. I regretted my decision immediately. The momentum of our carriage crashing into the one in front of us resulted in involuntary reactions of bodies flicked, as a finger would a miniscule paper ball, onto the nearest surface. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My head hit, now rubble, a metal wall. My torso convulsed from the impact. My eyes threatened to shut. Fear ripped through my nervous system, I forced my lids to stay open. Before we could inhale, the carriage toppled and landed right side down on the ground. Already on the right side initially, I didn’t have far to fall. Those who were on the left could not say the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The art of physics are too complicated to grasp but by tipping to the right, reacting forces pushed the opposite direction. Before my own eyes, conscious and unconscious beings broke and flew out the window to the exterior. With the meager senses I had left I realized that continuous crashing of glass and metal hitting soil from the front signaled a domino effect. Fear held me by the leash knowing we weren’t a breath’s away from danger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Within a heartbeat, every carriage of the train had formed a parallel formation, horizontal against the track. We braced for yet another impact. Mouths formed to emit screams. Facial grooves formed pain, fear, shock. Dread. Dread damped itself onto every individual. I saw everything happening, every second magnified, every sound non-existent. The roof and floor of our cabin slammed in towards each other. It formed a suffocating cocoon. Carriages burst into each other, forming a mesh, a collage of white and broken orange stripes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heavy darkness sank on me. It took everything in me to picture Maya, in my arms. Screaming for my brain to move any part of me only in vain. Every inch of me was disappearing. I knew I couldn’t keep the image of my baby much longer. Her body faded into just her face. I concentrated on her smile, blinding with overflowing joy. Her hazel eyes were the last thing I saw, milky and soft, inviting me to never leave her gaze. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;101 people died on the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of June 1998 in the Eschede train disaster caused by a fracture in the wheel. In memory of those who tried to fight to survive, to go back to their friends and families. To witness, experience and withstand terror, holding on in hopes to see their loved ones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STKQnQJZIqA/TwWsWZAUhzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VGP1LL5xcKI/s1600/Eschede1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STKQnQJZIqA/TwWsWZAUhzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VGP1LL5xcKI/s320/Eschede1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7311070237150721420-2510498200979493976?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2510498200979493976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2510498200979493976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2510498200979493976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2510498200979493976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2012/01/domino-effect.html' title='Domino Effect'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STKQnQJZIqA/TwWsWZAUhzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VGP1LL5xcKI/s72-c/Eschede1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8528560771253276057</id><published>2011-03-05T09:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:17:59.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 : My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>A best friend to me says that you are the one closest being to someone. It is a relationship that has no barriers and no secrets. It tells you that this relationship is not merely a matter of asking "How are you?" or "I'm sorry.. I'm here for you okay?". It's a relationship where you take a stand for the other no matter her wishes because you believe that she or he deserves it. It is a relationship where even though you greet them with a mean nickname every morning, they never leave you because underneath it all they know that you love them so much more than they will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;To my everlastingly loving sister and best friend :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;May Foong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for always being there. No matter what the situation was. For always somehow understanding my situation, no matter how absurd. You have this quality or quiet composure and strength that pierces through the people you're with to assure &amp;nbsp;them they don't have to go through the problem alone. You represent the hope that I will never have to go through things all alone, be it good or bad. Gosh.. I miss going into a mall with you and just walking. We haven't done that in sooooo long. You better get your ass back here quick! I miss you! ='D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not as close to me as I'd like, che. If I could I'd really want to live with you so I could constantly hang out with you, be with you. =] I miss the times where we just fall over laughing because of how hilariously a passer by dressed. I miss going to school with you, hanging out on the step in front of my class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being with me through the good and the bad. Thank you for somehow tolerating me. I want you to know that I treasure you with all I have and I cannot stand the thought of losing you. I'm sorry for taking you for granted because truth is I could not have faced all the times I've had without you. I love you, che. Thank you for all the times we've had thus far. I promise you there will be more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all I have in me and with all I have to give, I love you to bits! =] I keep you with me everywhere I go as a precious reminder that I'm so lucky I don't have to go through the pleasant and dreadful times alone. I don't know what else to do but just thank you a million times over and tell you that to the end of the earth, I will. =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. Please come back soon so that we can really have fun together.. =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Best friends; they are life's blanket so that you will never feel the bitter cold or the sting of pain in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With tons of hugs and kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melz-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8528560771253276057?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8528560771253276057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8528560771253276057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8528560771253276057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8528560771253276057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 : My Best Friend'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1189628348915145615</id><published>2009-05-10T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:20:34.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not   " D "</title><content type='html'>It's not exactly distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm changing... Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about how I'm handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about how I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about being exposed to a new environment where I simply cannot or refuse to blend in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're afraid of me changing. I am too. Why do you think I've avoided people that could and would influence me to cross the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to change. If I do, I would and will lose everything that I have in my life now. Including you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I change I would look at things differently and feel and react differently. I know what change does to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know what finding out things you never knew about your loved one does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along that you are complicated, hard to read, have depth that is bottomless,  and unique. Different from any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to be wary. I knew I had to take care because I could easily hurt you without realizing it. I was trying to do so. Have managed to pull through until this present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I nearly lost you. I almost  lost all that I have been craving for all my life. I almost lost my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to know you more, to know every single detail. I want to be able to understand what you're feeling and what you crave for the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to learn them by hurting you. I don't want your dreams to crash and burn because of what I didn't realize I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make you feel as if I'm trying to push you away or I'm putting someone else before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, love, please understand that I have never met anyone like you and I never will. Sometimes, I get afraid of the things that I have yet to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if I don't know it now, I will find out by other means and regret my whole life for affecting you in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think you're better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, even when everything was alright, it hurt to know that I don't know what I'm doing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how far deep I confused you and hurt you until you told me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I truly and deeply am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not leaving.. I can't.. I can't bare to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you as much as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Izz.. I'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of what is going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I'm bound to hurt you again. I don't know if I can explain why I did it because with you, everything is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, everything is exquisite. With you, my world just shines. With you, every single thing I do is worth it because I do it for you. With you, it's complicated and complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile not because your voice doesn't help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile not because I don't love or I don't know if you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile not because I cannot be strong for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, your voice does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I know you love me and I know you understand me more than anyone else I've known. I know we can make this last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I can be strong for you because you're still with me after all I've done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't smile because I hate myself for treating you the way I treated you. I can't smile because I know I shouldn't have done it but I did it anyway. I can't smile because I dragged you into something we didn't need to face on top of all the problems we do face because of distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you Izzy. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really and truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as big as you want it to be but that's all the strength I have in me to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times for you, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for everything I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I love you this much that I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. AhAw S2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1189628348915145615?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1189628348915145615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1189628348915145615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1189628348915145615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1189628348915145615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-d.html' title='Not   &quot; D &quot;'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2523406157160716585</id><published>2009-03-29T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:27:19.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No End</title><content type='html'>Love does not end unless you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't end even if you're both sepearated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as a Break Up if you still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both still have each other as long as you are willing to give yourselves for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will go to all ends of the world for a loved one, and trust me, that will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to go through hardships in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may go through more difficult ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But together, you will get through it. No matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will work out if you both want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can do miracles. You just have to start believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe God will be there to help the both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that friends will be there to help you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we have our shoulders ready for you to lean or cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you're doing this to mke it through to a better ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have confidence and be assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assure each other in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have secret moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the future where things will get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have strength to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a strong heart and once in a while when all seems at loss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a stubborn and ungiving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS HAVE LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;A dedication. You know who you are. We all love you and will always be here for the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7311070237150721420-2523406157160716585?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2523406157160716585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2523406157160716585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2523406157160716585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2523406157160716585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-end.html' title='No End'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-90192753561565387</id><published>2009-03-21T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:23:24.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand Apologies</title><content type='html'>You know I've tried and tried, again and again and yeah.. You've guess it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just never found anything to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. Really really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left this blog to die here. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least give me credit for at least doing it now? Even if it is lame.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been back for a long time. I'll probably see all of the guys at the Anugerah Cemerlang next Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see many teachers as well. Itching to know how everyone is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight. Freaking out... Phew... *gasps for air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Okay.. I can do this!! Just be like a white and be engrossed in the music and my short, stumpy, fat fingers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you guys how it goes. You know the Musical thingy starts at 6pm but there is athletics practice at 5pm? God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming.. *YAY!!!* 3 weeks to myself and anything I want to do! Heh.. Not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how it goes la. But term end next week. I simplay can't wait. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this post long enough?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bbppzz!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kalau Hati ini Selimut, Hidup dan Dirimu tidak akan pernah Kedinginan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-90192753561565387?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/90192753561565387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=90192753561565387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/90192753561565387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/90192753561565387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/thousand-apologies.html' title='A thousand Apologies'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5490283926728401528</id><published>2009-03-01T17:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:13:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pounds, 9 ounces, 250 grams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cryptic messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lies. No deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No underneath message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No double-faced act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet so simple to understand and comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to believe&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3 innocent beautiful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Izz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing attached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;not daftness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not merely speaking a joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5490283926728401528?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5490283926728401528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5490283926728401528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5490283926728401528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5490283926728401528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='2 pounds, 9 ounces, 250 grams'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-3515473528157670076</id><published>2009-01-26T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:21:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year guys.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Joe Ee's blog, I feel obliged to blog about recent updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTJ had their cross country last Friday. 3.5 km. 2 flights of steps, 4 fields. Complicated. All on the grounds of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went fine. Was actually a good day. Sunway Lagoon trip will be for Jawahir girls as our housemistress said we earned it.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I see you guys there if I tell you what time we'll be there and what not? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. Mum, Dan and I had our "special" reunion dinner yesterday. Everybody on the chinese side is at London this year. So we had Pizza for dinner yesterday. Way to promote the Chinese New Year spirit man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Actually.. I'm not really in the mood. Nothing special about this holiday. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Last wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a prosperous new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-3515473528157670076?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3515473528157670076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=3515473528157670076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3515473528157670076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3515473528157670076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4229189934629424644</id><published>2009-01-09T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:57:55.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Looks like everybody has new year resolutions and many that I know from Mutiara are gone. Okay, fine. Not many. But still?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results day was a surprising explosion of being terrified, calm and excited all in one go. =]&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask that "famous question". I won't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everyone is in form 4, I can finally relate my studies with you. BIG relief, trust me. I'm stuck here again. It has only been 5 days and i'm getting sick of studying already. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit I'd rather study than not. Sigh. Kinda feel like I want everything to just stop so I can take a moment and just, breathe. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poof* Here comes reality. Back to the non-stop buzz. One of my friends here at KTJ is really homesick and she's decided to go back to her old school. Lucky much? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the theme for this month's game event is Cross Country. So, every other day we'll be running. Thighs actually hurt. After 5 days! Never was the sports kinda girl, what do you expect? Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think there is anything else to update about. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later and study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;143,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4229189934629424644?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4229189934629424644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4229189934629424644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4229189934629424644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4229189934629424644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-3418689623005289822</id><published>2009-01-03T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:17:45.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Who Else?</title><content type='html'>Directions : Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose five people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave a comment (''You're tagged!'') and to read your blog, you can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Am an absolute chocolate maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two :&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have one blood brother but many " sisters and brothers ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Weird Inside and Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Learned to love and trust someone other than my sisters and brothers completely on the 09.04.08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Loved music more after that date as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six :&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Loves BR ice-cream best among all the other ice-cream brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I have a someone in my life which I cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ambition- To be a Gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Detests Rats and Cockroaches to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten :&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Blue, Red and Black are my favorite colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hope to have what I/we have now till time stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fell in love with the song "A little too not over you" by David Archuletta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I admit i'm happy I didn't let anyone down with my PMR results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wishes to be someone who is comfortable in every surrounding and adapts well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Being in KTJ makes me treasure time at Home more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen : &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If Izzy ever does this again.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-3418689623005289822?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3418689623005289822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=3418689623005289822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3418689623005289822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3418689623005289822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2009/01/directions-once-youve-been-tagged-you_03.html' title='Tagged by Who Else?'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8796004839231141063</id><published>2008-12-22T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:18:10.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Stand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm hoping that this ain't too hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cause baby you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know it gets hard when I'm moving in and out of state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But I promise my heart for you I would save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just remember that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No matter how far I go (Go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And no matter how long it takes (Takes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No one or nothing can change (Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Forever yours.Here I stand (Stand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here I stand baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're like a mirror to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But a queen (My queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And finally now I know just what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're the blessing I never thought I would get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And to the Lord I humbly bow my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just remember that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No matter how far I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And no matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No one or nothing can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Forever yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Here I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every since you came...(Since you came along)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It seems like...(Couldn't get it right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah, I felt I sunk so low that there was no way I could be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Never thought love would find me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And when we make love...(Everytime you give)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ohh...(Give to me your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Give...You make me feel a way I've never felt with no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm telling you that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No matter how far I go.(Go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hey...See, no matter how long it takes, yeah.(Takes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No one or nothing, nothing baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Change)Never change the way I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm your man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Listen, see forever yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All yours.Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I stand.(Stand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No matter how far I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And no matter how long it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No one or nothing can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forever yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD AM I COPYING SO MANY SONGS?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.. I love this song though.. Err.. Love the lyrics actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY IZZ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry I didn't put this up yesterday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was kinda busy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless, Izz.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a wonderful 16th year.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;143..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8796004839231141063?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8796004839231141063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8796004839231141063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8796004839231141063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8796004839231141063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-stand.html' title='Here I Stand..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7038487849596301380</id><published>2008-12-10T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:03:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky.. I'm in Love with My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do you hear me, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I hear your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, fell the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;And though the breeze is through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;Let the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to be in a relationship with you.. At every level and in every way..&lt;br /&gt;I never want to lose that and will always strive to cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7038487849596301380?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7038487849596301380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7038487849596301380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7038487849596301380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7038487849596301380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-hear-me-im-talking-to-you-across.html' title='Lucky.. I&apos;m in Love with My Best Friend'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-344377193786769869</id><published>2008-12-08T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:31:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken, Unuttered..</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with Pri yesterday. We talked about stuff and she suddenly asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pri.. You don't or rather, didn't blog frequently either, you know.. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is try to get out as much as possible. I miss seeing you guys and I still haven't! God.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!! There is nothing left to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. I give up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!! Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Someone please call me and ask me out!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-344377193786769869?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/344377193786769869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=344377193786769869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/344377193786769869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/344377193786769869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/12/unspoken-unuttered.html' title='Unspoken, Unuttered..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-301814119400211288</id><published>2008-11-28T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:48:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints..</title><content type='html'>A man died and he went to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God kept a view of footprints of when He had walked beside that man through out the man's whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then noticed a long stretch where there were not two pairs of footprints ( God's and his ) but only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he remembered that years ago, he had gone through a lot of pain and suffering. His wife died and he grew frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned and asked God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, why is it that in the time of need, in the time of pain you weren't there for me? It shows right there in the timeline. There is only one set of footprints. Why did you leave me to suffer? Why did you let me go through the sadness and let my hopes be crushed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord gave him a loving smile and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" There were only one set of footprints because they were mine. I was carrying you.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once think that God has abandoned you. He is always there, whether it is on the right, left, above, beneath or simply carrying you. Trust in him. It's worth it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. 2 days more.. Mmmm.. 1 more day till home.. 2 more to my pillow.. =' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience.. Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;143 Izz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-301814119400211288?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/301814119400211288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=301814119400211288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/301814119400211288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/301814119400211288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/footprints.html' title='Footprints..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5154134826068716376</id><published>2008-11-22T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:11:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps and Bruises</title><content type='html'>You know it's funny when you look back into your past posts on the blog. It feels very ridiculous to have written what I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you learn from mistakes. And we have to start from somewhere right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has regrets. And I have one that I really can't let go of. Up till now, I still don't understand how is it that  I could have wasted so much time on such an absurd thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybbe I should learn not to be so blind. Try to think more openly and wisely, penetrating new walls to find the right answers and resolving them with the appropriate actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've learned to grow up. I think I have to start making my own choices. I have to make my own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. =] See what this KTJ has done to me? Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to bear in mind. Dan't blame others for your failures, Don't give credit for your achievements. Notice the word YOUR. Take credit for what you have rightfully earned and worked hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Self-motivating myself here. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5154134826068716376?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5154134826068716376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5154134826068716376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5154134826068716376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5154134826068716376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/bumps-and-bruises.html' title='Bumps and Bruises'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4596180422809970287</id><published>2008-11-22T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:45:54.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4596180422809970287?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4596180422809970287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4596180422809970287&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 Days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;143, love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5914310015593239802?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5914310015593239802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5914310015593239802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5914310015593239802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5914310015593239802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdown_21.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5429317658025427040</id><published>2008-11-20T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:47:55.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Izzy</title><content type='html'>1. What's your most favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ God&lt;br /&gt;~ Family&lt;br /&gt;~ Circle of dear ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just once. Will never happen again. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ I'll tell you when I find out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Yup, God made it, Science proved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Achieving what i think is impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Yeah, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think that the person who tag you, like to play kidnapping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Ask him.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Losing him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Not spending everyday like my last day on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a secret crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever had incidences where you would want to turn back the clock and redo what you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Yes, I have.. Plenty of times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Being loved and achieving greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ What everyone is looking for and what I've found. Just not with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Are you single/relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ In a relationship.. Izz&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ It is between us and us only. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ I allowed him to pull me in after opening his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. What's your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ Being a Gynaecologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does friends means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~ People you can't live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. Make a total of 20 questions and tag 5 people. List them out at the end of the post.Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You... Yes larh!! You.. Lazy to put down names.. Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5429317658025427040?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5429317658025427040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5429317658025427040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5429317658025427040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5429317658025427040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-izzy.html' title='Tagged by Izzy'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2079469686197575372</id><published>2008-11-20T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:24:49.