<?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-8336618657519136217</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:50:25.533Z</updated><title type='text'>You Love Lisa.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4287422317598819105</id><published>2008-02-24T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:38:27.899Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4287422317598819105?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4287422317598819105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4287422317598819105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4287422317598819105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4287422317598819105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5074808344399218838</id><published>2008-02-10T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:47:42.965Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just browsing Amazon (Yes, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; ) and I remembered (How could I forget?) that my birthday is coming (Okay, it's like, more than a month away.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what you can buy for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The It Girl book 1-4  &lt;em&gt;I've got 5: Lucky. &amp;amp; I just realized that I want to collect it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse &lt;em&gt;Yes, the 3rd installment of Twilight. I've read it, but I have Twilight and New Moon now, so I think a copy of Eclipse would look nice next to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn &amp;amp; Midnight Sun &lt;em&gt;I know they're not out yet. But I don't mind them late. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clique: ALL the books   &lt;em&gt;I kind of like it even though the girls are so young, it's kind of stupid -.-" I mean in GG, they're all teens (17 years old) but in The Clique, they're TWELVE. YES, TWELVE -.-" But I like Claire and Cam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets to L  &lt;em&gt;I don't mind early presents either&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bloods &amp;amp; Masquerade  &lt;em&gt;I haven't read M yet, but I've read BB. Just don't actually own them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spy High: ALL the books ESPECIALLY ANGEL BLUE &lt;em&gt;I want to collect it too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearless: ALL the books  &lt;em&gt;Collection!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl: Don't you forget about me &amp;amp; It had to be you  &lt;em&gt;I know they're rubbish, but I WANT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl: The Carlyles  &lt;em&gt;YES I WANT TO START ON THE NEW SERIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ashleys&lt;em&gt;  I want to try something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private: Inner Circle and Legacy&lt;em&gt;  BUY BUY BUY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet Girls&lt;em&gt;  New series&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Diaries: 1-6  &lt;em&gt;I think I have 7 and 8. I definitely have 9 (just bought, remember?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice they're all books? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE UP AND BUY LAR! I'm sure they're not THAT expensive.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't let me down. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5074808344399218838?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5074808344399218838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5074808344399218838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5074808344399218838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5074808344399218838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-just-browsing-amazon-yes-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2755671247392724383</id><published>2008-02-10T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:17:04.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot about the Lalang (Lallang?) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna tell you now. (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret went and told Peter &amp;amp; Jane (faints) about the boy that we were looking at during their Ipoh wedding. She said something like,"We were wondering if it would be incestuous for them to be together."  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not, by the way. Since he's on Jane's side of the family. (In case you were wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Peter and Jane said they'd check and find out for me all sorts of things! o.O  Uhhh, but I think they've already forgotten. So... Heehee. Next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to mention that apparently this year was the first year that (almost) all my cousins gathered back in KL. (Eugene is still in US and they don't have CNY holidays there :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; speaking of incest... We were walking to the carpark. SW was poking XH's cheek. &amp;amp; my dad said.. MY DAD SAID... "Concentrate on walking! Not pat tuo-ing." :O THEY ARE BROTHER AND SISTER! Everyone was like :O  My dad can be so weird sometimes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; SW finally admitted that he has a girlfriend! HAHAHAHA. Not that we all didn't know it in the first place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I HATE PEOPLE WHO ADD ME FOR THE SAKE OF FIGHTING ME ON FC. ESPECIALLY IF I'M AWAY AWAY AWAY. LOSERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored with blogging. So, byee! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2755671247392724383?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2755671247392724383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2755671247392724383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2755671247392724383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2755671247392724383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-forgot-about-lalang-lallang-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3862608971949428342</id><published>2008-02-10T05:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:16:45.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH, I'm back! Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I realize that I type that a lot. "I'm back." &amp;amp; then I realize it's cause I go away (and come back) a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, Chinese New Year AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Berjaya Times Square AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Blackjack &amp;amp; Taidi AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Theme park... Sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;Bowling AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooo. We thought late last year that we'd be going to Perth. But, unfortunately, because of my Uncle's surgery, we gathered at KL again. For, like... The 14th (did I go as a baby?) since I was born (excluding weddings [damn lots], my grandmother's you know... and June holidays in Genting)! Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was not as fun as the last few. Maybe 'cause it's the same old place, maybe it's cause we've grown up, maybe it's cause of all the tension :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, so far this year hasn't been a very good one (health-wise) for us Oonys. (HAHA, Oonys...) 1st, Uncle Peng Wah had surgery concerning his eye! 2nd, Margaret (COUSIN) had a car accident (and fainted in the car!!!!!)! 3rd, Aunty Poh Choo had (bad) food poisoning and landed in the hospital three (you know, like too! and three! get it? get it????)! My goodness. Hope everyone gets better, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oon family is multi-national. (Is there such a thingy?) My cousin Mei Li (Mei Ling?) married a, hmmmm, Caucasian (ang moh), Cousin Margaret wants to marry an Indian named Jerry WHO IS VERY NICE! And, Cousin Lawrence's girlfriend is from Hong Kong! Her name's Fendi &amp;amp; she's niceeee. (:  My, my, my. MAYBE I'LL MARRY AN AUSTRALIAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In KL, we watched Kung Fu Dunk. I have to admit now: Jay Chou is actually quite cute. (;  &amp;amp; so is Baron Chen and that other guy! :D :D :D :D  Seng Wei thinks the movie was rubbish, but I thought it was okay. I think Bball guys are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... When we were going home (from the airport), there was a bus next to the car AND THAT REMINDED ME OF... One day, we were going home (from my grandmother's house) and I was sitting legs up on the seat facing my brother in the 2nd row of my dad's car and and and then a bus went by and I don't know what made me look up, but in the bus was (were?).... Kevin &amp;amp; Kane! Both of whom I had been hanging out with earlier that day 'cause I pon badminton training.  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School team seemed so mundane then. Now, it's become my life. No lar, hahahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I bought a new PINK wallet which is long &amp;amp; Margaret can't understand why. Old people are like that! (;  I also bought... LUCKY (an it girl novel) in which ASSHOLE Easy broke up with SWEET SWEET Callie all because of BITCHY TINSLEY and F-ED UP JENNY. Sucks, really. I feel for Callie. ):  (I'm getting worked up again) &amp;amp; To The Nines (a princess diaries novel (book? what?)) and and and BOOK ONE OF THE STRONGBOW SAGA. Ohmygosh, HALFDAN! (:   We also bought I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU CHUCK &amp;amp; LARRY ANDDDDDD 28 WEEKS LATER. What elseee? I can't remember. Cousin Peter bought me a spray-ey thingy. It smells nice. It's not perfume, but it sort