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                           9 Days....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;143, AI.. AhAw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2079469686197575372?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2079469686197575372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2079469686197575372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2079469686197575372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2079469686197575372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdown_20.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6522636830364301454</id><published>2008-11-19T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:08:26.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.. Devastating results..</title><content type='html'>Mmmm.. Results are back.. If I judge my marks with our government school grading it would be like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Math : E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog : C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music : A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the papers that I have got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM and BI are still not back yet.. Don't know what to expect..&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey tounament is next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mid-fielder.. God help me.. XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. End of term is 10 days away!! Count down starts!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] Catch you guys later.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;143&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love You.. AhAw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6522636830364301454?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6522636830364301454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6522636830364301454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6522636830364301454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6522636830364301454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-devastating-results.html' title='Results.. Devastating results..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4222297195030494116</id><published>2008-11-16T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:25:50.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Shows Through..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SR-SEoNpceI/AAAAAAAAANw/BDdCDCi4gIY/s1600-h/DSC01783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SR-SEoNpceI/AAAAAAAAANw/BDdCDCi4gIY/s320/DSC01783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269090697258562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God.. You guys look so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.... =] Suddenly everyone is good at posing geh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Xian.. Grabbed from your blog.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4222297195030494116?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4222297195030494116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4222297195030494116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4222297195030494116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4222297195030494116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-shows-through.html' title='Happiness Shows Through..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SR-SEoNpceI/AAAAAAAAANw/BDdCDCi4gIY/s72-c/DSC01783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5804459123359829729</id><published>2008-11-15T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:32:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Miss it.. Notice again I said Home.. Not House. Obviously I miss my sanctuary, my bed, and everything else. I was specifically talking about people though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, in the arms of my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, in the presence of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, in the presence of their laughter and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go back to KL . But came to Seremban, Ammachi's place. Appacha is getting better. No reason to worry anymore. But being optimistic, I've got December to look forward to. I have the whole month off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely be outings like mad. By official break after DOUBLE exams. Owh and btw, I'm am SOOO failing Add Math.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to add on, just for the sake of saying it, I'm in love with HSM songs.. I've been listening to "Can I have this dance" and "Right here, Right Now" throughout the whole day. Addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM candidates : Good Luck and All The Best. Sorry took me so long to wish you guys. Actually.. Is anyone here who visits my blog a Form 5 student?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. That's it I guess.. Nothing more to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later then.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm craving to be surrounded by your love again.. And I want my "pillow".. =' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S  Miss you guys.. All of you.. Will see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5804459123359829729?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5804459123359829729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5804459123359829729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5804459123359829729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5804459123359829729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2736359114942737823</id><published>2008-11-09T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:46:48.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In A Thousand Mists</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. Exams start tomorrow. Mine officially starts on Tuesday. It's the music exam.. Heheh. Never thought I'd be sitting for the exams so soon. But I asked for it anyway. So no grunts!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only subjects in the exam that I may be skipping is Chemistry and BM. Which leaves me with all the other subjects. Physics, Biology, Math, Add Math, English, Music and Geography. Pray for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. Grandpa is not well. I sort of don't know what to think anymore. You could say I am at the lost for thoughts. Grandma is worrying. Called her today. She sounded teary on the phone. You know it is so ironic. I am so close to her, yet so far. I wish I could drop by and visit her, give her a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. This is my personal let out space. Should have forewarned you. Oops.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. I miss house at KL. But I miss my Home even more. Miss my "pillow".. Heheh. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would put some effort into updating this blog. Turns out I don't have much to say. So I guess I'll be leaving you guys here with whatever I blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss the "CIRCLE"&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/7311070237150721420-2736359114942737823?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2736359114942737823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2736359114942737823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2736359114942737823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2736359114942737823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-in-thousand-mists.html' title='Lost In A Thousand Mists'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7731802045999633414</id><published>2008-10-29T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:25:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I run out of time...</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have said enough thank you's and hugs to every one of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that prayer che.. =' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain circle of dear/close ones in my life who have helped me through not only this tough time but plenty of obstacles and devastating times. There were also times when they lent a shoulder for me to cry on. They also happen to be the ones who moulded me, changed me, shaped me, to be the person I am today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Without her, I would have been very lonely throughout my primary school life. She taught me how to be gentle, how to care for others, how to think for others. She showed me real sisterly love. She shares a bond with me, and  I know I will never be afraid of loosing that with her. She was there when I found myself lost and wanting someone to touch  me and comfort me. I admit I still need her today. She blessed me with her love and care to the extent where I realized she is one component in my life I cannot live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Without her, I would have never ever thought I could have a daughter as a friend, best friend and a sister all in one. She was there when I acted stupid and she saved me from all the crash and burn scenes. If it wasn't for her I would have ended up hurting myself so badly, physically. She understood my need for comfort and a show of affection. She knew that I craved it from dear one who was close to me and understood me. She was always there with her arms wide open, ready to receive and soothe me.  On top of that, she also happens to be one who reads my mind when I can't speak on my own. My form 2 life would have been empty if she hadn't sat beside me. Now, whether not she's with me physically, I know she will ALWAYS be right next to me. And Lui.. It's vice versa as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Without him, I still would not be laughing today. I would still be a living corpse. He brought happiness into my life. He happened to be the light that guided me through that dark creepy path. In other words.. He saved me, and I found myself when he came into my life. He showed me that I could love again. He showed me that not all guys are cruel and insensetive towards a girls heart and feelings. He managed to gain my full trust even when I was so afraid of getting myself hurt again. I'm glad I chose to be with him. Clearly, my life has changed. He makes up my happiness and my soul in life. Definitely a need for survival. Know without a doubt that we have something I have never felt before, something I treasure so much that I cannot bear to EVER let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Without him, I would have a clean brain =P. Ok.. No.. He provided happiness but just sometimes, not really the right kind. He kept my mind open and he always provided entertainment and interest in life. He was always there if I needed to let out a secret. I can say with a clear conscience that I do not have any secrets from him. He happens to be my best friend as well as my brother. And I love that fact that we are close. He has definitely provided comfort and advice. Can't remember when but, yes he has.. =' ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Without her, I wouldn't have thought that any girl could be as sweet or as gentle or as CUTE  as her. She was always there to make not only me but US laugh, whether intentionally or not. Indirectly, whether she realized it or not, we learned to take care of others through her. Being the baby of the 'family' we older ones stepped up to play the role of taking care of her and guarding her.  She taught us how to care for one another in a very protective way. Till today, I cannot stand seeing her get hurt in ANY way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Without him, my sister would have never found happiness to this extent. He provided comfort and love to her which we close ones are so happy to see and admire. He has been a great friend and brother-in-law and I'm speaking on behalf of everyone here. He has always spiced up the scene even if the topic is about Spongebob.. -.- But he is definitely someone who will have an impact on one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Without her, I wouldn't have a stick to talk and share secrets with. I wouldn't have another place to let out what I feel and think. I share so many crazy stuff with her, which if I share to anyone outside the circle of dears, I would be put into a psychiatric ward.. XD Even then, I would have a dear one close to me, correct? =P But with her, I knoe I can be open, I know I can scream and weep., because she understands. But Dear.. Always know that I will always function as your personal let out box as well? =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these people so much.. All of them play a big part in my life. I cannot live without any one of them and that is how much they mean to me. Everyone one of them understands me and they accept me the way I am. I don't need to wear a mask to hide what lies within me. They see me for who I am and I love that fact. They make me be me and nothing else BUT me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say this before I head back. I wouldn't be able to blog as much when I am back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you one and all for EVERYTHING! You guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Made My Life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Che, Qin, Izz, Ian, Mui, Daniel M., Pri.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I love you guys.. Never forget that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7731802045999633414?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7731802045999633414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7731802045999633414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7731802045999633414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7731802045999633414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-i-run-out-of-time.html' title='Before I run out of time...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-3002865693840820397</id><published>2008-10-24T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:44:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Different Life</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this put at the Kolej here.. So.. Hey guys.. = ] Miss you all loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School here is OK. We follow the British system here so school hours are longer but vreak time and lunch time is longer as well. Studies are OK. Have a lot of catching up to do. I missed about 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, Add Math, Eng, Bio, Chem, and Music are the subjects so far I can say with full conscience that I love the subjects. Physics abd Geog, we'll have to wait and see. = ] Students are very interactive in sports here. Mainly because there's nothing else to do with your day unless you sms all the time like me. But yeah.. = ] Teachers here are fine. Especially like my Bio sir, Mr Hitchman and house mistress, Pn Syarifah. Wonderful lady, if I may say so myslef..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming home tomorrow. Have already planned on dates.. Heheh.. Haiz..  Will have to say final goodbyes and farewells. They're the same thing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to specifically say thanks to those who blogged about that last day we had together. Che.. Your words are worth a lifetime. Daniel, I know you will keep your promise. = ] Please take care. Qin.. Did you have to take those pictures? =' ] Thank you for the blog and everything you did on Sat. I agree with Izzy though.. You did capture little moments that mattered the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam... You WILL excell in Math. All you have to do is put your mind to it. After that it's just going with the flow. Get help from Mai and Venu. = ] Worse come to worse, ask Chiew Heng.. XD Haiz.. That's it I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Pri... It won't be the same, but it won't change to a life or death situation dear. You CAN live without me being physically there with you. And you WILL. Just remember to stay in touch once in a while. And oh.. I need to pass something to you. Please get it from Jun Qin or May Foong? Come to school one day and get it.. Just one day and you can skip the rest of the year, ok? Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the rest who contributed and cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update whenever I can. Catch you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-3002865693840820397?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3002865693840820397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=3002865693840820397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3002865693840820397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3002865693840820397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/10/whole-different-life.html' title='A Whole Different Life'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-842423911765658335</id><published>2008-10-16T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:13:25.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop it.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know what i'm going through please avoid asking stupid questions? It makes matters even worse. Why is it that you don't get that I'm not exactly aware of how to interpret the depression and chaos around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know I'm lying then you know my answer. If you keep on asking, you will never get it. Is it that hard to understand? All you have to do is shut up, turn around and walk away. I'm not saying that I don't need you in my life. Everyone matters, even if it is a miniscule measure of it. But I have more important poeple who sincerely care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be there for me if I ever fall and break. If you do not care enough to understand then just leave without uttering a word. It would help so much more. Understand that I do care for you. Understand that we are close. But not close enough. I don't think you will be able to understand my position. Me leaving won't really affect you or concern you for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, but sometimes I feel as if I have the right to scream at you, to tell you to mind your own business. But at this point of time, I don't have the strength to. The pain and hurt I'm feeling won't allow me to hurt others. But just because I don't blow up in your face doesn't mean that I like the way you're treating me. Can you understand that I don't want to talk about that topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try leaving all your dear ones behind and then come and pick a fight with me. Sometimes, I just wonder how people stand you. But I am strong enough to accept that Forgiveness is greater than Revenge or Anger. So there. I have proved that I still have the piece of mind to even acknowledge the existance of your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you don't understand my situation, just understand this one thing. I will make it very simple for you. Understand that I do not want to answer your questions about how I feel about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-842423911765658335?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/842423911765658335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=842423911765658335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/842423911765658335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/842423911765658335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-stop-it.html' title='Just stop it.'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7619077028648958639</id><published>2008-10-14T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:57:46.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Section C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Choose one of the novels above, then write about an incident that you think is important. Give reasons why you think the inscident is important. Support your answer with evidence from the novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on the novel The Phantom of The Opera by Gaston Leroux, I think the incident where Christine Dae'e kissed Erik is important. This incident also happens to be the climax of the story. This, in my opinion, is the heart of the whole novel. Christine is willing to marry Erik to live with him so that Raoul de Chagny, the love of her life, can live and be free. This gesture shows how powerful love can be. It shows that Christine really loves Raoul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that, Erik is also very moved by this gesture. Christine kissed him without even being asked to. That one kiss alone was all he needed to let Christine and Raoul go. Even his mother rejected him when he was a child. She wouldn't even look at him because he was so ugly. Christine kissing him is a far cry from that. He was never loved or shown love by anyone. That is why he was so touched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my prespective, this part of the story shows that you cannot judge a person by his  appearance and deny him of love. Erik was a mere man who also needed love, and more precisely, a woman's love. Christine potrayed the character that shoed him love in this novel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Furthermore, the incident also inflicts that love cannot be forced. Erik was forcing Christine to marry him and live with him. Because he was so desperate, he used Raoul as bait. He warned Christined that if she didn't marry him, Raoul would die. But in the end, a willing show of love was all that was needed to end Erik's search for love and acceptance. Erik was finally content with himself and the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!! =' ] I was inspired today.. Wrote close to 300 words there.  Was only supposed to write more than 50.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History tomorrow.. Goodness.. Lord have mercy on me!! Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Gtg.. Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;143.. Thank you for everything, love.. =' ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7619077028648958639?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7619077028648958639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7619077028648958639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7619077028648958639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7619077028648958639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6161777055429197186</id><published>2008-10-12T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:18:51.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unaccepted</title><content type='html'>Went to KTJ yesterday to buy the uniform. Don't ask me how much it cost. I just know it wasn't cheap =] . Dad saw me in the uniform and said he is very proud of me.. Said I must do well and try my best to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which.. I will.. Whether or not he told me to.. We then went to the registrar to talk to one of the admistration officers. I was supposed to pass a few documents to her. Found out that I will be going in Next week Sunday. So I get to be a student in Mutiara for another 5 more days.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't told many people. My own form teacher doesn't know.. Gosh.. Wonder how she'll react.. =S I have to get folios and school records from her I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have nothing to say.. This is actually the first time i'm talking about it so... Straight-forwardly.. If I can say so myself.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I'll leave you guys here.. With that news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all who are sitting for exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6161777055429197186?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6161777055429197186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6161777055429197186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6161777055429197186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6161777055429197186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/10/unaccepted.html' title='Unaccepted'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-650460967207579852</id><published>2008-09-27T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:13:37.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Speechless*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21SoYdudI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bh7lG7JrlZE/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21SoYdudI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bh7lG7JrlZE/s320/DSC01252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255055671893539282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, almost immediately after I came home, this picture was taken.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21SuFfkgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8aTNFyJRdMM/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21SuFfkgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8aTNFyJRdMM/s320/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255055673424581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the same day but at night... I stood on the bed to get good lighting and positioning.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21S1IG5TI/AAAAAAAAANA/gaCuZk_g1go/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21S1IG5TI/AAAAAAAAANA/gaCuZk_g1go/s320/DSC01270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255055675314595122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today afternoon.. Noticed the flowers bloomed? They are sooo Beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know.. I got flowers.. But for what?? Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh.. Can you keep a secret??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.. SO CAN I!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Heheh.. Sorry.. P&amp;amp;C..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just would like to point out that the person who did it is sooo sweet.. Sweet beyond words to express... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. Good Luck to those who will be sitting for PMR.. There really isn't any point in saying it.. Most of you guys won't be online to see this wish until after PMR.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love you, darling.. Thank you... So much.. =] Happy 6th anniversary.. Heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7311070237150721420-650460967207579852?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/650460967207579852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=650460967207579852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/650460967207579852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/650460967207579852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/speechless.html' title='*Speechless*'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SO21SoYdudI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Bh7lG7JrlZE/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5839370442370354685</id><published>2008-09-27T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:36:22.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Kerala airways already started… You don't believe me?..... See below…!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/WINSTO%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN40edTcDnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HtRqyJn4TAY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN40edTcDnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HtRqyJn4TAY/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250691913427455602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;It's meal time…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN4zCNVuILI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pW3_85TTrQk/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN4zCNVuILI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pW3_85TTrQk/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250690328594096306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;Air hostess….Ammini Rajappan always at your service…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN4yZTLvvVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fie4LS9491g/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN4yZTLvvVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fie4LS9491g/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250689625788235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD.. I'll leave you guys here.. Hahaha.. I wanted to ask Dad if it really goes exist.. Think I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5839370442370354685?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5839370442370354685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5839370442370354685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5839370442370354685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5839370442370354685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check This Out!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SN40edTcDnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HtRqyJn4TAY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5757049546871349822</id><published>2008-09-23T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:12:39.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow..</title><content type='html'>I'm worried for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on the right and the other on the left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you OK? Holding yourself up and sealing yourself behind that face is not easy.. I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, Done that.. But I guess it's human nature to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'll be here? I'll always have my shoulder here for you and if you need a hug.. You know who to look for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not the only one here for you.. You know those who will be.. I don't need to state them out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly.. I look up to you so much.. You know that? I don't know how your heart can stand so much and still be tender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a long wait and so many hurting incidents, people would expect you to give up and harden yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, you did.. But giving up was not an option was it? Haiz.. You still remained soft and you still felt and cared for everyone no matter how much it hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That.. THAT takes a lot of strength.. Also another paradox.. You're so strong yet so gentle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you have your limits too.. =] That's what I'm here for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is an absurd suggestion.. But try to study? Try not too think and stress yourself up too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said.. I'm worried.. On top of that, you're not feeling well.. Please take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Honestly.. I'll be here no matter what you choose.. Right or left or NEITHER.. But it hurts I know.. But you don't exactly have to choose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just know you love Right but.. You do have feelings for Left.. Confusing.. I know.. Painful...I know.. Agonizing and Patronizing.. I know.. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share your hurts and pains Dear.. But as much as I want to.. I know I can't.. You'd still hurt just as much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?!! I'm budging in.. I'm helping you carry the load.. I don't care if you don't want me to.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WILL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Know that we all love you Dear... And we will be here for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MATTER WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this post especially for you.. =] Thought you deserved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, Dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5757049546871349822?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5757049546871349822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5757049546871349822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5757049546871349822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5757049546871349822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow.html' title='Somehow..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1208810417477996905</id><published>2008-09-21T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:21:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I really like the lyrics of this song, not to mention the sound, rhythm and melody of the song.. =] This all adds up to David's sweet voice.. I like the pat where he pulls the "away".. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I hung up the phone tonight, Something happened for the first time, For the first time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                      It was a rush, what a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                          It's just too much, just too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                   Why do I keep running from the truth,  All I ever think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                         You got me hypnotized,  So mesmerized, And I just got to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                         [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       Do you ever think, when you're all alone, all that we can be, where this can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                  Am I crazy or falling in love, is it really just another crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                Do yo u catch a breath, when I look at you,  are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                        Coz' I'm trying n' trying walk away, but I know this crush ain't going away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Has it ever crossed your mind when we're hangin', spending time girl, are we just friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                    Is there more, is there more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                         See it's a chance we gotta take, cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                          Something that will last forever, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                               [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I fail to mention that I love the lyrics? Heeh.. =] "Rihanna- Cry" is also another song I've recently fell in love with.. Thanks to someone.. I've been falling for so many songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. PMR candidates? Hope you're surviving.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Stumble But Don't Fall, Get Dented But Never Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck and All the Best for your preparations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;143 S2 =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll let you read the essay tomorrow Dear.. That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; you come to school =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Whenever you come back to the web life Che, and if you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EVER&lt;/span&gt; read this post..&lt;br /&gt;        ~Just wanted to say I miss talking to you online and reading your UPDATED blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1208810417477996905?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1208810417477996905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1208810417477996905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1208810417477996905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1208810417477996905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7820436156778570241</id><published>2008-09-12T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:39:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detached from Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Move and Conquer &lt;/span&gt;starts next week.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gerak Gempur&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kamus Dewan (Edisi Ketiga)&lt;/span&gt; the word Gempur means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diserang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dibinasakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dihancurkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. Seriously.. If you were to replace either one of those three words directly into the sentence it would be very weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Move (Gerak) and Attack (Gempur) - Not too bad&lt;br /&gt;2. Move and Destroy - What the?? I would so loove to destroy PMR.. XD&lt;br /&gt;3. Move and Crumble - *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Let's just conquer.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sort of beating around the bush for no reason. Greak Gempur is supposed to be a test for students. We will have about 2-4 periods for each subject. Test papers will be given. Some subjects like History will be like an "open book" test. The other subjects.. Not sure. These tests will go on all the way till PMR. It's like a test frenzie.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Mum is not allowing me to go out.. Ish Ish... Maybe I should look at it from her point of view.. Why is it that I'm not allowed to go out? She's giving me too much freedom? She thinks I may go out of hand??... Forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blogging about anything that happened in life.. Well.. Depends on what your definition of Life is.. =] Mainly, I'm not doing it because it's P&amp;amp;C and I'm not in the mood to do it.. And sorry.. But I'm laying off that topic for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not be updating as frequently as I used to. PMR thing.. So.. If this blog gets boring, forgive me? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all PMR candidates.. All the best.. And God bless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study Hard or Don't Study At All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made that my motto when I was in form one.. Worked for me.. Heheh.. That's why you seldom see me studying XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sorry I can't make it.. But have fun! =] 143... S2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7820436156778570241?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7820436156778570241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7820436156778570241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7820436156778570241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7820436156778570241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/move-and-conquer-starts-next-week.html' title='Detached from Life'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4709945326415802723</id><published>2008-09-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:42:47.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything and Anything..</title><content type='html'>Funny when it happens... You know it's going to happen and you are fully aware of what's going around you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it normal to feel like you never realized till now how hurting it actually is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize.. It didn't exactly sink in until today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of stared out the window in school and I realized.. I'm never going to see this horrible view from the window ever again.. And I'm never going to complain about how is it so freaking hot in the afternoons when the sun starts glaring down into the classroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Then it just knocks me right down on my head.. The  fees are already paid for.. And I'm to call them after the exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... I realize.. My God.. It's real.. I can't believe it's real.. I thought.. For all this while it was just a bad dream.. Just some small thing nagging at the back of my brain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.. Now will be forever.. I wish what I have now.. Everyone and everything I have now will remain in my life.. I wish things didn't have to change this drastically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I start thinking.. How am I to deal with this situation? Does it need dealing with in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I to let things come and go or actually do something about it? CAN I do anything in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. That I can answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. I'm not going to let things come and go... Wait.. Let me rephrase that.. I'm not letting  you guys go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things.. Earthly things... If that slips out my hands then fine.. Let them slip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys slipping away from me is not an option..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear me?? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. A little emo today.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a sort of "talk- to - myself" thing.. So sorry.. Boring.. I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love you... S2 s2 S2 s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4709945326415802723?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4709945326415802723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4709945326415802723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4709945326415802723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4709945326415802723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-and-anything.html' title='Everything and Anything..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8067984283875890247</id><published>2008-09-02T15:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:37:13.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Passion</title><content type='html'>Passing you by,  each other just holding the other with our gazes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How agonizing and patronizing to have you look at me like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met long ago.. So long it seems as if it was another lifetime.. We had this bond.. That unbreakable and long lasting bond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you, I could not look away.. As much as I tried.. I could not deny the fact that it was love at first sight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back.. I know you changed my life in a way that nothing else could and would do.. And I'm grateful for that.. I realize that you were the one who put the passion of music into me.. You raised me up.. Teaching me and encouraging me.. Pushed me all the way through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were somehow always there when I needed you.. And at times, I know I hurt you really bad.. But through it all, you were willing to be with me.. Even if I broke parts of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking at you.. Because of what has happened.. I don't want to hurt you again.. I just don't dare to touch you.. What more hit you?!! I wouldn't be able to control myself if I even looked at you for too long.. You just have this pull that.. Just draws me to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I miss you.. But I know I would have to hurt myself if I hurt you.. Not only emotionally but also physically.. But it's hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you everyday!! You are always there never moving a single inch.. It's so hard to look away and force myself to stop longing.. My fingers just want to feel you.. Hear your voice under my touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just there always giving me a look that says.. "Come my dear.. Just come slowly.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would always reply.. "You know I can't.. Even if I don't hurt you, I would hurt myself.. And I'm afraid.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you say something different.. You ask me to come.. "Come dear.. Be it slow or running, just come and let go.. Let go of all of your fears and pain.. I'm ready for it.. I'm willing to break under you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about me? What if I'm not ready to hurt you? Please understand that being away from you is hard.. I have never been away from you for this long a time before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not ready.. Not yet.. I will come running when I know I'm ready.. But not now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love you.. You know I do.. Always have and always will.. My heart belongs to you.. I'm willing to give up my fingers that belong to Passion for you.. I can live without  Passion.. As long as I have you, love.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8067984283875890247?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8067984283875890247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8067984283875890247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8067984283875890247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8067984283875890247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-passion-that-i-cannot-hurt.html' title='My Passion'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6512909098958658098</id><published>2008-08-31T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:49:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten..</title><content type='html'>A veil hangs between two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us. You hate now, but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you're sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         *********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient and tough; Someday this pain will be useful to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;             *******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries in front of you, it means that she can't take it anymore...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); 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i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;If you take her hand, she would stay with you for the rest of your life;&lt;br /&gt;If you let her go, she can never go back to being herself anymore...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;A girl does not cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;Except in front of the people she love the most&lt;br /&gt;She becomes weak..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;A girl does not cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;It is only when she loves you the most, she pust down her ego.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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                }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Guys, if a girl cries because of you, please don't give her up &lt;br /&gt;Because of that/your decision, you might ruin her life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right in front of you,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;When she cry because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see and feel the pain and hurt she's feeling?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;Think....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;Which other girl has cried with pure sincerity&lt;br /&gt;In front and because of you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;She doesn't cry because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't cry because she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;She cries..&lt;br /&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain, hurt, and agony have become too big a burden to&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;be kept inside...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; 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&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;You might have indirectly cause her to change in person!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it. Because one day....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;It may be too late to say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;Don't do this to a girl,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's the only one that love YOU the most in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't end up being the one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURTING&lt;/span&gt; her the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) +  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      **************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words above.. Make any sense to you? It does to me.. =] Perfect sense.. Been there, done that.. Those closest understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6512909098958658098?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6512909098958658098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6512909098958658098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6512909098958658098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6512909098958658098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2904418040009162494</id><published>2008-08-30T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:59:20.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>Went out to Mid Valley yesterday.. Skipped school.. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my place at 10++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May and Eve came earlier to help me finish up the cake.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to LM and took the T407 to Bdr. Tasik Selatan. Then took the KTM to Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe we took 2 hours to get there.. Haha.. We were so afraid of taking the wrong train to Nilai/Seremban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Mid Valley and walked around in Gardens.. Hem.. Hem.. High Class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Mid Valley, walked around a bit, and then went into Pet's wonderland.. The hamsters were devastatingly adorable/cute!!!! There were so many other animals there but we were just tied to the hamsters.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;You ARE cuter than them!! To me.. Heheh.. S2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the food court.. MF took HK curry mee.. Eve and I took Penang curry mee, in other words, Penang har min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more.. Went into Romp.. We kept complaining and killing ourselves for not bringing more money.. Heheh.. Girls will be girls I guess.. Despite what you may think.. We didn't but anything... Oh I'm so proud of us!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to LM.. Took the same route home.. This time we only took 1 hour.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Daniel and we had drinks and ice cream at the Gilly cafe... A.. err.. Romantic restaurant?? =p Booths with curtains.. But see through curtains.. Hahah.. I shall just leave it there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess.. Today was boring.. All I did was sleep.. =] Yummy Sleep.. Ironic words.. Haiz.. I'm screwed.. XD Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss you, love.. 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Cecilia Ahern~ Thanks For The Memories : Mum's present... =]&lt;br /&gt;2. Cecilia Ahern~ A Place Called Here : Eve's present.. =]&lt;br /&gt;3. Ian McEwan &amp;amp; 'Adam' (XD) - Read on to know from who... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkxU8QBAWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qmkix7Zeie4/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkxU8QBAWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Qmkix7Zeie4/s320/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240273877262729570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=p.. And that's all I have to say.. heheh.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Well.. Not really.. 143, love.. S2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkwceKG8_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/1nkf7bMyMdI/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkwceKG8_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/1nkf7bMyMdI/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240272907112215538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake daddy's close friends bought... Soooo guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkwcu-nJjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vpl1OOO3Njg/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkwcu-nJjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Vpl1OOO3Njg/s320/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240272911627396658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found a vase and put them in.. They're dying.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkvtbuewZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8IZAyhOrTLQ/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkvtbuewZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8IZAyhOrTLQ/s320/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240272099005612434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one and only rose among the 15 that bloomed.. =] It looks so pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLktQcZv6jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oJi7xX8UcfQ/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLktQcZv6jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oJi7xX8UcfQ/s320/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240269401947630130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pri gave this.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLks51-eYtI/AAAAAAAAAII/DYjWCJjgRNk/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLks51-eYtI/AAAAAAAAAII/DYjWCJjgRNk/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240269013675565778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the inside.. And ohh.. They are HEAVENLY!!! Just bites of heaven.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLks6NJMntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/H2zFaJQRKKE/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLks6NJMntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/H2zFaJQRKKE/s320/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240269019894554322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the.. err.. You know la... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLksXESy0zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U_Q-L-QPefg/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLksXESy0zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U_Q-L-QPefg/s320/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240268416223466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Che's present has many stages..&lt;br /&gt;Stage 1 : Hearts, her "From : Ah Che" note and her mum's present to me, a necklace. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVbkrQwlpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RZ39RmsjnDI/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVbkrQwlpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RZ39RmsjnDI/s320/DSC01143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239194427161876114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stage 2 : A heart to heart letter from her heart to mine.. Sorry.. P&amp;amp;C.. Something I will never reveal.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVay8rqe9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mhhWfwHJZBk/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVay8rqe9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/mhhWfwHJZBk/s320/DSC01144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239193572844665810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stage 3 : Her actual present to me.. Ian McEwan - On Chesil Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVXWhz946I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6ys1OYg1jRk/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVXWhz946I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6ys1OYg1jRk/s320/DSC01145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239189786060514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stage 4 : Her design on the cotton and more hearts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Che.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVV0Dli7dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WCUZuylz90g/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLVV0Dli7dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WCUZuylz90g/s320/DSC01146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239188094319783378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errr.. Adam?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May and Eve bought this together.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQgmlBtDxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/g_0YEOtqPFQ/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQgmlBtDxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/g_0YEOtqPFQ/s320/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238848113685106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The note that came with the  roses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQgoT7TUpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B6gtrGnIPiA/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQgoT7TUpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B6gtrGnIPiA/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238848143454589586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow.. I love this picture.. =] My face is kinda red as well.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeSYNYjII/AAAAAAAAAGo/fGxSMNBoRvc/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeSYNYjII/AAAAAAAAAGo/fGxSMNBoRvc/s320/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238845567623793794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two mousse Jwa bought.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeSt6i03I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9GAONtBemJg/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeSt6i03I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9GAONtBemJg/s320/DSC01155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238845573450355570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad gave roses as well.. 15 of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeS84SumI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ap7WhLqnNNs/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeS84SumI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ap7WhLqnNNs/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238845577467443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeTCcJFHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/e3AUFn9l4_U/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQeTCcJFHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/e3AUFn9l4_U/s320/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238845578959983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooo... Shiny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQdm6YVqbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CwDDdB_vROs/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQdm6YVqbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CwDDdB_vROs/s320/DSC01159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238844820882303410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUeSV7PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L2oKFGKhkcg/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUeSV7PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L2oKFGKhkcg/s320/DSC01206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837907033550066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of the day.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUVRp2FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bzcgB-Dzv5w/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUVRp2FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bzcgB-Dzv5w/s320/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837904614742098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad's present.. Haiz... It's not fake.. Err.. The big D.. It's so sweet.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUlze4iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PvmCALrC0e8/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXUlze4iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PvmCALrC0e8/s320/DSC01176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837909051597346" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;Same one.. Just not so close up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXVOkG_zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kNzn8SLoGx8/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXVOkG_zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kNzn8SLoGx8/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837919992971058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first bite?? Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXVUB0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PzmOSTw3bjQ/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLQXVUB0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PzmOSTw3bjQ/s320/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238837921459749858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles.. Feel like a kid again!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say about Happy Tuesday.. =] I just know that it was a perfectly blissful day.. =] Thank you all for all you've done.. You know who you are.. I feel... so.. Heheh.. Touched?? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I do.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qin and the rest of the gang.. Err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Qin, MF, Eve, Dan M., Ian, Venu, Arvind G., Yee Khai, Tat Soon, Shareena, Hui Xian, Sam, Jia Ling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took part in the party planning and presents.. Haiz.. Don't know how many thank you's I have to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Sorry Ian.. I didn't mean to punch you.. It didn't really occur to me at that time that I should have hugged to as a sign of I love you and thank you for everything.. =] But then again.. It didn't hurt, did it? I hurt my fist... Not your arm.. So.. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yee Khai for the card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Venu, Sam, Xian and Qin for the bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, thank you for the.. err.. File.. Hahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the bear&lt;br /&gt;~Evon, Jia Ling, Ian, Qin, Arvind and... Haiz.. err.. E....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for all the best wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my day.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S. Thank My Love.. For the call and the gift and the wishes and the love and all you've given me.. I can never thank you enough... S2 143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-689394344129965537?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/689394344129965537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=689394344129965537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/689394344129965537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/689394344129965537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SLkx5fdpkrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ahV0ZVdDAWM/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7798718151748107719</id><published>2008-08-24T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:05:12.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENTION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to state in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY BIG LETTERS&lt;/span&gt; here... That....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Beloved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AH CHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KERRIE CHEAH MAY FOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is 15 TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ah Che&lt;/span&gt;.. Have a great day.. May &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; bless you and provide you with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Honor &lt;/span&gt;throughout not only this special day but through you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Know that we all love you, Dearest.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With many &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and I'm saying this on behalf of Evon, Chi Chi and Qin as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7798718151748107719?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7798718151748107719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7798718151748107719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7798718151748107719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7798718151748107719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-announcement.html' title='SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2455549774396121280</id><published>2008-08-19T02:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:35:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UOA Night News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnK3y2q8UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-KZ2UlR8UHw/s1600-h/Image006+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnK3y2q8UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-KZ2UlR8UHw/s320/Image006+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235939101687607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May Foong and I.. Honestly.. This is the best picture of the day.. =] May Foong looks so sweet... Don't scold me for saying that!! You do!! =p That would be Ron with the guitar.. Playing Secondhand Serenade.. Was freaking out when Ryan took this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnJdWxCg4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k1Ow_Xol25U/s1600-h/DSC02013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnJdWxCg4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k1Ow_Xol25U/s320/DSC02013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937547959567234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was late at night when everything was over.. Err.. I think that's me on the left.. Daniel next, May Foong, Xian with the phone taking the picture and Evon with "Peace to the world!!" =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnJdjWBQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ycVPrNkpnSA/s1600-h/Image001+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnJdjWBQjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ycVPrNkpnSA/s320/Image001+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235937551335899698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is really a weird picture.. Haha.. Ian wasn't supposed to be there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEyj9VTWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cyvFZmq8ipQ/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEyj9VTWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cyvFZmq8ipQ/s320/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932414719905122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. Maybe I should start explaining before you make assumptions.. Heheh.. Err.. That would be Ian on the right trying to "kiss" a freaked out Venu on the left.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEy_tZuqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YUkzzep5_0A/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEy_tZuqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YUkzzep5_0A/s320/DSC01099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932422169279138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freaked out Venu on the left, Monkey crazy Ian on the right.. =p Well?? Doesn't he look like one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEzO3ip6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RGxspurj9bs/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEzO3ip6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/RGxspurj9bs/s320/DSC01102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932426238338978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After so many years of knowing her.. I finally get a picture with Pri.. I love the fact that our first picture together is with her looking gorgeous in a Punjab suit with me looking so messed up.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEzFmjTfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z1g1Ib5ehxk/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnEzFmjTfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z1g1Ib5ehxk/s320/DSC01105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932423751159282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture actually turned out.. Venu is so tall!! I was kinda worried that Evon wouldn't be able to capture his head.. And btw, that's not his real height.. He's leaning down a little.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically.. OK.. Not really.. Those are some of the pictures.. =] Didn't exactly take a picture of the surrounding.. Sorry.. =p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was OK I guess.. Performances.. Again.. All OK.. Except for one.. Which, I hope everyone will agree with me.. Khairi, Zi Yang and Harvey's performance.. Heheh.. Fell in love with their performance.. Mexclay was good at shuffling as well.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the performers came early to prepare.. Some as early as 11 or 12pm.. I came at 2.45pm.. Found out that, even for coming late, I was the earliest because none of the others in our group were there yet.. Ronald was somewhere.. Kuan Yee was.. Err.. Somewhere also la.. Khairi was there but just as clueless as me.. Heheh.. He didn't sing, in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santosh was there.. I'm not sure if you could call it preparing but he was sort of doing that.. Decorations were sort of minimal.. So yeah.. Mainly it was the set up of the sound system and the performers getting ready.. Saw Daniel M. when I came in..  Was supposed to meet May Foong at LM but it started raining, so we just decided to meet up at school. Evon came late because she was attending tuition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of outsiders came in.. They were asked to leave.. Scary.. Phiew.. Lucky.. =] Err.. What else? Oh yeah.. What happened to the food? Was anything provided at all? How come I didn't see anything?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... That's it.. I'm hoping they will get a chance to have another night with outsiders allowed this time.. Because by that time.. Well.. Just remember to invite me if outsiders are allowed ya?? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I'll catch you guys later.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Supposed to be sleeping =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Thank you for calming me down, love.. Thank you for all the 'I love you's.. What would I have done if you weren't with me I don't know.. =]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2455549774396121280?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2455549774396121280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2455549774396121280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2455549774396121280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2455549774396121280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/uoa-night-news.html' title='UOA Night News'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SKnK3y2q8UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-KZ2UlR8UHw/s72-c/Image006+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7593244574947615236</id><published>2008-08-10T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:12:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the City</title><content type='html'>Heheh.. Last Friday, the 8th of August, May Foong, Evon and I  were supposed to go to Times Square for.. Err.. Girls day out.. =].. But after school, Daniel Mak wanted to tag along.. So he did.. Walked to Leisure mall.. Jun Qin also tagged along.. She had to go to Connaught and she didn't have transport.. She had to turn off half way and I wouldn't allow her to go alone so I dropped her there and walked alone to LM. We decided earlier on that I would meet Evon, May Foong and Daniel at McD's at 1.30pm.. They headed to Daniel's house first.. So they ended up reaching McD's at 2pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.. I saw Cecilia Ahern's books at Popular.. Before I went to McD's.. It was so hard to pull myself away and get out of Popular empty handed.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate at McD's and left at around 2.30pm. Took the SJ 62 that is SUPPOSED to go to TS.. I told May Foong we could take three different buses and take LRT or we could take the bus alone.. We decided on taking the bus straight there.. We sat in the bus.. 1 hour passed I think.. Approached TS.. At the traffic light, we were expecting the bus to turn right at go towards TS.. Instead.. The bus just sped on ahead.. I was sitting at the back with the three of them sitting at the front.. I only remember looking at Evon and May Foong with that panic and puzzled look.. Don't know what Daniel did.. I moved up in front.. We told ourselves that we would get down at the next stop... Yeah.. Next stop it seems.. The next stop happened to be 20 minutes later at Mydin near goodness knows where... I only knew Convent Bkt Nanas was nearby.. We got off and decided that we'll just forget about going to TS.. It was already 3.30++ anyway.. So got on a different bus but also another SJ 62.. We told ourselves that we would blog about it at name the title ="Lost in the City".. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another whack thing happened there... May Foong and I sat together and we were just talking about how ridiculous this day was turning out to be.. Then we paid for our tickets.. Which.. If I'm not wrong.. Is 70 cents each.. Because that's what it said on the ticket that the man gave us!! So May Foong paid RM2. And the man gave her back only one coin. At that time, I didn't know how much it was so I took out 70 cents and paid May Foong thinking that she paid for me as well. May Foong gave me that puzzled look and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF : Why are you paying me?&lt;br /&gt;Melz: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;*the man was still standing there, so I paid him* * Man walks away*&lt;br /&gt;Melz: Err.. How much is the ticket?&lt;br /&gt;MF: Err.. *looks at ticket* 70 cents?&lt;br /&gt;Melz: Ok.. How much did you pay?&lt;br /&gt;MF: RM2...&lt;br /&gt;Melz: And how much did you get back?&lt;br /&gt;MF: 20 cents??&lt;br /&gt;Melz.. Wha.. What??&lt;br /&gt;MF: I think he counted wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;Melz: Eh.. I also paid la.. RM2-RM0.20+RM0.70..*calculates*.. He untung RM1.10 leh!! (minus the initial supposed price of the two tickets= RM1.40)&lt;br /&gt;MF: Hahah.. I think he doesn't know Math&lt;br /&gt;Melz: I don't even think he went to school&lt;br /&gt;MF: Haha&lt;br /&gt;Melz: *reaching out to call the man*&lt;br /&gt;MF: *Stops me and says* No need la.. Forget it..&lt;br /&gt;Melz: You serious?? Oh fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Then.. All of us sat at the back of the bus after a few passengers got down.. Then we talked all the way home.. With the exclusion of Daniel.. He slept off on May Foongs.. Err.. Bag?? Heheh.. Err.. I don't know how.. But our conversation progressed to a mission of burning the bus down.. I think it was because May Foong was telling us about a scenario at some country about a psycho sawing a man's head in the bus.. Haha.. Then the bus stopped at LM and we were walking down.. I told Evon just before we got up that we didn't have to hurry this time.. We know where we are and where we're going.. And on top of that, I said that the bus wouldn't buzz off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret ever mentioning the buzz off part... I was still on the steps when the bus suddenly started to move.. I was stuck between freezing or jumping off.. May Foong was already down and looking at the bus and looking as if she was about to scream.. I just half ran half jumped off the bus, turned back and saw Daniel and Evon staring at us still on the bus.. May Foong and I (I think) screamed at them to get off.. Hahaha.. My God.. Should've seen Evon's face.. Scared the crap out of all of us.. Haiz.. We decided that we were really now on a mission to burn the bus down WITH the bus driver in it as well.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up walking around at LM looking for May Foong's outfit and shoes.. Haiz.. Went back to Popular again.. Haiz.. Why do I so want to read her(Cecilia Ahern) books I don't understand.. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... That's it I guess.. Math today was OK... Not hard but not easy either.. =] But pass-able..&lt;br /&gt;Almost ran out of time though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7593244574947615236?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7593244574947615236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7593244574947615236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7593244574947615236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7593244574947615236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-city.html' title='Lost in the City'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1957229062410301595</id><published>2008-08-10T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:11:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Izzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Remove one question from below and add in your own question, make it a total 20 questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Then tag 8 people from your list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- List them out at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Notify them that they have been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Name 5 brands that come to your mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~ BR =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~Voir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~NIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~ McD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~ Club Med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Do you miss ur high school teacher and frens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  ~Mmm.. Am I in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="xpalettetable" style="width: 130px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);" unselectable="on" onmouseover="PaletteOver(this)" onmouseout="PaletteOut(this)" onclick="PaletteClick('#33cc00')" bgcolor="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;img height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; ~No.. Never have, never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. List out two gifts you’d like to receive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;    ~ No thanks.. I'll skip this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Who did you text most lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; ~Izzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6.How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;14..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7.What is the latest thing you bought with your own money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;    ~ Heheh.. Shoes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. State 3 people of the opposite sex that first comes to your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~ Izzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~Daniel (doesn't matter which one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~ Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;     ~ Define what the question means and then I'll answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. Getting married is going to heaven or to grave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;      ~ If it's the right guy then probably heaven.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;      ~2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;      ~Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13. Where is the latest restaurant you have dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;       ~Don't remember the name but I know it was steam boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;14. Name the latest book you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~ Err...Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.. And that was like what? 8 months ago??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15. Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;16. Male or Female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~What? You mean me?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;17. Name the first person that comes into your mind now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;      ~Izzy.. He tagged me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18 When is your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;    ~ I refuse to answer... What grammar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;19. State one craziest thing that you’ve done in your life. Just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;      ~ I actually considered it when Pri said you might not be the one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;20.What would you like to do if god gives you an extra bonus time while others don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;~ Three ridiculous questions in a row? Wow.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I tagg :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Unlike some people... I'm not mean.. So forget it.. I'll skip this one.. Heheh&lt;/span&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/7311070237150721420-1957229062410301595?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1957229062410301595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1957229062410301595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1957229062410301595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1957229062410301595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-izzy.html' title='Tagged by Izzy'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1194495509579445195</id><published>2008-08-06T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:54:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it...</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. There goes my BM.. Haiz.. Honestly.. I do not know what I'm going to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Simple.. What comes, comes.. Look forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the UOA night.. Wei Jian told us.. Haiz.. Shall I list it out? Yeah.. I shall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) UOA night is delayed&lt;br /&gt;2) No outsiders allowed&lt;br /&gt;3) Students with disciplinary problems are not allowed&lt;br /&gt;4) Once in the hall, we're not allowed to go out (Venu said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. That's it.. Ian's right.. It's just like school but at night and without uniform.. It'll be boring because I don't think the audience will be taking part in anything... We're just watching performances I guess.. But there is a break dance performance.. Now THAT is tempting.. Especially since "Someone" is in it.. Eh Dear?? =p Rahsia terbongkar.. Ngeh.. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I'll catch you guys later... =] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK YOU..DAMNED BASTARD!!!SON OF A BITCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1194495509579445195?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1194495509579445195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1194495509579445195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1194495509579445195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1194495509579445195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-it.html' title='Damn it...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-158081753581056942</id><published>2008-08-05T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:56:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE?!?!</title><content type='html'>Err.. What's all this about the UOA night being canceled.. Wait.. Let me rephrase that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THIS ABOUT THE UOA NIGHT PROBABLY BEING CANCELED BECAUSE OF AN UNLOCKED GYM DOOR?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Swt.. Haiz.. Sometimes.. I wonder.. How much more agonizing can they be..?? Eh.. Not students ah.. The "other" people.. Haiz.. I saw it on Carmen's blog.. And I sooo agree with her.. Go and read her blog to know what I'm talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was looking forward to it.. And I have a feeling everyone prepared for it and they were looking forward to it.. So was I.. =[.. Everyone asked EVERYONE what they were wearing.. So funny..=] Venu seriously got fed up.. He told me.. "Melissa, you know ah.. Everyone only asks two questions now.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you coming Venu?&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you wearing Venu?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. It's completely true.. =] I think Meighalah has asked him those questions 3 times, each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Trials begin tomorrow.. All the best to everyone.. Study hard and try your best.. Saying that line makes me a hypocrite.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you guys later.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;If they do cancel UOA.. I don't think I can live without seeing you.. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; I miss you.. As always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-158081753581056942?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/158081753581056942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=158081753581056942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/158081753581056942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/158081753581056942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/what.html' title='WHAT THE?!?!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5652786868228343347</id><published>2008-08-02T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:16:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the Lines.. (Sound familiar?? =p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The heart hurts to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tears drop just like leaves in the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Somehow you just love even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Even if it doesn't make sense at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But looking back I will never regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because it was something I'd never fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How do you propose I just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Right when I know that I love you so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's personal.. Just YOU and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Heheh.. Fergie's song edited, Big Girls Don't Cry...~It's personal.. Myself and I~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me where that's from.. Err.. Just came flashing through my head.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.. Mum gave me permission to go to the UOA Night.. And I didn't even have to show her the proof... I'm glad she trusts me.. =] Maybe because I don't lie like Daniel does.. Oh.. Evil much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called last night... He talked to his so called "KTJ girl".... Haiz.. I love him, but I hate it when he does that... I don't want to tell him that because I'm afraid of bringing up the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt told me something I just realized.. It's stupid.. But well.. Haha.. It's always a tradition between Poh and I where we have Maggie mee every Friday..&lt;br /&gt;Ah yee asked me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"Girlie, lei yau tai to your new school's menu mo?"&lt;/span&gt; ( Girlie, have you seen your new school's menu)&lt;br /&gt;I replied : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Mo ah.. Cho me leh??"&lt;/span&gt; (No.. Why??)&lt;br /&gt;Ah yee: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"No more Maggi min for you.. Em kwan yui, ho yi lo Maggie cup geh.. Pai lok lei sik lorh.."&lt;/span&gt; (No more Maggi mee for you.. Never mind, you can take the Maggie cup.. Eat on Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;I said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Fong sam.. Em sik Maggie min wui sei meh? I'm a strong girl leh.. Heheh.." &lt;/span&gt;( Haiz.. Don't worry.. Would I die if I don't eat Maggie mee? I'm a strong girl.. Heheh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I remember that convo in Cantonese better.. So I just translated.. My Cantonese spelling.. Haiz.. Hopeless.. =] Qin.. I teach you Science would you teach me how to spell? Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. New movies coming out.. Will I be able to see them.. Yeah... Not really a problem.. Only.. Haiz.. With who??&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't feel comfortable if I don't go with you.. You said I should see all the worthwhile movies with you remember? =] Haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah... Better start studying... Dear.. We have to start NOW.. Yes.. You heard me.. NOW... =] Anyone nervous yet? Other than Meighalah I mean.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5652786868228343347?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5652786868228343347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5652786868228343347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5652786868228343347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5652786868228343347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-hurts-to-core-tears-drop-just.html' title='Between the Lines.. (Sound familiar?? =p)'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-3991119005214548694</id><published>2008-08-01T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:43:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts.. and Pains..</title><content type='html'>Know what? It hurts.. It really does.. Sometimes.. People just wonder... "Why didn't I think about that in the first place?" or if they did think about it, "Why did I refuse to see the plain truth?".. Then again.. That other part of you just tells you.. "You know how lucky you are? Appreciate how far you've come and handle whatever that may follow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Hang in there.. It's as simple as that..  Don't want to let go? Then you have to prepare yourself for the pain.. Sometimes.. It just feels like it's easier to hang on then let go.. The depth is still there.. Every single emotion that was built up is still there.. How does one let go when you know that you're still.. Haiz.. Fill in the blanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes hurt... A lot... I think I either fell asleep in class or I was hallucinating.. En Nazri was teaching Geo and I sort of closed my eyes a couple of times and he noticed... He asked if I was sick..I said no.. He asked me if I was thinking of something else.. I said no.. Malu.. He asked me in front of the whole class.. I was about to tell him, "Nantuk cikgu..." =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Everything is.. Wrong.. or... Different.. Nothing is...Forget it... No words to describe what it is that I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dear.. Thank you.. for.. Everything... And  sorry for the way I reacted... Didn't mean to.. It's just that it hurt... A lot... Thank you for the time you wasted on me... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Che... Thank you... for.. Haiz.. Everything as well.. Don't know how to express how much I actually appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Qin.. I'm sorry.. Don't confuse yourself.. KH is already causing you problem.. Stop thinking of me..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-3991119005214548694?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3991119005214548694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=3991119005214548694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3991119005214548694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3991119005214548694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/08/know-what-it-hurts.html' title='Hurts.. and Pains..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2464912944127213246</id><published>2008-07-27T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:42:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwTvjxPgnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7VsYALkiwqc/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwTvjxPgnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7VsYALkiwqc/s320/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227574975246860914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May I present to you, Kate Ong.. My..err.. Half/step cousin? My half/step Aunt Stacy's daughter.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwTvvn83rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n0wd-UKhtYI/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwTvvn83rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n0wd-UKhtYI/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227574978429116082" 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/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQBqWnWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3i4tNHts8zo/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQBqWnWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3i4tNHts8zo/s320/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573334003588450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our.. err.. segment of the family? Haiz... Black sheep among the white??-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQEf1IlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G1qbYr7a520/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQEf1IlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G1qbYr7a520/s320/DSC01073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573334764757586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first course.. Goodness.. That was already considered dinner... Mum insisted that I took a picture.. She pulak didn't bring the camera.. Had to take all these pictures with my hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQdm1PQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/69X5AcOBL2Y/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwSQdm1PQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/69X5AcOBL2Y/s320/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573341505010946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kung's cake... I have no idea who made the cake, but GOOD JOB!!! Everything on it is edible by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwRsZBTHkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U4IUj5KUyfU/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwRsZBTHkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U4IUj5KUyfU/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227572721798553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kung and his birthday flowers.. He wasn't looking at my phone because Aunt Stacy was the official photographer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Complicated family.. I won't even bother explaining.. Haiz..=] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;You have no idea how beautiful that was.. THE MOST beautiful song I have ever seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cbox is crowded.. =] Haiz.. Thanks to all the usual people... My gosh... You talk among yourselves in MY cbox.. How could you?!?!=p &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm sorry.. For the way I reacted.. I.. Something's wrong with me.. I couldn't think in my right mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. I don't have anything to talk or update you about.. And I'm not exactly in the right mood either.. =] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I understand now.. Don't understand how what I said could make you feel lucky.. More like make your life a catastrophe/disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. What is there to talk about? Haiz.. I give up... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I will never leave you, and you know that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love you.. With all my heart.. I really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;A.I. My Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2464912944127213246?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2464912944127213246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2464912944127213246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2464912944127213246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2464912944127213246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything.html' title='Everything...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIwTvjxPgnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7VsYALkiwqc/s72-c/DSC01077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-9134642064592257828</id><published>2008-07-24T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:38:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UOA Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIhYonT6VaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C31nmUZZjHk/s1600-h/1_763884559l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIhYonT6VaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C31nmUZZjHk/s320/1_763884559l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226524822333969826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that would be the so called "invitation" to our UOA meeting... =] Anyone interested in coming?? Better purchase your tickets quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And pay attention to the dress code please.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADITIONAL&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORMAL&lt;/span&gt;... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. Funny.. We'll be seeing our Mutiaran guy students in traditional or formal clothes.. Girls.. Honestly.. You DO NOT want to miss this.. Remember to bring your digital cameras ya?? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if i meant to say guys will look dashing or the total opposite.. Hmmm.. Which one would be more interesting to see? Opinions please.. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And there's supposed to be a Prom Night after that.. Hmmm.. Interesting.. Are outsiders allowed to that one? Oh... And apparently it's from 10.30 to 12.00am.. Phiew.. =p Seira Joy said that it will be a *lights off* situation.. Heheh.. Cheh.... Wonder what will happen eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... That's all I guess... Catch you guys later... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-9134642064592257828?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9134642064592257828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=9134642064592257828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9134642064592257828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9134642064592257828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='UOA Night'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SIhYonT6VaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C31nmUZZjHk/s72-c/1_763884559l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2842832366577493634</id><published>2008-07-23T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:27:09.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just STOP IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Haiz... Everyone knows the recent so called "scandal" that's apparently really hot news in school.. I'm not going to repeat what I've read or heard about it... Obviously, I did not see it happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unexpected. I know to some people, it's disgusting and a way overboard.. Somehow, I don't understand.. Why is it that there must be a whole gossip scene?? I'm not saying that they're not in the wrong.. And I'm not saying teachers are right by protecting her.. From goodness knows what.. I don't know what's going to happen to him though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm puzzled at and what I am disgusted at.. Is that.. Students are talking about her behind her back and they keep repeating what they've read over and over again.. I'm not that close to her.. Honestly.. I have not said more than a 100 words to her before.. But I've been in her position before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her a break will ya? I understand if students want to be angry with the teachers for doing "stuff".. But then again.. Be angry at the teachers.. Haiz.. I'm probably saying all this because I don't like back-stabbers and hypocrites... Ever heard of the phrase "Forgive and Forget"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being in her shoes please.. It's not that easy... Well yeah.. It WAS wrong.. But if she realizes that then what's the big deal? You guys are angry because she's not punished? Then tell the teachers that! But don't talk about her as if she's a criminal or a murderer.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I've proved my point.. And that's from my point of view.. She didn't pay me to stand up for her.. I just.. Felt like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... Haiz.. I'm finally blogging again? Not like I've been gone for such a long time anyway.. =] What else happened? Hmmm.. Nothing much.. Nothing I can think of anyway.. Btw.. Does anyone have any idea what to buy for birthday gifts? I'm seriously running out of ideas.. I actually found out that giving a watch is the same thing as giving a clock.. Haiz... That's out... And buying teddy bears is really not an option.. I have a feeling her room will be filled with it anyway.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Lui... I support you a 100%.. =] Why wouldn't I? How do you think I would have ever existed if your situation didn't happen with my mum?? Heheh.. Just as long as you know it's there and it's real... Doesn't matter what I or anyone else say... Just go for it!! I'll be here.. Don't worry.. =]**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Dear...!! When the hell are you going to make is bloody official?!?! Heheh.. Oh.. Yeah.. You have.. I know.. But I want to see it!! With my own eyes!! I want to go jumping high for you.. Haha... Wonder what my brother-in-law will think of me, eh?? =p**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. I better go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have no idea how happy I am when you said you wanted the "whole deal" as well... Hate you...=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2842832366577493634?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2842832366577493634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2842832366577493634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2842832366577493634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2842832366577493634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-stop-it.html' title='Just STOP IT!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-789564741733935470</id><published>2008-07-19T14:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:20:35.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the recents...</title><content type='html'>Ah Yee is back.. She's in good condition.. Thank goodness.. This pregnancy is at least better than the last one.. She can actually eat this time.. =] Funny to say... She's my 2nd mum.. Missed talking to her.. Haiz... Can't believe she'll be going back to London again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... She's probably more closer to me than my mum... She was the one who raised me when I was toddler.. Then when she got married... Different story.. =] Mum wasn't the one who took me to have ice-creams and go to the playground.. Ah Yee did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh yeah... Mum was right.. The Train Accident essay would have helped be score more points... Haiz.. The fees for the school is insanely ridiculous.. Don't ask me how much... I won't say it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I throw something here? I mean.. I very well can't say it out loud here.. I have a toddler and brother in the house.. And it's wrong to throw vulgar words in front of elders.. Yeah.. Like it's not wrong to throw them here.. Haiz. Fine.. Lock it up deep within me and throw the key..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Happy stuff? Where are you?? Oh yeah... It's right here.. Haiz.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll always have our Lake Isle of Innisfree and Paradise... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Izzy.. Could I please tell Venu.. Heheh.. He would be SOOOO pleased.. =p &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yeah.. Would have to wait for that one thing... Soon though.. Will come soon.. I hope.. But we're not exactly in an easy situation are we??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-789564741733935470?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/789564741733935470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=789564741733935470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/789564741733935470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/789564741733935470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-recents.html' title='All the recents...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4834092261832512711</id><published>2008-07-18T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:19:07.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing-ness (Don't ask...)</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you love me as I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing but death can part us two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that from a novel I'm reading.. Aihz... Funny sort of story.. Oh I STILL can't find Cecilia Ahern's new book.. Border's at TS doesn't have it.. Mmmmm.. Popular here I come.. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer letter came yesterday... Mum said I didn't do well in English.. I'll repeat that.. MUM said... The letter said that my results for Maths was exceptionally well but did not comment on the others.. Guess Mum's right.. Didn't do well in English.. She said I should have chosen the Train Accident question... Mmm will try writing about it later on... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what this means right? Ugh... Reality vs Fantasy... Why is it that Fantasy never wins? Don't think I'll ever know.. Maybe because I don't want to.. What comes, just comes... Oh... But realize, I don't say the same thing for things that GO.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. Need the piano... Haiz.. At least I do have one thing to be happy about... Extremely happy, may I add.. =p Mmmm... Don't bother trying to understand.. That one sentence has a lot of, as Miss Wong would say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;depth&lt;/span&gt;.. Ooooo... Love that word in this situation... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paradise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4834092261832512711?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4834092261832512711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4834092261832512711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4834092261832512711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4834092261832512711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-ness-dont-ask.html' title='Nothing-ness (Don&apos;t ask...)'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8423424355960612600</id><published>2008-07-14T18:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:55:21.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness &amp; Sweet-nya =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Message: I don't care if you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend right now.... I don't care if you are a guy or a woman or Michael Jackson.....Just read this, it will make a difference.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Kiss her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass because she thinks shes stronger than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Grab her and don't let go ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she starts cursing at you tryin' to act all tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she's quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Ask her whats wrong ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she ignores you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Give her your attention ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she pulls away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When you see her crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Just hold her and don't say a word ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you see her walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she's scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Protect her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she steals your favorite hat *If you have one XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Reassure her that everything is OK ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she says that she loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she bumps into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Bump into her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[ Keep it safe and untold ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ Don't look away until she does ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When she says it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ She still wants you to be hers ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ She wants you to read it ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- When she says she's OK, don't believe it, talk with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking and  putting a lot of stuff from Friendster huh?? Heheh.. Probably because I like it... =] Haiz.. You cannot deny it is sweet though... Hem.. Hem.. I'm talking to the girls ya.. You guys can just like.. Look away?? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are certain stuff up there that girls do like having and feeling with a guy.. Guess and see which ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. Mr. Results came knocking.. Don't know if I accepted him in with open arms or not... Shin Erl got 100% for History.. Aihz.. Computer / genius of the class.. But not the only one.. Chuie Yie got 100% for Science.. Mainly because it was only paper 1... Mmmm.. Mine?? Dunno? Maths... Haiz... Paper 1 I'm not so depressed about it.. I'm just hoping the Paper 2 will be as good if not, better... Ugh.. Better? Yeah yeah.. Keep dreaming girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh I'll stop here... Lazy and sort of not in the mood... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Will someone please tell me thoroughly how exactly, in general, did the Hell Boy II movie go? I'm confused.. Ian said it was only OK and so did Ah Che... But now Daniel M. is saying that it was wickedly good? Was that the line he used? Hmmm... Haiz... Don't want to waste my time/money seeing it if it isn't good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I know you'll understand, but I still, will NEVER push you away again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8423424355960612600?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8423424355960612600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8423424355960612600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8423424355960612600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8423424355960612600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetness-sweet-nya.html' title='Sweetness &amp; Sweet-nya =]'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8988570561807229777</id><published>2008-07-13T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:12:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize and Never Let It Go Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Virgo&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Don't rush ahead with things before you are ready. Hurrying will only cause regret.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Even though you're excited about something new that's coming down the road, you shouldn't stop paying attention to what's going on, today. Don't rush ahead with things before you are ready to get started on them. And before you can start them, you have to finish up what you're doing now. In relationship terms, you have to make sure you are totally over someone from your past before you can move forward with a new person into your future. Make sure you're doing it for the right reasons.&lt;/p&gt;- - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I saw that on Friendster about my horoscope for today.. Well.. Usually I don't believe in all this stuff but this is definitely a first for me..I had that "woah" feeling in me when I read that.. Hmmmm..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Because I realized I'm ready and my 'past' is LONG GONE!! And I'm doing it for the right reasons?My reason?Because I want to..Because I know it's what I want and something, I realized just recently, I can't live without.. You... A.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Know what? I've learned to appreciate things and people more now that I'm in 'this' situation... I guess when people say "There is a good and bad side" to sad situations, they're not wrong.. "An Ending is only a Beginning in disguise"..?? Now THAT I haven't figured out how it fits but I think I have an idea.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you need to have bitter things  to realize how certain things are sweet in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUSE&lt;/span&gt;... And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELETE&lt;/span&gt;.. That is not me... Weirdness.. But I do like realizing new stuff.. Even if it IS weirdness in me.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT TOPIC&lt;/span&gt;!!! Ian said Hell Boy 2 was not THAT good... For him.. Heheh.. Let me repeat that again... FOR HIM.. He said everyone else liked it... Apparently there wasn't the "WOW" factor in it.. Or is it because it wasn't violent enough that he didn't like it? =p I know he LOVED Hulk.. Because of its violence.. Ahhh.. Typical Ian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. Today at church... Met Ivan... Heheh.. Instead of listening to the pastor, he was reading Cecilia Ahern... I regret not teasing him after that.. But once I reached home, I envied him.. I wanted to read her books too..!! She has a couple of new ones I think... =] I loved 'P.S. I Love You'.. I know Ah Che did too... I shall somehow scrape money and buy the new ones..  Hmm.. What's the title again? 'Thanks for the Memories".. Oh.. I remember it was something related to woman remembering about Paris.. Then there is also another one.. Haiz.. Go and find out later..Then I shall let Ah Che read it.. Heheh.. Don't need to ask.. I know you will want to read it anyway.. Correct me if I'm wrong.... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. New movies.. But exams.. Oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIKE I CARE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Ok yeah... I do.. But not THAT much... There are other things that matter more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it.. I realized something else today.. Daniel (Chandy) "might" miss me when/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;  I go.. Don't ask me why I put the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; there.. I just.. Like it better when it's there... Daniel said he wanted turtles.. And he asked mum.. And she actually said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;... That was a big shock.. She's not exactly a fan of having pets in the house.. Then I found out that she said yes so that Daniel could occupy his time.. Daniel actually told me that he wanted turtles to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"replace"&lt;/span&gt; me.. I told him they will never replace me.. Because they won't irritate him the way I do...=p But to be honest.. I did get hurt when he said the word "replace"... Mmmm.. 11 years of age.. I can't really hold anything against him... =] Ish... Will miss him too anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go... Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&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/7311070237150721420-8988570561807229777?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8988570561807229777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8988570561807229777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8988570561807229777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8988570561807229777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/realize-and-never-let-it-go-again.html' title='Realize and Never Let It Go Again...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-9142669188646677692</id><published>2008-07-12T08:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:22:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad I have you and not a mirror..</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Priyanka's Friendster comment section... It's actually really sad... I'm glad I'm not in that situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Today I met a great new friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Who knew me right away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; It was funny how she understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; All I had to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She listened to my problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She listened to my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; We talked about love and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She'd been there,too,it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I never once felt judged by her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She knew just how I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She seemed to just accept me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; And all the problems I'd been dealt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She didn't interrupt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Or need to have her say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; She just listened very patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; And didn't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; How much this meant to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; But as I went to hug her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Something startled me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I put my arms in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; And went to pull her nearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; And realized that my new best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Was nothing but a mirror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm.... Now that exams are "temporarily" over.. Haiz... Just waiting for Mr. Results to come back... Wish he would just disappear.. As if that will ever happen.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you guys going to make it official Dear?? I'm like getting impatient... Oh.. That's not supposed to be my job... How did you say you were going to make it official again? Heheh... I want to see, I want to see!!! =p IF it's not too private that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.. Crapping... My favorite job... =] ~ It's like I've waited my whole life, for this one night~.. Heheh.. Listening to it on the radio.. Hmmm... "Maksud Tersirat"...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. And I shall leave now... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;You're not worth my time.. I'm glad you're finally out of my mind.. There are definitely more, much more, important things to do and think about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7311070237150721420-9142669188646677692?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9142669188646677692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=9142669188646677692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9142669188646677692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9142669188646677692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-glad-i-have-you-and-not-mirror.html' title='I&apos;m glad I have you and not a mirror..'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-333581384513726288</id><published>2008-07-11T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:30:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....(Now my destiny can begin...=p)</title><content type='html'>Haiz... Finally.. I'm actually on the comp again..=] Now I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chee Hui Xian&lt;/span&gt; actually reads my blog...Wah.. Honored much...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... What happened?? Oh..  3rd Intervention exam.. Again... I have a feeling my position is going to drop... The highest score for BM also 29 only leh.... I hate you Mai... Heheh... Haiz.. Science was surprisingly easy... Better not to say anything first.... If I get low marks for science then I pulak yang malu... =] Sejarah... Err.. I hope I can get at least half right?? Oh that's a low expectation.. KH.. Forget it... I'd be happy if I scored at least a B.. As long as I don't get a D I'm fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... What else..... Ahhh.. Sources reported that our class got $900 worth of coupons.. =] Good job guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Yeah... My entrance exam... Hmmm... Maths was ok.. Lucky I had tuition.. I wouldn't have known what the hell Tan, Cos and Sin was if I Miss Lim hadn't rushed me through it.. BI... Err.. The usual? But all in subjective form.. Comprehension, grammar and an essay... The essay... Heheh.. I liked the questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1. A train accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2. A trip overseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Start your essay with the given line : "I didn't know he had just robbed a bank, so I accepted his offer to give me a ride..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the 2nd one.. Talked about Paris... Heheh... Most romantic city in the world... Besides Venice of course... Swtness... As if I can judge... But I passed the exam... And mum says we have to wait for the offer.. Is that even the right word? Offer.. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. Everyone, err which included &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Mak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yu Kin&lt;/span&gt;, watched Hell Boy 2 today... Still haven't got an update on that yet... Ahhh.. Che... Take care of yourself.. Drink tons of water.. Daniel, you better make sure she does.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qin&lt;/span&gt;.. You don't have to give up hope if you don't want to.. What they say about 'her' is actually true.. I don't really think 'they' will last.. I know.. You're hurt.. Not something you would expect to happen.. But then again.. Haiz.. Come to think of it, how COULD it have happened.. Not really something ANYONE can accept.. I told May Foong.." She won't rest until she has conquered the whole school".. Well I said it in a more straight forward way then.. I think you understand what it means right? Mmmm.. Just know we're all here for you...=] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;"She won't rest until she has dated every guy in the school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. That's it I guess... =] Not really, but yeah.. Ish.. crapping.. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw.. Can someone please explain what Yong Shan is talking about in her blog...?? Getting worried.. I missed seeing her on the Keusahawanan Day.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll never push you away again... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-333581384513726288?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/333581384513726288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=333581384513726288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/333581384513726288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/333581384513726288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/finallynow-my-destiny-can-beginp.html' title='Finally....(Now my destiny can begin...=p)'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-263002636558374567</id><published>2008-07-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:03:26.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Che, Mui, Qin, Chi, Pri and Izzy....=]</title><content type='html'>OOLONG TEA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carrot, an egg, and a cup of Oolong tea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never look at a cup of Oolong the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed Oolong tea. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she ladled the Oolong out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Carrots, eggs, and Oolong tea,' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hardboiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the Oolong. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oolong tea was unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water color and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or Oolong tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the Oolong tea? The tea actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour. If you are like the tea, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle&lt;br /&gt;adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or Oolong tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you; to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-263002636558374567?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/263002636558374567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=263002636558374567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/263002636558374567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/263002636558374567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-che-mui-qin-chi-pri-and-izzy.html' title='To Che, Mui, Qin, Chi, Pri and Izzy....=]'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6331711103743838251</id><published>2008-07-04T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:01:39.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into  the future.. More like tomorrow.. =p</title><content type='html'>Hari Keusahawanan day tomorrow.. Our class, 3C will be setting up game stalls.. I guess you could say I'm promoting it here.. Hehe.. Err.. The games we will be organizing are, to name a few, White in the hole( a.k.a bull's-eye), Flying  frisbee, and coconut bowling.. I don't think I need to explain what coconut bowling is.. You have to bowl the coconut and knock down 10 bottles.. Players will be given 3 chances... To score points, one must achieve two strikes.. If not, too bad..  Hehe.. Pri thought of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam thought of the flying frisbee.. You have to throw the frisbee and knock down a few bottles I think.. Sorry.. Blur about this one..And to no surprise, Hao Yang invented the "white in the hole" game.. Players will have to throw chalk, yes I said CHALK, and aim for the center.. Which makes it exactly like bulls-eye.. It's Hao Yang... It is expected that he will be weird.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's as far as I can go to advertise it.. I don't even know how much you have to pay for the games.. Hehe.. I won't even be there... I think Mum and I will be going to Tuanku Jaafar tomorrow.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to LM with Che today.. Saw Kumutha and Sangeetha... We talked to Kumutha for awhile.. The both of them look totally different but they are the exact opposite if compared to each other... Kumutha is now prettier... Hehe... Che couldn't even recognize Sangeetha.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And I talked to Ian's mum today.. I never realized that I missed talking to her... She said I didn't go to her  new house.. Hehe.. Sorry Aunty... I'll wait till Ian invites me.. I actually told her that and she said I didn't need to wait for Ian.. She was already inviting me.. Heheh.. She said I 'slimmed down'.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No leh Aunty.. I actually put on weight...!!"&lt;/span&gt;.. She denied it and said that I was plump before.. She was thinking that it would be a waste if I 'abaikan' my good features.. I wanted to ask her if she was serious.. Because the both of us were laughing.. Haha.. Swt-ness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. What else.. Oh... Should I or Should I not?? To type or Not to type.. Heheh.. Went out with Izzy yesterday.. Watched Hancock..... Loved it!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;~both the movie and what happened during the movie =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Don't understand why is it that all the good movies must come out NOW... Actually... I don't really mind.. But others might/may/most probably/will... Haha.. Exams and PMR.. Hmmm... I told this to Che today... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't want to feel this way, but I don't really think of PMR as THAT important anymore..."&lt;/span&gt; Wish I could change my way of thinking.. Ngeh.. Human weaknesses.. Will try though.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. That's it I guess... Nothing else to update on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6331711103743838251?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6331711103743838251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6331711103743838251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6331711103743838251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6331711103743838251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-into-future-more-like-tomorrow-p.html' title='A look into  the future.. More like tomorrow.. =p'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-953655349505411467</id><published>2008-06-30T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:27:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SGi2TqSfkSI/AAAAAAAAADw/xkeGK9AwE2A/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SGi2TqSfkSI/AAAAAAAAADw/xkeGK9AwE2A/s320/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217620617194344738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon is very pretty here... Ah Che and I keep telling her that but she just wouldn't listen.. See!!! Now the rest of the world can say it to her as well...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. Yay.. I have a post with Evon's  picture... And i shall be slaughtered when she finds out... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... Restless... Been like that for a couple of days now.. And I FINALLY know the reason why... It was right under my nose... But sort of concealed too... My nose too big?!?! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... Nothing to blog about... Oh yeah.. There is...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Foong and I would like to announce that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;IAN&lt;/span&gt; HAS DECLARED THAT BOXERS ARE MORE COMFORTABLE THAN SUSPENDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..(ewww....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... He actually opened his pants and showed u.. (another EWWW....) Venu and Harvey started playing with him... They opened his pants even wider to check the brand.. They even checked their own!!! Oh ewww... And then some how or other, Venu broke Ian's zip.. Haha.. We were laughing our heads off.. Haha.. Evon told Ian.. "ehhh?!?!?! I HAVEN'T SEEN YET!!!" And Ian actually replied " Come la.. I can open and show you again..." Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starting doing stunts like moving his legs up real high.. He told us he could only do that with boxers.. Pure swtness.. haha.... Most disgusting topic this week, so far... Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. Yuppie... Other than that, nothing happened.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-953655349505411467?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/953655349505411467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=953655349505411467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/953655349505411467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/953655349505411467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/evon-is-very-pretty-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SGi2TqSfkSI/AAAAAAAAADw/xkeGK9AwE2A/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1208918437824497183</id><published>2008-06-29T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:04:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Izzy</title><content type='html'>1. Wads your favourite genre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Hip Hop, R&amp;amp;B, Pop... Errr... Haiz... A lot la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List out five of your favorite songs ( Together with the video )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Rihanna - Take a Bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcuS7Ce4q9I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcuS7Ce4q9I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~Madonna ft JT - 4 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfUjfioAnKY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfUjfioAnKY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Chris Brown - With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEERqEoUYHE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEERqEoUYHE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ Extreme - More than words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/viQWJUoRG50&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viQWJUoRG50&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~ B5 ft Bow Wow - Hydrolics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtWlHUKgYN0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtWlHUKgYN0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wad musical instruments are u playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are u good at it?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~Not really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 ppl who is good in music&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;    YOU.. Yes you... (May Foong's Style.. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Melz-&lt;/span&gt;&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/7311070237150721420-1208918437824497183?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1208918437824497183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1208918437824497183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1208918437824497183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1208918437824497183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/1_29.html' title='Tagged by Izzy'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-9007869442078213774</id><published>2008-06-25T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:14:29.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woohooo!!! We actually WON in Volley!!!! My gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the game season... House against house... And we're Jati a.k.a. Green House... Every year, we always loose.. And I don't mean loosing one game.. I mean loosing against ALL the other four houses/colors... We have got the last place for two years..... Two years of nothing-ness... And Evon and I took part in 2006, 2007 - With May Foong as well, and now- 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we came close to winning... Our scores were pretty high... This year was entirely different... On top of that.. It was a last minute thing... Evon and I weren't supposed to join in... But because they were short on players... And none of us, the 6 of us I mean, practiced or were prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first match against Merbau/Red.. We lost.. I forgot the score.. But it was a shameful loss... Then the 2nd match against Cengal/Blue.. We won.. That was actually shocking because Janell is in our school volley team..And she's in Cengal and was playing for them... She wasn't herself today..  Evon scored the winning serve and scored many points for us.. So did Paveethira...3rd match was against Keruing/Yellow... We won, again... But we told ourselves that we would not be happy if we didn't win... Keruing was actually weak... Pavee, Evon and Seira scored most of the points... And the 4th match was against Meranti/Purple... This one also we were aiming to win and really kill them.. And we did!!! Haha... Mmmm.. This time around, Seira, Evon and I served... I don't remember if I served the winning point.. But I know I was the last to play.... I served 4/5 times straight because Meranti did not serve them back.. Pavee served plenty of times.. All scoring points.. Evon and Seira were doing a superb job as well.. Serve and serve and serve non-stop... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might actually win this time around... Oh and I told Evon that I would blog about something.. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I present to you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely Lady&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;scored and served&lt;/span&gt; till we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first volley match in three years... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVON CHEAH YIK JUAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Who happens to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MY MUI&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaha... Seee!!!! I did it!!! Ngek... Ngek.. Now she's gonna kill me for doing that.. Haha... Haiz.. All in all... It was a good day... Not great because I've had greater... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. I actually have one whole post about how good and awesome Jati is... I'm bragging too much... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. Ok... Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-9007869442078213774?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9007869442078213774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=9007869442078213774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9007869442078213774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/9007869442078213774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-won.html' title='WE WON!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8149572477872512813</id><published>2008-06-24T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:22:11.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Dad's recent e-mails...=p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    THE RED INDIAN WITH ONE TESTICLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose&lt;br /&gt;   given name was 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked&lt;br /&gt;   everyone not to call him Onestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After years and years of torment, One stone finally cracked and&lt;br /&gt;   said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'&lt;br /&gt;   The word got around and nobody called him that any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said,&lt;br /&gt;   'Good morning, Onestone.' He jumped up, grabbed her and took&lt;br /&gt;   her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all&lt;br /&gt;   night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died&lt;br /&gt;   from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he&lt;br /&gt;   would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until&lt;br /&gt;   a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being&lt;br /&gt;   away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;   when she saw Onestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made&lt;br /&gt;   love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all&lt;br /&gt;   the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird&lt;br /&gt;   wouldn't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What is the moral of this story???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    OH, come on ... take a guess!  Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (You're going to love this!) And the moral is&lt;/span&gt; ......................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;    You can't kill two birds with one stone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8149572477872512813?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8149572477872512813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8149572477872512813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8149572477872512813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8149572477872512813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-dads-recent-e-mailsp.html' title='One of Dad&apos;s recent e-mails...=p'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7683687899195331815</id><published>2008-06-24T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:23:58.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awh... =]</title><content type='html'>Dear!!! That is like sooooo sweet!!! Ugh... I'm so jealous right now... Hehe.. You don't mind right??*Hem.. hem..* I won't do anything drastic.. Don't worry.. And this is like a "between-the-line" post right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh... I so want to scream "FINALLY!!!!" now.. Haha.. I think I have.. A couple of times.. Yeah.. And you did too, right?? I'm crazy happy.. My gosh.. So high.. I should cut down on my steroids.. Knowing this is already enough to make me fly way up high.. Hope that happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Ok.. Back to earth.. * space shuttle lands* Finally, Geo Folio is done with.. Venu is gonna get marks thanks to my help... Eleh.. Haha... Haiz.. There are some parts in the folio where mine is exactly the same as his... Including my hand writing and my coloring... Well, there goes the Folio season.. YAHOOO!!!! And back to the studying norm... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... As if &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will study??? You wish!! Hmmmm.... Oh wanna go high again... I'm just so happy it happened Dear!!!! Haha... Swtness.. -.-... You don't get a word I'm saying do you?? Hmmm.. Fine... I'll go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7683687899195331815?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7683687899195331815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7683687899195331815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7683687899195331815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7683687899195331815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/awh.html' title='Awh... =]'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1570876603998232730</id><published>2008-06-23T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:26:44.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POK KAI AH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Guess what happened today afternoon at school?? Hehe.. There!!! The title also got say already lo... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our 2nd recess.. And by we, I mean, the normal gang lo.... Qin, Che, Mui and Daniel Mak... So I lost track of time and i didn't take Pn Anita's words seriously.. She said we were supposed to be at her class at 2.20 pm SHARP.... My fault lo... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating, it was like 2 minutes to 2.20.. According to my watch la... So I just walked as per normal... Slamba only le.. Then suddenly saw the whole class sitting down.. Oh no... They've already started... So I told they all that I was gonna run off.. So, I was sort of running "anak-anak"... Then there are these steps going down to the dataran and another two steps on the other sides going up to my class.. I lost balance, somehow and fell on my knees with my hands on the ground on the first two steps... I turned myself around and sat... And then I heard Jun Qin asking " Wei!! You OK or not mum?!?!?" I was still sitting down and I laughed... I went in my head, "oh shoot!! Class!!"  and like waved my hand at them to say that "I was fine" and "bye bye"...  Then I started running again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they all must have thought I was mad.. Haha.. I thought I was mad!!! I didn't feel anything yet.. Except of the burning heat on my hands... But then in class, I sat and I went... "OUCH!!!!!" Haha.. Found out that my right knee was bleeding and some skin tore off from my left knee.. Haha.. Mun Yi also another one.. I wet my hands and sort of rubbed the blood off my right knee.. I was facing Mun Yi.. Then she suddenly like went " Ai yerrr!!!"... I asked her... "You're afraid of looking at blood ah?!?!" She replied.. " Ya larh!!!!".. I went like "THEN SUMMORE YOU WANT TO SEE AH?!?!?" Hahaha... Swtness... Now it hurts.. And it feels like someone is putting fire on the wound.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. I saw a cute kitten today.. Awh.. So manja.. I haven't scratched a cat in a long long time.. Change my mind.. I love cats as much as I love dogs.. =] ... Wonder if I can secretly bring it home.. Mmmm.. But I'll risk being slaughtered... By Mum of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.. Geography folio... Haiz... Venu!!! You better guard it with YOUR LIFE!!!! Haha... Haiz.. I want to pass it up and get on with it... Mmmm No matter how much I tell myself to pretend that nothing has changed and PMR is coming.. I can't.... =S... Ish.. Leave that alone la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be happy and carefree as long as I can.. Ian said something that I actually agree on for once... Now that I am going.. I have the same idea as him.. I keep telling him that we can't watch movies.. All the good movies are coming out though... Then he said.. "Fck the exams la!!! I want to watch them... " High 5!! * piaak* Haha... Mmmmm.. Can't wait to go out again.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. That's it for today.... Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1570876603998232730?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1570876603998232730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1570876603998232730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1570876603998232730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1570876603998232730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/pok-kai-ah.html' title='POK KAI AH!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5536812864657363629</id><published>2008-06-22T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:09:09.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled... =]</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ciao Chi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I talked on the phone these two days...  I finally let everything out... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS CHI&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;She actually asked if she needed to change her surname.. Oh swtness... No... You don't need to change you surname.. I like the name Leong.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss her.. School isn't the same without her.. Mmmm... We have to meet her soon... She had the chicken pox.. So those who haven't had it yet.. Sorry ya.. Too bad for you.. Haha... I told her about Tuanku Jaafar.... She actually knows the school which is a college... She passes it when she goes back to her hometown... Finally someone who knows how darn remote and quiet it is... Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that she might be going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;.. Her Dad is trying to make a living there.. She'll do better there and education is better.. So I told her that I agree, she should go... Even if we'll be here... But it's best for her... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going... Haiz... The future... Ugh.. Something I fear and do NOT want to know.. At least not now... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Yesterday is History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow is a Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Today is a Gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;That would be why they call it "The Present"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, that was from Kung Fu Panda.. =] Mum and I immediately took out our handphones to type that down.. Daniel gave us that "look"... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... So many movies are coming out... Dunno what will happen to studies and exams... Ish... Don't like that topic anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qin's Blog :&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;an0thr thing is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MELISSA G0NNA CHANGE SKUL J0R~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;haixz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;y w0r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;melissa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;u n0t pr0mise me next year 0nli chg meh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;nw u tell mi either after august 0r after PMR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;haixz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;after melisa tell mii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i cry j0r..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ohcz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;may fo0ng oso cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;so sad~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ytd melissa tell tat so0n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;can see he 0so abit sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;haixz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read that, I felt so bad... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Qin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm sorry... I don't want to say it's NOT my fault because it sounds like an excuse... I don't want to leave Qin... You know that very well... These things just have to happen whether we like it or not... I'm having difficulty accepting it as well.. But whether I accept it or not, I will still be going.... Haiz... We'll stay as close as we always have been... Didn't I say that the distance from Australia and Malaysia will not break the bond between us?? Well... Now it's only in Nilai.. Not that far yet Lui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Please... Can we not let things go quiet like how it did the day I told you...? I'd like it if we talked even more... I really don't care about what... Haha.. Be it nonsense or a heart to heart conversation... And if you break down like how you did that day, I promise you, I will not survive leaving the school...  Oh swt... I'm talking to you guys through my blog.. =] I might as well anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Evon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!! MY MUI DID NOT CRY!!!!! =]&lt;/span&gt; Thanks mui.. If you cried, the 3 of us would have cried EVEN MORE... Hehe.... Haiz... Mui is growing up... She won't be the baby of the family anymore.. Haiz.. Cannot 'manja' her too much... Haha... =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I feel so restless... I don't know why.. It's a mixture of so many situations... I can't find a song to play on the piano anymore.. The songs are somehow not sad enough, or not loud enough, or not sounding like an angry and thunderous song... Aihz... Any suggestions? Mmmm.. I guess you could say I'm in an "emo" state... I don't even feel like talking... I suppose that's why I blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. Stop reading my blog la... You'll get so bored and angry with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5536812864657363629?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5536812864657363629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5536812864657363629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5536812864657363629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5536812864657363629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled... =]'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-3529589201256529013</id><published>2008-06-22T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:50:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Izzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.What do you want the  most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ~ To see someone and to try and go out as much as possible... With EVERYONE!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.Who is the person you trust  the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ~  Too many to list down... You know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Are you in  love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    ~ Dunno?? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.If you have a dream come  true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~ I would not be "going"...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Do you believe in seeing a  rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~ Yeah.. Because it DOES happen...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.What's your goal for this  year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    ~ It WAS to get straight in PMR... Now?? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.Do you believe in  eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~ Depends on what... Life?Love for an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.Have you ever broken a  person's heart that he/she wanted to commit suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    ~ I don't think so.. No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.What feeling do you love the  most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~ Love?? Care... When someone gives you the tingles... When you and your sisters cry on the&lt;br /&gt;       steps together.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10.What are the requirements  for your other half?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~ I don't like stating it here.. =] Whatever comes, comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.What kind of feeling do you  hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     ~ Getting Back-stabbed, When your heart breaks over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.Do you cherish every  friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     ~ Yeah..  I try to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.What do you want to do in  the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     ~ I hope I can make it as a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.What is the most important  thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Everything that needs to be important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. How did you feel last  night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     ~ Sleepless, Confused, Afraid, Without-any-mood, the secretly-smiling feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16.Who do you hope to be  always there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      ~ You really want to know?? Can you keep a secret?? So can I... =p Come and ask me then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.When do you think the world  will end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       ~ When the time is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18.The world ends  tomorrow.What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       ~ Go out with loved ones, do all last-minute stuff (before it's too late =]), Go with them to&lt;br /&gt;          Baskin Robins... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19.What do you think of the  person that tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       ~ He knows what I think of him... That's all that matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20.What do you want to know  right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      ~ Haiz.. I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then add 4 people in your list and list them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Che&lt;br /&gt;2) Pri&lt;br /&gt;3) Teng&lt;br /&gt;4) Xian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-3529589201256529013?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3529589201256529013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=3529589201256529013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3529589201256529013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/3529589201256529013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title='Tagged by Izzy'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7786398675379730661</id><published>2008-06-21T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:21:43.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DIFFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science and God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.' The atheist&lt;br /&gt;professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his&lt;br /&gt;new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you believe in God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Absolutely.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure! God's good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you good or evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Bible says I'm evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a&lt;br /&gt;moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you&lt;br /&gt;can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir, I would.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you're good...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wouldn't say that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if&lt;br /&gt;you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He&lt;br /&gt;doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even&lt;br /&gt;though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can&lt;br /&gt;you answer that one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of&lt;br /&gt;water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Er...yes,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is Satan good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then where does Satan come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student : 'From...God...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there&lt;br /&gt;evil in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything,&lt;br /&gt;correct?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created&lt;br /&gt;everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to&lt;br /&gt;the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues:&lt;br /&gt;'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible&lt;br /&gt;things, do they exist in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student: 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his&lt;br /&gt;question. 'Who created them? There is still no answer. Suddenly the&lt;br /&gt;lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you&lt;br /&gt;use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir. I've never seen Him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I have not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or&lt;br /&gt;smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Christ, or God for that matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable&lt;br /&gt;protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that,&lt;br /&gt;son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem&lt;br /&gt;science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a&lt;br /&gt;question of his own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir, there isn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.&lt;br /&gt;The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat,&lt;br /&gt;mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we&lt;br /&gt;don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below&lt;br /&gt;zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the&lt;br /&gt;lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when&lt;br /&gt;it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have&lt;br /&gt;or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat.&lt;br /&gt;You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of&lt;br /&gt;heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units&lt;br /&gt;because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the&lt;br /&gt;absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night&lt;br /&gt;if it isn't darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the&lt;br /&gt;absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright&lt;br /&gt;light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to&lt;br /&gt;define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able&lt;br /&gt;to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is&lt;br /&gt;flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.&lt;br /&gt;'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student&lt;br /&gt;explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good&lt;br /&gt;God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something&lt;br /&gt;finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a&lt;br /&gt;thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much&lt;br /&gt;less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life&lt;br /&gt;is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive&lt;br /&gt;thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they&lt;br /&gt;evolved from a monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young&lt;br /&gt;man, yes, of course I do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he&lt;br /&gt;realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work&lt;br /&gt;and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you&lt;br /&gt;not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a&lt;br /&gt;preacher?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the&lt;br /&gt;Commotion has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other&lt;br /&gt;student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class&lt;br /&gt;who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain,&lt;br /&gt;felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No&lt;br /&gt;one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of&lt;br /&gt;empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no&lt;br /&gt;brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain,&lt;br /&gt;how can we trust your lectures, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the&lt;br /&gt;student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I&lt;br /&gt;guess you'll have to take them on faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists&lt;br /&gt;with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We&lt;br /&gt;see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.&lt;br /&gt;It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at&lt;br /&gt;least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe&lt;br /&gt;the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when&lt;br /&gt;man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold&lt;br /&gt;that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there&lt;br /&gt;is no light.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on if you have faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;If not, still pass it on for it's a good story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7786398675379730661?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7786398675379730661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7786398675379730661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7786398675379730661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7786398675379730661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/difference-science-and-god-let-me.html' title='THE DIFFERENCE'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5689504106541707874</id><published>2008-06-21T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:09:06.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest.....</title><content type='html'>MAY I PRESENT TO YOU.... THE WINNER OF MUTIARA IDOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~ MATTHEW JOSHUA ANDREW!!!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Runner up was a chinese guy... I forgot his name =p... 3rd place.... Dunno?? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Matt was VERY nervous before he went up... Couldn't believe he could actually do freestyle dancing up there.. So much for being nervous -.-... Judges even said that he was OVER confident... =] He sang "When you say nothing at all"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy was amazing... Sang like an angel.. Eh.. I didn't say wan ah.. Cik Adlina did.. She said it was perfect except for his pronunciation problem... Hehe.. He did have a melodious voice.. That all of us had to admit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I performed ok.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and Seira sang "When there was me and you"... Carmen even went up there with a bear.. But I think they didn't win because being a duet, they were supposed to sing in a harmony.. They basically stuck to the melody.. So I guess the judges were a little disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up Nazim's song... He didn't have a minus 1..  So that morning itself he asked me to play for him... I was afraid of doing that because he wouldn't have time to practice.. It ended with him singing in a different key entirely.. I was hoping that he would hear the piano.. I kept trying to point out the melody... Haiz.. SORRY NAZIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.... That was it for yesterday... Hmmmm.. What else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Kung Fu Panda just now.. Funny.. Haha... But frankly speaking, the crowd got confused on which part to laugh... =] What was sad could also be funny... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihz.. Nervous... Supposed to sit for an exam to go in to that school... Ish... Wonder if I'll fail.. Mum said as long as I don't get a one digit result or less than 20% they will accept me... Swtness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like not studying anymore.... It's sort of like a "no-use" thing.... I mean this Form 3 subjects... Dunno whether Mum will say if Aug or Oct will be better.. I want to go in  Oct.. Haiz..  And if I do.. I better start forcing myself to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the hope of August being the special months.. Stupid Gerak Gempur and Piano exam... Piano is on the 25th of Aug... When I found that out, I went like "You better be thanking God right now that you didn't put me on the 26th.. Because if you did... There goes your head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... That's it for today I guess... Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-5689504106541707874?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5689504106541707874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5689504106541707874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5689504106541707874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5689504106541707874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest.html' title='Latest.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7322845632428229719</id><published>2008-06-19T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:01:00.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aihz...</title><content type='html'>From the title, I'm hoping you know what the mood of this post will be like... Mmmm... But I'd rather not talk about it.... All the "important people"  know.. So I'll  just let it remain that way... I still have to tell a few others... Don't worry.. I won't leave you out... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... More than words.... =] Sam and I singing that song tomorrow for Mutiara Idol... I just love the way the guitar sounds when Sam plays this song... Love the way the song starts with plucking... =] Ahh.. There goes my dreams of playing the guitar.. Won't be able to go for classes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ More than words,&lt;br /&gt;Is all you have to do to make it real&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;br /&gt;That you love me&lt;br /&gt;'Coz  I'd already know..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sweet huh?? =] Maybe that's why Sam chose it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to talk about anyway.. It's been all bland this week... Before yesterday that is... =] Some good came out of it too, though... Every ending is a beginning? Sorrow is the path to happiness?? I think I may know what those phrases mean now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm.... Dad just left this morning... Wish he wouldn't leave... Ahhh... Can't really do anything about it... What comes, comes.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7322845632428229719?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7322845632428229719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7322845632428229719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7322845632428229719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7322845632428229719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/aihz_19.html' title='Aihz...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1167822773684559467</id><published>2008-06-17T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:23:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoosh....</title><content type='html'>Haiz..... A lot of things to blog about.. Ahh.. Penang first.... ATTENTION!!!! I DID NOT see a SINGLE LENG ZAI there.. Except the one in Starbucks.. Haha... Mocha frappe, tall, without cream, take away.. I was amazed he actually caught what  said.... I wanted to get out as soon as possible so that they wouldn't make an Espresso right in front of me and make me puke.. He actually tried to tease me and asked if he could keep the change... Swtness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Next topic, err... What's the next topic again?? Oh yeah.. Folio, I'm here to say to you... GOOD RIDDANCE!!!!! I finished my Sej folio.. FINALLY!!!! Haiz.. Geography is still there though... Ahhhh... Folio.... *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Yee is pregnant!! Already 5 months and we only got to know NOW.. Secretive much... Haha.. Ahh.. Mum said she's thinking of going to London to see her new nephew.. Since Dad is going there for his cousins wedding.. Awh.. At all these falls right smack in the middle of the PMR exam.. I WANNA GO TO LONDON TOO YOU KNOW?!?!? =]... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR..... Better start the REAL studying soon... =[ Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... Going going.... Bored you guys to death huh?? Mmmm... Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1167822773684559467?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1167822773684559467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1167822773684559467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1167822773684559467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1167822773684559467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoosh.html' title='Whoosh....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6498732141126197379</id><published>2008-06-12T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:56:48.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aihz...</title><content type='html'>Studied until 3am last night/morning.... Yeah... You're absolutely right.. I was studying History... Teacher said that there will be an exam today and we are only allowed to get 10/15 questions wrong... I think, if I'm not mistaken, she said if we got less than 45 correct, we would have to compose our own questions and answer them as well... We had to compose 10 for every chapter... That would mean all the chapters from Form 1 and 2... As well as 5 chapters in Form 3... All in all... 24 chapters... So you do the math...How many questions would i have to compose then?? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Pn. Anita came in today, she looked at the paper, and we were all discussing among ourselves.. We were talking about chapter 6 with her as well.. Then she suddenly asked out loud..."Could we postpone the exam??" And the whole class applauded.. Ahahaha... Haiz... More time to study..  Wasted sleeping time yesterday... Mmmmm.... I'll never regret yesterday anyway.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pri performed a bypass surgery today in the Science lab... Chill.. We weren't bisecting an animal... She was performing it on my watch... I know i know.. She needs help.... Haha... We did experiments today..Tested the reaction of Magnesium , Copper, Iron, Zinc and Aluminium against oxygen... Almost all of our experiments failed... Haha.. We burnt the retort stand and practically melted the boiling tube... Funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat Soon.. I want to carry your bag again...!! Hehe.. Tat Soon... So weird... We exchanged bags... He was supposed to pay for my drink and I refused.. So as pay back, He carried my bag out for me... Haha..  So I decided to carry his bag... I win Tat Soon!!!Pay back doesn't sound like the right word... Jun Qin also another one... She was supposed to help me mah.. Went and supported Tat Soon pulak... Haiz...  One Kai Kor, one Kai Mui.. Both also against their Kai Ma... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon called me a Panda today!! I thought she was calling me fat.. I was like about to agree when May Foong agreed and said that my eyes do have dark rings... I went like... What??? Ehh?? Seriously?? Hehe.. Didn't realize..... Nvm... Blame History... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Penang tomorrow... Haiz.... So far away... =]... Mmmmm... Dad will definitely want to go to all his favorite stalls... Haiz... Eating spree.... Shall starve now so that food taste better tomorrow... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6498732141126197379?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6498732141126197379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6498732141126197379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6498732141126197379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6498732141126197379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/aihz.html' title='Aihz...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4320373326324632273</id><published>2008-06-10T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:05:02.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Paper and other Boring Subjects =]</title><content type='html'>We got our English paper back today... Seriously, I do not know what came over me when i was writing it.. I was so mean in the paper.. But Miss Wong liked it.. So what the hell?? XD Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Good morning to the honorable headmistress, teachers and fellow students. First and fore most, I would like to thank the principal for giving me this chance to present a speech today. I am very concerned about our students' personal belongings going missing or getting stolen. So the title my talk today will be about "Ways to curb Stealing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the head prefect. I strongly suggest that we take matters into our own hands. Firstly, I would like to elaborate more on the causes of thefts that have been happening recently. When a certain class is having their physical education lesson, some students are careless enough to leave their valuable items in class. Obviously, other students passing by who, may I add, have no moral values, will seize the opportunity to steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here are a couple of Dos and Don't-s that we should all abide by. When students leave classes for physical education classes or to the labs, monitors, it is your responsibility to make sure that the classroom doors are closed and locked. If your class doesn't have a lock, I suggest you get one soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other than that, we can always ask our teachers to keep our wallets or purses during physical education classes. Don't just leave them in a corner where you think it is hidden and safe. I would also like to add at this point, that we should be more careful and think wisely for ourselves. When you know that your belongings are bound to be stolen, don't just leave it there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fellow students,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          We should bear in mind that we should not bring too much money or valuable items. We will just invite more trouble. To you students that are sitting here with inncocent looking faces bu have stolen things from others, I warn you not to enter empty classes. There will be great consequences if you do so and get caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of consequences, students that are caught stealing should be and will be expelled. It is clear that stealing is not a small matter. It is in fact, a very serious crime. Stealing can lead to robbing. And by robbing, I mean robbing banks and breaking into people's houses. Stealing may even lead to murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I close, I'd like to stress that we should not take this matter lightly. We should start taking action now and put an end to this. Students who have witnessed others stealing, I urge you to report or alert this to a teacher or a prefect. I will end my speech here. I hope you will act on these suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh.. That is long.... Haiz.. And I only got 26 and 1/2.... Well over 30.. So i'm not that down yet... I love the novel part.... Hao Shun  actually managed to amaze our class.. The question was to write an incident that left a lasting impression on you.. So he chose The Phantom Of the Opera.. He put the part of Christine kissing Eric... He explained the situation thoroughly and left the best for last. He said that he realized " All A Man Needs Is A Woman's Love"... Wow.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai.... I'll never forget her reaction when I finished reading mine to the class.. I said that "I realized all Eric needed was someone to show him love, someone to care for him, just like we need someone to care for us"... Her reaction was like " Aaaah...." I asked her later on and she said it was a Good reaction.. I think maybe she was thinking Of Danial A. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Miss Wong asked Sam to read an essay.. Don't ask me by who... But I wil try to get the full thing... The last part.. We were supposed to talk about the penalty. The one about getting expelled.. He wrote that getting expelled was getting off easy.. He wrote that he would pour "Concentrated Hydrochloric Acid" on that particular person. And then take a surgeon's kit, and cut him limb by limb and sew him back up and wish that the Black Gentleman in other words, the devil to take him to the burning pits of hell... Wow... Intense.. SERIOUSLY over... But Miss Wong was right.. It was REALLY interesting.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=].. Mmmm... Anything else? Oh yeah... Pri... Don't bother acting.. We know what's going on inside... And you already know that you don' need to ASK m to be with you.. I ALREADY am... Just like you've always been with me?? Hehe.. Pay back time.. I rather need you now too.. May Foong!!! Need you too.... Evon no need to say.. She'll never leave me.. Jun Qin is mad.. Don't tell her also she will know and come running... Haha.. Weird.... Telepathy?? Ehhh... Mother and and daughter bond ma... Cheh.... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. Better go before I have stones thrown right at me... Catch you guys later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4320373326324632273?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4320373326324632273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4320373326324632273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4320373326324632273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4320373326324632273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/english-paper-and-other-boring-subjects.html' title='English Paper and other Boring Subjects =]'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6042768812259578716</id><published>2008-06-08T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:20:41.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Min or Kape??</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm... Just came back from Seremban.. We're lucky we didn't get caught in the jam... Which is like happening NOW.... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we had all the authentic Indian dishes.. 'Kape' and 'Min' curry... Pri!!!! Katapandi!!! Yummm... I just got off the phone with her.. Forgot to tell her about that... Something happened when we were there.... I have to let it out somewhere right?? I totally forgot about it until just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa had a stroke in 1996... He had another  stroke about two years ago... So now he has problems remembering as well as walking.. He doesn't walk anymore now... I don't even think he remembers me.... Haiz... He doesn't see me as often as he used to... So nowadays when we come back there, we kiss him and he just acts polite because he doesn't recognize us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened yesterday... He only recognized Dad..... I kissed him on the forehead, he smiled and turned away... I have seriously no words to express how painful that felt... Today morning, however, I came down after dressing for church.. He looked at me and called me "Mo-le..." To be honest with you guys, I immediately responded to that as either I was hallucinating or someone else was calling me... But he was looking straight at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... Weird when you feel your grandfathers tears on your forehead and yours on his cheek... I just hugged him and hugged him...  He also has hearing problems.. But we talked.. I didn't really care if I was screaming or not.. I was just happy to hear him talk to me again.... He thought I was married!! Haha... I told him about almost everything... Studies, life, how we're doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I let go of him to call Gramma, he forgot everything... All his hearing problems came back... Gramma said that this has been happening for quite some time, with her as well... Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm in no mood to do anything.. But there are still folios to do.... And other disturbing things at hand.... Not forgetting exams.. Ish.. Why can't things come one by one.... Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else I guess... Haiz.. I'll catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6042768812259578716?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6042768812259578716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6042768812259578716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6042768812259578716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6042768812259578716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/min-or-kape.html' title='Min or Kape??'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6089408884727729294</id><published>2008-06-06T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:04:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.....</title><content type='html'>WOW!!! I  found a new title!! Well... Not new la... But never used before..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun turns black,&lt;br /&gt;Earth sinks into the Sea,&lt;br /&gt;The hot stars&lt;br /&gt;from heaven they whirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce grows the steam&lt;br /&gt;and the life-feeding flame,&lt;br /&gt;Till fire leaps high&lt;br /&gt;about Heaven itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that in a book... That's the Pagans poem of the End of the World... Scary?? Not yet..At least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... Anything else? Oh yeah.. Dad's home... Came home yesterday... Haha.. The dinner we had with him and his friends were hilarious.... I think maybe that's why i was so high last night... Haha.. You guys wouldn't want to know what happened.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... That's it I guess.. Going out for  movie tonight.... The four of us... FINALLY!!!! Forever working parents can finally be together with their two kids =p..... Haiz.. I gtg.. I'm tired of blogging... ( ya right!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6089408884727729294?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6089408884727729294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6089408884727729294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6089408884727729294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6089408884727729294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1843602596355825288</id><published>2008-06-05T08:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:30:22.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Che ( May Foong)</title><content type='html'>1. Who is your favorite celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;  ~ No idea... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ For me to be able to understand certain situations better and actually STUDY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you believe in after life?&lt;br /&gt;  ~ I believe in eternal life.. Don't think it's the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ Don't think I ever have.. But then again, depending on who and what the situation is like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you wish to die?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ When my time comes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ Yes, because it really does happen.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What impossible things would you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;  ~  Eat chocolate for the rest of my life... That's actually possible.. PASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;  ~ Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;  ~Yup... Don't ask me how many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feelings do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ Haven't exactly found out.. Care? Love? Passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements does your other half have to fulfill?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ As long as it's a guy... Loves me... Loves God.. Loves CHOCOLATE... Why are we talking about this again??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What name do you love the most? (The question i changed)&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Maya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Yeah... I  do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anything you're looking forward to in these next two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;      ~ Anything that hopes to come my way I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Everything that needs to be in the important list..=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always with you?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ God always is.... But I have a few that I would love to be with me always.. You know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your latest injury?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ The bruise on my thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who did you chat with just now?&lt;br /&gt;      ~ Izzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your dream house?&lt;br /&gt;      ~ Somewhere peaceful.. Near the countryside? But not deserted though.. City girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. People you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Pri and Izzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instructions : Remove one question from this tag and fill in your own personal question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-1843602596355825288?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1843602596355825288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1843602596355825288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1843602596355825288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1843602596355825288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-che-may-foong.html' title='Tagged by Che ( May Foong)'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6826579581043985137</id><published>2008-06-05T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:11:58.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday..... hmmmmm....XD</title><content type='html'>Hehe... What happened yesterday?? *Checking Melz's documents, retrieving information, DONE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.. NOW I remember....=] Went to TS with May Foong, Daniel Mak, Sabrina (Mai), Danial Afiq and Izzy..... Che came over to my place, Walked down to the junction and waited, no bus, so continued walking. Reached the bus stop, no bus, continued walking, reached LM... We were supposed to meet Dan at 10.30am... We stepped into LM at 10.30am but reached McD's at 10.40.. &lt;br /&gt;Sat there, talked about folio while waiting for Daniel to finish his hash brown. Left at around 10.45/10.50am... Waited for the bus... Got on it at 11.10... Reached TS at 11.45am... Got a call from Izzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm already here..&lt;br /&gt;I: Godammit... I'm waiting for Danial.. He's on the way here and he wants to do his hair..&lt;br /&gt;M: *eh??* Wait... You haven't left home yet?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the rest of the rest of the conversation... It was mainly about what time they would arrive and that we would eat lunch while waiting for them... So Che, Dan and I went to Ed&amp;amp;Ed... Hehe.. You'll never guess what Che and I  found there... XD.. Then smsed Mai... Met up with her at McD's and had lunch.. Well, I did... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to the main entrance and waited for the guys... Saw them.... Said hi.. and we like stood around... Haha... We had half and hour to kill... So decided to walk around as Daniel put it "a form of exercise"... Izzy.. Got so bored.. And nobody knew where to walk... Err.. We don't need to know where we walk.. Just walk ma!!! =p Then we met up with Danial and Izzy's friends and went to the karoke... (haiz....) Che and Daniel changed their mind and went back to TS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was there to do at the karoke BUT sing??? Hehe... Got in at 2.15, came out at 4.55pm.. Mai left at around the same time.. But she left earlier.. Going home... Oh.. Long story.. Talked and talked about how we're going home.. Decided on the bus... Izzy and Dan A. followed along...Then saw the amount of cars and traffic, changed our minds.. Taking the LRT and the taxi home would be faster.. Reached at the station... Tickets... (weird..) Took a taxi home.. Yesterday would be the first time that a Chinese taxi driver spoke decent English and was friendly/polite... Talked all the way... Amazed... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZZY... DON'T YOU DARE STEAL THIS POST!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have got that over with.. I shall rest my fingers... =].. Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6826579581043985137?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6826579581043985137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6826579581043985137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6826579581043985137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6826579581043985137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-hmmmmmxd.html' title='Yesterday..... hmmmmm....XD'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8088077088203460228</id><published>2008-06-02T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:22:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's update</title><content type='html'>Sorry.. Don't have anything else that is interesting to put as my title.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Foong and Evon came over today.. We did Folios.. Well that was the plan... But folios only took like what, 2 hours? The other 3 were spent, being online, Evon going to friendster, disturbing Ian like hell and ordering McD's ice-cream... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried uploading photos into Eve's blog... Somehow, somewhere, something went wrong.. So we abandoned that idea... Then we became "temporary" busy bodies and went to everyone's profile... Then we got so bored.. We went and disturbed Ian.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi!&lt;br /&gt;Ian : wat&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: i luv u&lt;br /&gt;Ian : zzz&lt;br /&gt;Ian : i luv u too&lt;br /&gt;Ian : =.=&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: i miss u&lt;br /&gt;Ian : same same&lt;br /&gt;Ian : wat u wan la&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: hehe evon here la&lt;br /&gt;Ian : i knew it&lt;br /&gt;Ian : zzz&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: stupid..... how u noe??&lt;br /&gt;Ian : it cant be Melz&lt;br /&gt;Ian : type so slow&lt;br /&gt;Ian : becuase&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Ian : Melz types faster&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: thank you!! What is the prize?? 100 000 $??&lt;br /&gt;Ian : and she wont telll me she loves me&lt;br /&gt;-M3lz- : True.. Very true..&lt;br /&gt;Ian : eh&lt;br /&gt;Ian: don kacau&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: ??&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: my msn&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: i can kacau all i want&lt;br /&gt;Ian: zzz&lt;br /&gt;Ian : i'm playing dota la&lt;br /&gt;Ian : go away&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: fine...&lt;br /&gt;Ian : shoo&lt;br /&gt;Ian : thank u&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: dun go away!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: i will die&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: ei, juz now we ate chcolate ice cream u wan to join??&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;Ian: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;Ian: ppl playing&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;Ian : u making my game lag&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: okok&lt;br /&gt;Ian: GET LOST!!&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: hey&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: did you ask jwa to call me?&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;- M3lz-: oi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the conversation was between Evon and Ian.. I came in for the "thank you" part... =] I think got pissed.. Hehe.. Deserves it... =p Mmmm... Ordered McD's.. Yummmm.... -.-... Like i haven't been having it for 2 years la.. Haiz.. Tired.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What else?? Hmmm... Nothing really.. Except my Seni folio is screwed... Not like i did anything with it anyway... All i managed to do was the "Isi Kandungan"... And that was it... Frankly... I don't really care about it... Fail, fail la... So what?? Haiz... Position in class will drop though.. Ish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being at home is one thing.. Being at home and feeling bored is a whole different story... I have to find a new hobby.. And fast.. Getting tired just sitting down trying to force myself to study or finish the folios... Playing the piano is now something i do everyday.. But I play for half an hour, go somewhere else for 2 hours then come back and play for another 15 minutes or so and then the whole cycle starts again... Other than the piano... Blogging is the only other thing that is not so boring... =] Gives me a chance to bore YOU guys!!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i better stop before one of you reader decides to hire a hitman and just murder me.. =] Anybody else bored?? Please pui ngo la... We shall face boredom-ness together.. Haha.. Like it's a disease... I shall prepare the coke and cough syrup.&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-size:130%;"&gt;OK, OK.... I'm going... Sheesh... =p Catch you guys later then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Things that i haven't let go of.. From "the past"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Melz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="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/7311070237150721420-8088077088203460228?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8088077088203460228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8088077088203460228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8088077088203460228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8088077088203460228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-update.html' title='Today&apos;s update'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-113237832506774969</id><published>2008-06-01T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:38:55.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummm...</title><content type='html'>Whee... Just came back from Ipoh today.. Missed it so much... Only problem that i had there was wearing two skirts, on the same day, when i was already sick of them.. Hehe.. Other than that, no comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum!!! Mum almost said no... I asked her before we slept yesterday(saturday),&lt;br /&gt;Melz :"Mum, what's for breakfast tomorrow (sunday)?? "&lt;br /&gt;No reply&lt;br /&gt;Melz : "Dim sum??"&lt;br /&gt;Mum :" You ah.. Forever Dim Sum.."&lt;br /&gt;Melz  : "Well, I grew up with it.. "&lt;br /&gt;Mum : " Dunno la.. See what Kam Poh says "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday on the way back from the reception, Poh suggested a nearby dim sum shop for breakfast.. Mum and I exchanged knowing and cheeky smiles.... Yummy.... Ate all sorts of stuff.. I can't even start listing it out... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception and ceremony was different.. As in like.. Well... Normally all the weddings we go to.. We will sing like old as in OLD hymns that we wouldn't know.. This one was different.. We knew all the songs, the ceremony was short and not the usual boring one.. Reception was even more surprising... Groom was really sweet... A little TOO sweet.. Hehe... Dedicated a song to his bride... Awww... =p... Err.. "You're my inspiration"... Other than that.. It was quite boring.. I don't need to tell you what we ate, because it was the typical Chinese wedding menu.. The couples speech was extremely long... I mean they even thanked their driver!!! Lucky I had Izzy to talk to... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy had his TKD tournament yesterday... Scared the hell out of me when he didn't reply me at 6.26am... I thought he was still asleep.. He was supposed to be up by 6.. =] Err... He lost in the first round... Was supposed to win though.... That's his news.. Go and read his bloggie la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we stopped by our old Ipoh house... Man i missed, and still do miss that place.. We brought back so many pots... I don't even know which is which.... I didn't even know we had SO MANY!!! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out things that were interesting and shocking/scary/hurting.... Hehe... So many people at the church recognized me.. Don't ask me to name them or tell you who they were.. I went like "Hi aunty/uncle... Yes, im fine... No we came this morning..Ok.. Bye" -.-.. They all said i haven't changed much.. And the last time they saw me was when i was 2!!!! Swtness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll leave the shocking news out... Those who want to know and think they deserve to know, come and find me la... Those who I know i am supposed to tell, i have either already told or will tell.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... That's it la.... I'll stop boring you guys.. hehe.. Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-113237832506774969?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/113237832506774969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=113237832506774969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/113237832506774969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/113237832506774969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/yummm.html' title='Yummm...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8450799952253570393</id><published>2008-06-01T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:10:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Izzy</title><content type='html'>8 things I am passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;1) Playing the Piano&lt;br /&gt;2) Listening to music i like&lt;br /&gt;3) Talking about everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;4) Volley&lt;br /&gt;5) Learning new things??&lt;br /&gt;6) Baking&lt;br /&gt;7) Enjoying life??&lt;br /&gt;8) CHOCOLATE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;1) Swt&lt;br /&gt;2) Haiz&lt;br /&gt;3) = )&lt;br /&gt;4) Err..&lt;br /&gt;5) Ok&lt;br /&gt;6) Ya.. ya..&lt;br /&gt;7) Yeah right.... (sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;8) Dong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 books I’ve read recently:&lt;br /&gt;1) Huckleberry Fin (boring.. seriously boring..)&lt;br /&gt;2) Tom Wilder's book.. Don't know what it's called..&lt;br /&gt;3) P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;4) Whitney, My love&lt;br /&gt;5) Almost Heaven&lt;br /&gt;6) Reader's digest&lt;br /&gt;7) Archie's..&lt;br /&gt;8) Better ways to sleep (Hahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1) Chris Brown - With you -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;2) The point of no return- P of the O (hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Leona Lewis - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;4) Akon - Don't matter (Some things just can't be let go.. Che understands... =] )&lt;br /&gt;5) Rihanna - Take a bow&lt;br /&gt;6) Madonna ft JT - 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;7) Ashley Tisdale - He said She said&lt;br /&gt;8) B5 ft Lil Bow Wow - Hydrolics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I learned last year:&lt;br /&gt;1) Form 2 thingys...&lt;br /&gt;2) Being sad and emo on a long term is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;3) Play the chords for church better&lt;br /&gt;4) New words in Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;5) Bad words in Tamil.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;6) Realized i could actually understand a lil' Tamil&lt;br /&gt;7) I was lifeless&lt;br /&gt;8) Loved being insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pri&lt;br /&gt;2. May Foong&lt;br /&gt;3. Shu Teng&lt;br /&gt;4. Xian Xian&lt;br /&gt;5. Benbenzai&lt;br /&gt;6. Daniel Mak&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;8.  err...  Eminem, if you drop by do this tag will ya?!?! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8450799952253570393?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8450799952253570393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8450799952253570393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8450799952253570393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8450799952253570393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-izzy.html' title='Tagged by Izzy'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4560813015956999435</id><published>2008-05-28T07:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:09:10.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm... Bored....</title><content type='html'>Bored... Sorry... Nothing else to do but blog.... I just realized that blogging is my thing now... Weird... I think because there is nothing else TO do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Stupid Seni Folio..... How the hell do I find pictures when I don't even know if they're the correct ones?? I don't even know how to start?? Ish.... Fail la.... Like I care.... Friday was the last day to pass up... When I met up with Sam and Mai yesterday, I asked them if they finished it... Hehe... I'm so happy... Sam hasn't even started... And he doesn't even plan on doing it... Mai hasn't started yet but she says she will do it and pujuk teacher when school reopens... Hehe.. Pri!!! Join the gang!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition spree... Had tuition on Monday... Having tuition again tomorrow and also on Friday... At least it's in the morning.... Can laze around and do some "research" (hehe)..... I think the right word is ask for "forgiveness".... "Dear Handsome and Gorgeous Sleep.... Please allow this cute little Melz to sleep ya?? Will you forgive me??". Assuming sleep is a guy of course... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... Bored and sleepy.... Mmmmm... That's it... I'm taking pills... I think mum has some in the cupboard... How good it feel to sleep again..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Is it OK to be confused? I mean, I am in the without sleep situation. And you're  figuring things out. I GENUINELY understand. But I can still be confused right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... Nothing else is happening... I just wanna go out again!!! There's nothing to do here!!!! I want to watch IRON MAN!!!! Awh...... Please... Mum... Just let me go out with friends to watch ok?? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.... Going to Ipoh this Saturday... YAY!!!! DIM SUM!!!! All my fav foods are there... Well some are in Penang but well... hehe.... Don't know why she's letting us tagging along... Its her friends wedding... Oh no... FORMAL AGAIN?!?!?! Can I like be... half formal?? I don't want to wear a skirt... Again.... All I wear is skirts nowadays!! Jeans... Love ya jeans... Hehe... (Insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for not talking too much... Boring huh??? Hehe... Mmmmm.. OK OK.. I'M GOING!! UGH... JERKS...!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4560813015956999435?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4560813015956999435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4560813015956999435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4560813015956999435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4560813015956999435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored.html' title='Mmmmmm... Bored....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7861712440543147318</id><published>2008-05-27T19:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:18:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haiz... Hitting the bed not enough ah?? Ouch... Haiz.. Slipped in the bathroom... Every part of my body hit something... Well not EVERY part la.... =p... Elbow hit the sink... Head hit the door... That was actually my fault... I hit my head against the door as extra punishment... Idiot i know...Obviously my ass hit the floor... Duh.... The moment i fell... I started LAUGHING.. I just sat for 1 minute and laughed... Hehe.. And then getting up was.. well... Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che.. Remember when you said the bruise from the bed hit on my leg was red??? Well I never would have noticed if you didn't tell me... The very next day... It turned blue and black.. Guess what colour is it now??? Hehe... Yellow... I just spotted it when i fell today... Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Went out with Sam, Danial, Izzy and Mai today... Venu and Arvind came too.... They had a friendly match.. Err... Mutiarans vs Gabrielians (haha)... Mutiarans won... I won't tell you the marks so that the Gabrielians will have some dignity left... =p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had piano before that.... Fingers hurt!!!  Then Izzy called... Problem... Danial had to fix his racket  strings.... The shop they were gonna fix it at only opened at 11.30, which was the same time they were supposed to meet us at LM... So called Venu and postponed the match to 1pm... Lucky Venu wasn't angry... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Mai and Sam.. Met up with them at McD's.... Izzy had problems spotting me!!! Awh..... We practically screamed on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melz : Hello.... Just look in front of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy : All i see is the pillar!!&lt;br /&gt;Melz :Owh... Look straight!! I'm the one in pink!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sam put his hand around my shoulders and said " Tell Adam that you're the one with the guys arm around you..." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melz : I'm the one with the guy's arm around me!!&lt;br /&gt;Izzy : You have a guys arm around you!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Melz : Hahaha.. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Izzy : Oh.. Oh... Ok...Now i see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time.. I'll always have a guys arm around me.... Easier to see.. =p Took 2 taxis to Challenger... I was blank in the taxi... The driver also another one...  The  more he talked the more i got confused... Challenger.. A flat?!?!!? Hello... I'm the one guiding you... Don't talk so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the rest of them there.... Started the game.. I took a couple of pictures... Not clear... And... Well.. Malas la.... Later on k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game... Went back to LM... I tell you ah... I'm starting to dislike taxi drivers.... I paid for the trip back, since the "someone's" didn't have enough $$ hehe... The amount shown on the screen was RM2.70.. I gave a RM5... He like slambe only.... Like reluctant to give me the change... So he gave me a change of 2 bucks... EXCUSE ME!!! 30 CENTS IS A LOT!!! So the gu hon geh?!?!? Geram....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... We walked back to LM... Izzy and Danial bought drinks... Then went our separate ways.. Haiz.. Tired le... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He hugged me??? Confused.... Err why??? Again.. Confused... Pleasant shock=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Tired but cannot sleep.... Don't feel like eating.... Ahh.. Piano.. COME TO ME....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I suddenly love the song "The point of No Return"; Phantom Of the Opera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. Catch you guys later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7861712440543147318?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7861712440543147318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7861712440543147318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7861712440543147318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7861712440543147318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2469401786215233988</id><published>2008-05-25T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:54:08.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>Being frank here... I don't like being emo... But I don't have a choice do I?? I'm loosing grip of happiness.... I have to start my research soon... Will sleeping pills do?? Oh.... Loosing sense...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Is there another reason... Mmmm... Not tired enough?? I'm not happy enough?? I don't DO enough?? Ishhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should tell Mum about this.... Just a little bit longer.... Wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... Something I heard at church today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't KEEP something that you cannot LOOSE and GIVE something you cannot GAIN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GIVE what you cannot LOOSE and KEEP what you can never GAIN (again)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense to you... ?I'm actually quite happy right now... Because i could actually understand that even with my brain half dead... Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Sorry guys.. I seriously have no mood to crap today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste your time.. See!! I'm helping you guys out... Yay!! I'm so proud of me-self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbakti kepada masyarakat....WTF??? What "masyarakat"??? Hehe.. The -Melz-  masyarakat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no... I'm crapping again.. Ok ok.. I'll go and bang the piano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2469401786215233988?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2469401786215233988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2469401786215233988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2469401786215233988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2469401786215233988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-1180986341504158245</id><published>2008-05-25T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:38:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My  Dad *meow* Hehe... Sent me this e-mail... It makes sense.. Title of the e-mail is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly one can get back their focus on what's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David J. Pollay explains his story in this way....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and wave at the guy. And I mean...he was friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, &lt;b&gt;'The Law of the Garbage Truck'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally... You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason.  Never let the garbage truck run over you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Castellar;" lang="EN-US"&gt;'Have a Nice Day'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;label style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" id="EC_HbSession"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Chandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys get it???  Hehe..... Love it when he sends stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&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/7311070237150721420-1180986341504158245?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1180986341504158245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=1180986341504158245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1180986341504158245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/1180986341504158245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dad-meow-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-371901989469719486</id><published>2008-05-24T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:16:45.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation for the updates on Teachers Day....</title><content type='html'>Oh.. Oh.. I forgot.... Once i read May Foong's post then I remembered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHAIRI'S PERFORMANCE WAS SUPERB!!!!!!!!!! He, Qayyum and another guy was supposed to be a big hit... But they practiced their break dance for a very long time... So everyone went like cramped... Qayyum and the other one just went of stage because they couldn't handle it.. Khairi did a ONE MAN SHOW... Me and May Foong went like " WOAH!!!!! " Haiz.. I can honestly say I fell in love with his dancing.... He brought a new meaning to being "flexible"... Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazim sang "sayang, sayang, sayang".... It was cool with Sam and HY playing the guitars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir did well... But not as good as their performance for the choir competition.. Mainly because there were very few people and they were only given a one day notice... So considering all that.. I will still say they did well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya... That's it.... I've already mentioned Matt's and Miss Adlina's performance... So yeah.. That's it... Catch you guys later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-371901989469719486?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/371901989469719486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=371901989469719486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/371901989469719486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/371901989469719486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh.html' title='Continuation for the updates on Teachers Day....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5752006778900757981</id><published>2008-05-24T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:20:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by  ~~ Who Else???~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Part 1: On the outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Name: Melissa Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: 26 August 1993&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black??&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 2: On the Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Your Heritage: Christianity?? Chindian??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Your Fear: Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 3: Yesterday, Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Did I even sleep??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Bedtime: I can't even remember!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Your most missed memory: Err.. I have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 4: Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Single or Group Dates: I'll tell you when I find out... Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 5: Do You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Smoke: Never... To the past, present and future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Curse: Yes but seldom... Except when "people" bowl.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Drink : Only during special occasions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 7: Have You Ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Played a stripping game: No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Not that I can remember... *picks up the phone and dials May Foong's number*  " Che, have I ever like changed drastically to fit in before??"  =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 8: Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;You're hoping to be married: Err.. When the right time comes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 9: In A Guy/Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Best eye colour: Hmmm... I'm not fussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Hair colour: Again...Don't really mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Short or long hair: A guy??? Then I say short... Girls?? We look good in everything!! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 10: What Were You Doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1 minute ago: Doing this thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1 hour ago: Trying to get over my anger... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1 month ago: SLEEP!!!!! How I miss it... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 11: Finish The Sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I love: I can't even begin to list out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I miss : Do I even need to repeat it again???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I need: Oh come on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Part 12: Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;May Foong, Priyanka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;List out 5 presents you wish for your upcoming birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;It's the thought that counts... Hehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Aren't I sweet??? (perasan much!!! =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Melz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7311070237150721420-5752006778900757981?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5752006778900757981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5752006778900757981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5752006778900757981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5752006778900757981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-1-on-outside-name-melissa-samuel.html' title='Tagged by  ~~ Who Else???~~'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8912126116020672182</id><published>2008-05-24T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:37:59.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood.....</title><content type='html'>I was trying to sleep when you came barging in.... I actually managed to be dozing off.... But no.... You just had to disrupt my peace and my precious sleep... You asked how was the cake... I went like.... "EXCUSE ME... IF YOU DON'T MIND... I'M TRYING TO SLEEP.. I'LL TELL YOU LATER...".. Managed to control my anger... So instead, I said, " It was OK... Better than the last one...". And you had to drag the conversation on and on.... I don't remember what you said anymore because I didn't want to and because I couldn't...  But i do remember the last part which just forced me to feel like i was controlling a volcano from erupting... You asked me how i chopped up my nuts... I said very finely... LIKE how you mince meat.. She started nagging and saying mincing is different.. DUH!!! I KNOW IT'S DIFFERENT!!! THAT'S WHY I SAID "LIKE".....!! Ish.. Then she asked me to bring the dictionary pulak!! I went like.... ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Fine... Take it... Just go and grab it... Then she checked it up and said " There!! I told you, I told you... Mincing is for meat.. But you won't believe me... " WTF!!!!! Seriously.... Don't you dare talk to me like i just commited a crime... Haiz... This time I really was CHOKING MY ANGER DOWN... So hard to control it.. Even if I did say something i didn't realize, I'm human you know!! I may be an idiot but I'm NOT that stupid....  Haiz.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself for not exploding... Now I feel much better.... Thanks to my BLOGGIE....!! =] Haiz.... Now my anger is dying... Fading away.... I'll be cool again soon.... I think i better invent a machine quick... One that can tell people that you're brain is half dead nd you're about to sleep... That would be so cooolll... Haiz... Now I can't go back to sleep... So tired... Oh... Someone just freaking HELP ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... Mum, Daniel and friend are at LM now, watching Iron Man... It's actually quite peaceful now.... Just that I can't do anything with it....  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... I'll stop boring you guys.... Catch ya'll later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-8912126116020672182?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8912126116020672182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8912126116020672182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8912126116020672182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8912126116020672182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-mood.html' title='No mood.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4630334491421067248</id><published>2008-05-23T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:07:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days of updates...</title><content type='html'>Haha.... We shall start with the update on the "PINEAPPLE HILL" school a.k.a Sek. Bkt. Nanas... Hehe... Err.. Went there to watch the debate there.. It was the state finals...  It was cool... Argue and argue, rebut and rebut, POI and POI... Bkt Nanas won in the end... Bkt Nanas was the gov and The opponent, SMK Kepong was the oppo...  All in all it was good watching them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... The day before yesterday, Wednesday was the audition for the performances on teachers day.. Only 3 of the 7 of us went up to dance... It got us through though... Practiced and practiced non-stop after that.. Legs ache like anything.... So tired... But still CANNOT SLEEP!!!! Geram... = s&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, it rained like mad... Teacher, Miss Adlina sent Hafizi, Ronald and I home.. She wanted me and Ronald to play for her performance, which was also on teacher's day.. Ronald was to play the guitar and me... You know la... But she got the song because we had limited time to practice.. But she did very well today, which was the day, by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Speaking of going home with her, we went to her house first.. As I said,  it was raining like mad...  So we like, counted 1, 2 ,3 and ran for shelter once out of the car... Imagine getting soaked through after only being the rain for less than 10 seconds... It was AMAZING!! I love the rain... Always have always will.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... Today.... Performance was OK I guess... I wasn't part of the audience, so I can't really judge...Matthew's performance was good... But i just wished he sang more of the melody... Hmmm... He's been acting really weird recently... But never mind about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err that's it i guess... Catch you guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4630334491421067248?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4630334491421067248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4630334491421067248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4630334491421067248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4630334491421067248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-days-of-updates.html' title='3 days of updates...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7221558991380366796</id><published>2008-05-19T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:19:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. Today was OK I guess... Went to Hao Yang's house today.. Played and planned and practiced... I never noticed that the whole song No One by Alicia Keys has a repitition of the same chords the WHOLE song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Leisure Mall to get a few things.. Bought a new shirt for the performance on Friday.. That is IF we get through the audition... Love that shirt.. I was surprised I could fit in it....  But love it so much.. Whee... My first long sleeved black formal shirt... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.... Yeah.... Baked the brownies today... I haven't  tasted it  yet though... Hehe.. Dunno how it would taste like... Will cut it up soon... Err.. I think i can bring some to school tomorrow.. It was supposed to be for mum.... Mother's day present... But she'll only get half the cake... Or.. I could bake another one for you guys later and give her this one... Would y'all mind???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I'll think about it la... Anyways... I got to go and give mum the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7221558991380366796?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7221558991380366796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7221558991380366796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7221558991380366796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7221558991380366796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheee.html' title='Wheee....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7053597966285548392</id><published>2008-05-17T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:02:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 5 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 5 people.This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt; 1. May Foong&lt;br /&gt; 2. Evon&lt;br /&gt; 3. Priyanka&lt;br /&gt; 4. Daniel Chandy&lt;br /&gt; 5. Jun Qin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP&lt;br /&gt; THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. HOW DID YOU MEET 1?&lt;br /&gt;    ~ Standard 4, in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2.On a scale of 1 -10 how would u rate ur friendship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;     ~100!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3.how long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;   ~ All my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. How do you know number 3?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Err.. Met her at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. wheres 5?&lt;br /&gt;    ~ Same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. A fact about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Err.. She's sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Hello he's 11!!! Err haha.. P&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ She's still studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Would you live with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;     ~ I ALREADY DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. What do you like about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ everything =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Do you miss number 5?&lt;br /&gt;      ~ yea =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12. Would you make out with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;        ~ Eww!! I'm not an incest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. What’s your opinion of number 2?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ My sweet baby sis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. What's your favorite memory with  number 5?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ Crying with her in the 3rd floor bath room.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. What would you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ Err.. I would be there with them.. I choose not to think negatively... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Ever had a long conversation with 4?&lt;br /&gt;        ~ I talk to him practically everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;      ~ No... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ ERR Daniel.. duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ Every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;       ~ Same la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7053597966285548392?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7053597966285548392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7053597966285548392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7053597966285548392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7053597966285548392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/name-5-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6015953348346385738</id><published>2008-05-17T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:07:17.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fish Curry!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awh... Sob.. sob.... Am in Seremban now... I actually was really excited to eat Gramma's fish curry again.... I've been missing it TERRIBLY!!! When we reached... Oh no... I smell Briyanni rice.. Never mind.... There's still a chance that she made is specially for me... Went to Ammachi first... Muax muax... Saw Appacha sleeping.. Kissed his forehead... Went to the kitchen.. Looked around and sat at my fav spot, the counter table... Hehe... Watched and waited for her... She was busy cooking vege...  Looking for my fish curry.. Dum... dum.. dumm.... (singing.. i can't whistle so what else can i do?!?! hehe) Looked around some more... I saw fish cutlets, mutton curry but STILL NO FISH CURRY!!! Oh... Where are you hiding??? Finally Ammachi was sitting down.... I told her about exams, and my sleeping problems, and debate and public speaking and the robbers and EVERYTHING else.... Then i asked her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ammachi, is there any 'min'(fish in maliali) curry?&lt;br /&gt;" No mo-le (little girl).. Ammachi thought that it wasn't worth it because you were only coming for one day... The next time you come Amma will make for you ok?".. "sob.. sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ok...Miss it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... But Briyanni was nice... It was even nicer than usual coz i was hungry... hehe.... Hmmm.... Mum is with Daniel in Jusco now... Buying groceries for Ammachi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I can hear the sound of the grinder.. She's making Vade.. Hehe... Yumm... I'll be doing a lot of eating today.... Being a pig.... Well can you blame me? I seldom come here anymore and once i get home... I only have one/two meal(s) a day.... Don't ask me why... Normal routine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...Will be going a lot during the holidays... Wonder what Mum will say... Hmmm.. Ahh.... I'll know when i ask... Regret not following the two of them to Jusco... I know very well i won't be able to sleep... Or can i?? Ok.. I shall try.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ZZZzzz** Hope i'll be doing that soon... Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&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/7311070237150721420-6015953348346385738?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6015953348346385738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6015953348346385738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6015953348346385738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6015953348346385738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-fish-curry.html' title='My Fish Curry!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-446389864141195033</id><published>2008-05-16T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:00:54.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep..... Precious Sleep.... I got into the habit of of sleeping late and getting up early because of exams and other things.... So sleepy and blur in school... Thing is, sleeping in school is also not that easy... Either Venu has a new story/joke to share or like today Mai asked me to play the piano for the Mai-Hao yong- Sam gang.... Now. I have a feeling i won't be able to sleep on Monday either..Monday is when we're supposed to meet up and i have feeling that i have to practice a lot with the dance thingy too.... Ish... Audition is on Tuesday, the very next day... Nvm, i chose to take part do i'm sticking to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... I actually managed to sleep peacefully with the radio sweetly playing hitz songs... I slept from 4 ++ till about 6..... The stupid hand phone started ringing..... Stupid idiot, why didn't you put it on silent mode?!?!?!?! (scolding myself)...Lagi teruk, it was some stranger... If it was one of my friends then i'd be cool... Well just a little annoyed but this stupid guy asked for an Azman.... Dei!!! Do i sound that much like a guy to you?!?!? And you have the wrong timing dude...Haiz... No idea who it was... If it was a prank... Ugh.... Don't know how my head will remain from bursting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't go back to sleep.... So excuse me... I'll be blogging like mad, of everything i can think of... Hmm... I 'm thinking of catching of a butterfly and scaring Daniel with it... Hehe... Now that is something i HAVE to look forward too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Come to think of it... Remember when i said that I would be surprised that i got a B for Geog... My mind practically when bonkers when i got an A... I'm not so much amazed at the percentage... It's just that i got an A.... Now at least i have a chance to move up from the 19th place....77%.... Hmm... Still must improve... Hehe... I can tell dad i went up two marks.. It is progress what!!!??? =p... I'm only aiming an 80%  for Geog in PMR anyway... So 3 more marks!!! Haiz... Now i'm just afraid of Sejarah and BM.. I'm not sure about Maths.. But i SUPPOSE i have confidence.. It would be impossible that i only got 1 wrong in the 2nd paper... So far i can only detect one... We'll be getting most of the marks on Tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I'm remembering everything now am i not?? Haha... Ok ok.. Last one.... You guys know the PJ paper?? The last part we had to fill in the blanks with the clues povided... So here's the whole section..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Indeks Jisim Badan juga dikenali sebagai :&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    __  M  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cara untuk megelak penyakit diabetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   __  E  __  __  __ A __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Gejala Diabetes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   __  A  __  __  __ A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Makanan  yang boleh dimakan tanpa batasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   __   __   __   __  __  A   N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill in the answers??? Haha.. One of my classmates, Sydney, who happens to be a GUY... Just in case you were wondering... haha.. Guess what he put for the first question and 3rd question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = BMW... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3= BANANA Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel also another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer he put for number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha --- 3= VAGINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many answers for that question 3.. BANANA larh.. MANGGA lah.... PAPAYA lah.... VAGINA la.... Haha... oh yeah!!! Venu put  NARNIA... GO VENU!!!! We're supporters of Narnia!!!! Woo Hooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok...  I know... " end it already!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&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/7311070237150721420-446389864141195033?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/446389864141195033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=446389864141195033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/446389864141195033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/446389864141195033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep.......'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-8272968553550248795</id><published>2008-05-15T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:05:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear.... So Funny.... Hehe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha... And i shall dedicate this post to Dearies... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Dear : Pri/Dear/&lt;br /&gt;~ One of the most whackiest person i will ever love...Haha... She started rubbing or "meraba-raba" my color paper for Seni exam that day... She kept asking it how I treated it and did i torture it... Haha.... Weird.. Also one of the sweetest and craziest one.... Did i mention she has a strong hell of a heart.. Yeah.. I know.. Sounds weird.... But 100% true.... To me la.... Pri... DON'T SAY ANYTHING!!!! We're on the brink of a long long journey dear... Haha.. Watch out world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Dear: Che/ May Foong&lt;br /&gt;~Known her since standard 4.... Been sisters/best friends since standard 5.... Still going strong.. Let's see.. We will last for about the next err... 50-60 years to come??? Depending on how long we live...Definitely one of my rocks.....Wonder how she handles me... Knowing my complains and problems that i always crowd on her.... She'll be the one to listen to my problems and provide counseling... The wise one in our family....Love ya Che!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Dear: Mui/ Evon&lt;br /&gt;~The baby of the family.... The spoiled one.. Hehe... She'll be the first to feel and understand what we're going through..Trust me, you haven't seen anyone that can be moved by your problem and start crying with you IMMEDIATELY... Haha.. Che also breaks... Just that Mui is incredibly sensetive... She's also the sweet/cute one.. Duh.. She's the baby remember?? Even the way she screams  is cute!!!! =p We'll grow old together mui... Well i'll grow old.. You can just stay cute.... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Dear: Lui/ Jun Qin&lt;br /&gt;~ My 'daughter'... I'm not married, don't worry... I got so used to her calling me mum...Warms the heart to hear it.... We have definitely been through the ups and downs together... I have definitely screwed her for all the stupid things she has done... But mind you.... She is SMART.... That's why it's so important to scold her!!!! Haha.... Lui.... Pls remember to invite your own mum to your wedding ya?? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do all these four have in common??? THEY ARE ALL MINE!!!!!! MUAHAHAHA... =p... Haiz..... I definitely can say, i need them to survive in this world..... We definitely learned from each other.. At times, hurt each other.... But that's how we grew together... But we have a lot more of growing closer together after this.... It's not the end of the story yet... And all those descriptions of them are just a summary... I can't go into detail coz there will be thousands of them then... I'll make sure i'll continue this list again though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if any of the four dearies are reading this...My pm to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you no matter what.... The distance between Australia and Malaysia will not be able to break our bond... Don't worry.... We'll find a way around it dears.... Haiz.. Wish i didn't have to do this...... But... I better do it before it's too late...... Hehe.... So shall we have blast with this stupid PMR thing?...... Knowing that this is my last year at this school (possibly) and this may, but i doubt, my last year in this damn country... Please don't leave me.... I've been cherishing all the moments i have here since the start of 2008..... Will cherish it forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. LOVE YA GUYS!!!!!!!! (how many times do i have to say that?? =p)&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/7311070237150721420-8272968553550248795?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8272968553550248795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=8272968553550248795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8272968553550248795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/8272968553550248795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Dear.... So Funny.... Hehe....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6245456953708508915</id><published>2008-05-15T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:22:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Be Kidding Me!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My Gosh.... My results..... I'm gonna crash and die... seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest score for Science was 97%....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a bloody 80%!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest score for the whole form in BM is 31/40 for the obj......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEFINITELY  doubt i'm even close to that number.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH... Was supposed to be easy it seems......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 73%!!! 2 more mark from an A!!!!! But teacher took back the answer sheets though.. I'm hoping that she will correct something that will just give me that 2 extra marks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.... We only got the obj part back... 38/40.... Ish... ENGLISH!!!! Praying that my essay will give me a boost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got the marks for Maths paper 1..... 35/40... Again.... What is happening to me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... I think because i didn't study so well... I have a feeling it's because of me studying too much sejarah and nothing much of the other subs...Don't know what dad will say.... Hmmm... Haiz.... Hoping for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go off to a corner and cry now... Hehe.... Che.. I know you feel like chopping my head off....I would chop my head off i were you too... Jun Qin would also kill me for saying that.. She'll use my technique..... Cut me into pieces bit by bit... Won't you lui????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6245456953708508915?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6245456953708508915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6245456953708508915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6245456953708508915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6245456953708508915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-gotta-be-kidding-me.html' title='You Gotta Be Kidding Me!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2678803228580645996</id><published>2008-05-14T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:25:59.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm..... Crappin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can just skip this post... You'll never understand it anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart was shattered.... I'll leave the "who" out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I left it on the ground for 8 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now..... Something else is happening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's either i be safe or i take a risk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love taking risks..... But......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's always a but in everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust you.... But.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do i trust myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What question is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It makes sense to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted someone to pick all these broken pieces up for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't want my closest(s)  to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They'll get just get hurt by doing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asking the one who shattered it in the first place is irrational and utterly stupid....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left it there for me to sweep up later on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out there was a part of it still there....Hanging, Hoping, Waiting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realized that when you came along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know........ Giving it to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will NOT do me any harm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust you, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i can take another blow.. Don't worry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still able to stand straight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stumble and trip.... But i'll try my best to get up again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have help..... Love you guys for it.. ( It's not the only reason i love you guys...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trusting you is enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trusting you means trusting myself too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not doing something wrong.... Ah Che convinced me on that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pri gave the two thumbs up......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mui just blushed... Innocent Mui knows what is sweet and right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She specializes in doing that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Qin... Lui just smiles. laughs and asks... I haven't really asked her yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time... Take as much as you want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realized i can be very patient when i'm willing to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So i'm willing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not forcing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If something happens along the way and it doesn't work out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be prepared.... I hope.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But i have hopes too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i'm also confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously don't know what, why and how i'm doing this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( This was picked from the depths of -Melz- Broken Pieces...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. It's a very discreet book... There were only 5 printed copies of it... It has all been given to it's rightful owner.... Yeah.. You know who you are......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Che, Mui, Pri, Jun Qin, Izzy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing off.... Those who have read this and don't understand... I won't be able to explain... So forgive me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Melz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2678803228580645996?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2678803228580645996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2678803228580645996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmmmm-crappin.html' title='Mmmmm..... Crappin&apos;....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-6839141086182801359</id><published>2008-05-14T16:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:47:14.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the pictures that we snapped and shot... haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCr6yFvJGoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5J49ByaW54k/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;Remember  i told you guys  i would show you what we did on Daniel's birthday? Well.. here it is...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun reading......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCr6yFvJGoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5J49ByaW54k/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCr6yFvJGoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5J49ByaW54k/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200244458192968322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah... Slow and steady.. Careful Daniel..DON'T HURT THE CAKE!!!! You used the 50 bucks i gave yo to buy it remember??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrsj1vJGmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QDzhrCIHeh0/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrsj1vJGmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QDzhrCIHeh0/s320/DSC00913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200228820217043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh... can't you just go through you bloody knife??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrqmVvJGlI/AAAAAAAAACw/p1_J24tBLaM/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrqmVvJGlI/AAAAAAAAACw/p1_J24tBLaM/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226664143460946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei...wei...Leave some for us also la!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrpkVvJGkI/AAAAAAAAACo/YPWsgKUD7oY/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrpkVvJGkI/AAAAAAAAACo/YPWsgKUD7oY/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200225530272094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yumm yumm... Slowly Daniel.... You're gonna get even more fatter if you eat that fast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCroj1vJGjI/AAAAAAAAACg/YIbq44xgFrM/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCroj1vJGjI/AAAAAAAAACg/YIbq44xgFrM/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200224422170532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My drawing in school after finishing sejarah... i had no other better work to do..... Studying KH was not an option.... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrltFvJGhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ySIUwtldMq4/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCrltFvJGhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ySIUwtldMq4/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200221282549438994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel's birthday cake.... You're probably wondering why an eleven year old boy bought a cake with a rose and pink pattern? Haha.. It was a last minute thing... But the cake was nice though...&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry ice cream and chocolate devil's cake... Yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCri6VvJGgI/AAAAAAAAACI/cu4PK-EPcoM/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCri6VvJGgI/AAAAAAAAACI/cu4PK-EPcoM/s320/DSC00906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200218211647822338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flowers that dad sent to mum..... We all went like.. "WHAT THE?!?!?!?"... The biggest one he has sent yet... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqqulvJGfI/AAAAAAAAACA/BdAdjTUsyac/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqqulvJGfI/AAAAAAAAACA/BdAdjTUsyac/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200156437133203954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the whole view.. Sorry.. It's blur..Mum forgot to bring the camera.. So my phone was the gadget of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqoWlvJGeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U7o-hUY9bc4/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqoWlvJGeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U7o-hUY9bc4/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200153825793087970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Daniel, third form the right in the back row.... He looks really weird in this picture...&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/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqoR1vJGdI/AAAAAAAAABw/rAJY8xXEtlg/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCqoR1vJGdI/AAAAAAAAABw/rAJY8xXEtlg/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200153744188709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day.. Hehe.. The girls look SO CUTE!!!! With all their mini dresses...... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-6839141086182801359?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6839141086182801359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=6839141086182801359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6839141086182801359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/6839141086182801359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-pictures-that-we-snapped-and-shot.html' title='All the pictures that we snapped and shot... haha'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywYMfWEGylc/SCr6yFvJGoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5J49ByaW54k/s72-c/DSC00912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-7463278715993947264</id><published>2008-05-13T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:25:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Head is going on a merry-go-round ride...</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Confused.... I don't know what to think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i somehow involved in that situation or not....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being in the middle of stuff... Never did....Unless i'm the one really supposed to be involved in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that things can't just be straight forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Then life would be boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still..... Don't you just get so irritated when you don't understand but somehow, you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- is crapping now and she doesn't know why.... But she has a reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason though, is also 50/50... Not entirely sure what is causing this confusion... But i do have an idea....( sort of...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad will be pissed when he finds out i'm sick (physically)..... He knows that i stayed up all night almost everyday during these 2 weeks of exam.... He will tell me " I told you to sleep girl..." . But he is someone i know that will understand how much i tormented my brain in history and geography... He always tells me: " I wonder where you get all these disliking of history and geography from.... Must be Ammachi.. Daddy loves history.... Until today also can still remember" (kononnya.. hehe..) No la... He actually does but it's just because the topic now and then are different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just reply that somehow my genetics got mixed up and turned out the total opposite from him... Haiz... He'll be coming back on the 5th of June... He can finally stay longer for this trip... He should be here for about 2 weeks.... I'm hoping he will have his daughters good grades waiting for him when he comes back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Anita(sej teacher) was seriously making us laugh like monkeys today. Not that it was a funny matter anyway... She told us that out of the 367 students who are sitting for PMR this year, only 5 of them got A's for sej in the 2nd intervention... She told us, when she looked at the books where they keep the record of the amount of students who got A's for all the major subjects, she was amazed... Here's how she described it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM: 30 ++&lt;br /&gt;BI: 40 ++&lt;br /&gt;Math: 30 ++&lt;br /&gt;Science: 40 ++&lt;br /&gt;Geog: 30 ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sej: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH: 40 ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. We all started laughing because the way she was expressing it was like, it was the most hysterical joke in the world... But mind you, she had a reason why she acted like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 2nd half.. She became serious and she told us that she expects all the targeted 60 students to get A's for sej... Hey!!! That's including me!!!! On top of that, she told us that AFTER we handed up our sej test papers... We all looked at each other and went " OH NO!!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho... The story doesn't end there.. She told the principal, in order to brush us up, she will give us at least 4 sets of sej test papers to do during the holidays.. Then the issue of copying answers came up... So she ALSO added that she will be giving us SUBJECTIVE questions as well.. Haiz.. No wonder she said she was going to kill us this hols... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Nothing else i guess.. When i find my USB connector, i'll show you what we did on Daniel's birthday.... That is, IF i ever find it... Catch you guys later... I have 48 hours of sleep to catch up on... Nitez to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-7463278715993947264?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7463278715993947264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=7463278715993947264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7463278715993947264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/7463278715993947264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-head-is-going-on-merry-go-round-ride.html' title='My Head is going on a merry-go-round ride...'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2710850828512952750</id><published>2008-05-13T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:07:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur much.....</title><content type='html'>Is it really possible to fill a transfer form today and transfer to that school the very next day????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there and stared into space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Chi came to school today though.... She came to take her books and files. She came to my class and i followed her up to her class... I saw her hugging everyone, including Pn Nor Zaini... Everyone started breaking... No exception of me.....  Haiz... It was bad enough that she has already left us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after recess Venu told me that the school doesn't "WANT" Harvey... Or rather Pn Tan doesn't want him.... So Venu said that his dad will be coming to school.... Then a short while after that, we all got to know that tomorrow is harvey's last day.... And guess where he's going? St. Gabriel.... -.-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays exam was sej and KH.... Sej was ok i guess... There were a few questions i didn't even know whether teacher has taught us before or not.... KH was "FABULOUS"!! Hehe... There were 40  pages of question paper.... =)... The moment I saw teacher hold up that huge stack of paper, i went like "That seriously looks like the worlds biggest dictionary!". Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. What else... Oh ya... Dear...Have courage.. It's now or never... I don't want you to regret later on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.. See you guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2710850828512952750?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2710850828512952750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2710850828512952750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2710850828512952750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2710850828512952750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/blur-much.html' title='Blur much.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2771157421533703310</id><published>2008-05-12T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:12:27.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Now it has sinked in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DIU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOODY BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..... I've got nothing to say to you..... What the hell did Ciao Chi do to you?!?! I thought Pn Tan was a good teacher. I genuinely liked her before this.... Haiz.....  If Ciao Chi's parents asked for the transfer then, i would have shut up and made my peace... But now... EEEEe!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't understand... How come in my case no one did it like this??? On top of that, Pn Sasi even asked me if I wanted to transfer or not.... Why not Ciao Chi??? What the hell is Pn Tan's problem? Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che... I'm now about to tell you how i feel... Just one simple word.... "HELPLESS"....  Come&lt;br /&gt;to think of it, What else can we do... I'm seriously asking for forgiveness because i don't dare to cry now... If i do, When Chi really leaves i'll.... haiz... I don't know what i will do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography and Science paper 2 was insane.. I wouldn't call it hard... But easy wouldn't be the right word either.... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for mum in Pizza Hut call center.... Was bombarded with calls.. I got more than 160 calls.. Haiz... Call after call after call... Ear hurt after that.. Wasn't i lucky i had entertainment along the way... Hehe... Stopped work at around 11.30... Got back home studied until 2.30am...&lt;br /&gt;Slept until 4.30, woke up and studied again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the catch, I prepared books to take to school. Then i checked my exam schedule.. After opening my eyes ever so widely and hoping it would pop out, i hit my head hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was because, the whole night i was awake, i studied science.. Then i found out that there was GEO!!! I went like.. " YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME?!?!?!?"... So at 6am today, i started doing geo.... Argh.. I will be very surprised if i get a B.... Haiz... Teacher will complain again because i plunged down again... 1st intervention, i got a 52-D... 2nd intervention, i got a 75-A... This time.... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic..... Yeah... This is where i sign off.... Catch you guys later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2771157421533703310?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2771157421533703310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2771157421533703310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2771157421533703310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2771157421533703310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh.html' title='ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-4441194361224810025</id><published>2008-05-10T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:42:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a Ghost</title><content type='html'>Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, on Thursday i think.... I went to bed at around 10pm.... So at about 2 am, i woke up suddenly.. Don't ask me why.... I just did.... Then i felt like something deliciously gooey in my mouth.... I was like "What the hell??? Ewwww... Oh.... Ok... Chewing gum..." I slept with chewing gum in my mouth.... Then i felt something hugging me like a bolster and i screamed "HOLY SHIT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel came out from behind and asked " Che what??? WHAT????"&lt;br /&gt;I went like... "Phew...." Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;He had to go and scare me like that.... Hehe... haiz... i should put an alarm at my door....&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out yesterday morning.. The bloody robbers came in out house again... The first time they came in, Maid called Poh up, switched on the light and they ran for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to come again....  I feel like waiting for them in the dark and stabbing them with a bloody knife... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Pri.. If you ever read this on time... hahaha... I tell you... Haiz.... Beware.. "someone" wants to fry you up... Hehe.... You didn't need to tell it like that you know... Hehe.. Lucky you didn't reveal too much... Haha.... I'll pay you back soon Dear... Don't worry.... Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-4441194361224810025?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4441194361224810025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=4441194361224810025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4441194361224810025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/4441194361224810025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-met-ghost.html' title='I met a Ghost'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2144827650005260468</id><published>2008-05-10T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:20:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) What the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -Haven't found it yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) Will you consider sex before marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - I'll tell you when i find out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - No to past, present and future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4) What is the latest gadget you owned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - My "beautiful white and radiant" ipod.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5) Who did you mostly text yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Who else?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6) How old are you and are you a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - 14... YA THINK?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7) What is the last thing you bought with your own money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Digi sim... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8) Chocolate oroes or vanilla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - I hail from chocolate land!!! What do you think i will choose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - As long as it's romantic ( what's wrong with me?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - What question is that??!?! I'll tell you when i find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;11) How many kids do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12) Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - Err duh!! Who doesn't love their parents??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - Err.. Oh yeah.. SECRET RECIPE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;14) Name the latest book you bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - P.S. I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15) What is you full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Find out yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;16) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - BOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;17) Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - I'm a Christian.. Does that tell you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - I would if i knew who my fav singer/actor was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;19) Christina or Britney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - Christina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;20) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - I have... Once.... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;21) The most exciting place you want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - New york..... But Ah mui has to come with me too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;22) Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Err.. Kisses? Yummmm Hershies... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;23) Single or attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Single....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;24) Point out 5 things that made the person that tagged you associated with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The person that tagged me is :  &lt;/span&gt;Izzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) By accident&lt;br /&gt;b) Public Speaking and Debate&lt;br /&gt;c) A dirty chair!!!&lt;br /&gt;d) Him being a Maniac&lt;br /&gt;e) Coz we met!!! What am i supposed to say?!?!?! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I shall tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!!! Must i?? Haiz... ok... PRI!!! Pay back time!!! Muahahaha... (evil.... yeah.. i know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2144827650005260468?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2144827650005260468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2144827650005260468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2144827650005260468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2144827650005260468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-what-most-important-thing-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-5830177074557367513</id><published>2008-05-10T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:55:16.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry Dear....</title><content type='html'>Haiz.. I know i promised to cherish you FOREVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just forgot dear... I can't even remember the day we met and the day we parted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz- is dedicating this song to her dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Leona Lewis..&lt;br /&gt;[Verse ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for morning to come&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see if the sunrise and&lt;br /&gt;See you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had so much in store&lt;br /&gt;Tell what is it all reaching for&lt;br /&gt;When we're through with the memories&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold yesterday in my heart.. In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can take tomorrow and the plans we made&lt;br /&gt;They can take the music that we never played&lt;br /&gt;The broken dreams take everything&lt;br /&gt;Just take it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But they can never yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To my beloved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIR TIE WITH THAT CUTE BEAR THAT I LEFT AT SG CONGKAK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha..... I actually only remembered yesterday when i was cleaning my dressing table.. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... There have been many cases of couples caught this week. Ciao Chi Lui... Ke Chin....So who can blame Che for being worried and scared? Ciao Chi already kena gantung jor lo..... Haiz... Sometimes i feel like i'm being too selfish....( I AM NOT A FISH MONGER!!!!) I'm very glad that i'm not in their shoes... Even if i am in something.. I am still safe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, exams.... Haiz.. i feel like slaughtering that ah chan!!!! He told us to read on Tsunamis .... Then the next class, 3 D, said that he told them he will be asking us to write an essay about it... So we all in 3 C studied like mad.... Then we saw the paper..We looked at each other and started grinning, smiling and laughing... haha... We only needed to write 3 sentences about it in the subjective part.... English also another one... They all suspected that the title "Unfortunate Events" will come out as the topic on write on the Section C, the novel part.... So Mun Yi asked me to help her write out an unfortunate event about the novel Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.... So i did... I gave it to her... and i noticed that she was "memorizing" it.... I like.... went "What the?!??!" When we got the paper.. Mun Yi looked at me with worried eyes... The question was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Write about an event that had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lasting impression &lt;/span&gt;on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. She asked me what it meant... I very well couldn't tell her coz.. We already got the paper!! Haha... I guess those who were good at English didn't have a problem.. (bragging.. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Hao Yang wrote over 200 words!! I only wrote 150.... Doesn't really matter.. As long as we pass the 50 word limit.. Hehe.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm getting very impatient about the date Izzy..Hehe.. Sound familiar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I better be going... Got a lot of things to study....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-Melz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7311070237150721420-5830177074557367513?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5830177074557367513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=5830177074557367513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5830177074557367513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/5830177074557367513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-sorry-dear.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry Dear....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311070237150721420.post-2758820439081525019</id><published>2008-05-06T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:55:35.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo.....</title><content type='html'>Someone please send me to Tanjung Rambutan.. I don't care if you don't have a car.. I just want to get there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning__ Walking with Poh... Unusually silent.... No topic to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car going to school__ No usual spark... Nobody said anything... No spicy subject.. Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school__ -.-ll What do you expect? exam what... So silence all over again.. Was all  tensed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess__ Very unusual silence... Nobody keeps quiet during recess!!! Again... Was still tensed up.. I didn't know what to think?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in class again___ Do i really have to explain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school___ Very weird silence.. No wonder la... Ah che is sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, after all the boredom and tension and messed up brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a reason to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why i need TANJUNG RAMBUTAN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melz-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7311070237150721420-2758820439081525019?l=lizziesamuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2758820439081525019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311070237150721420&amp;postID=2758820439081525019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2758820439081525019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311070237150721420/posts/default/2758820439081525019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziesamuel.blogspot.com/2008/05/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo.....'/><author><name>Melissa Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13121746280563751788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t06U8RAcDN4/TwWx_5NapeI/AAAAAAAAARM/3j1dkGXeI7w/s220/Picture0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
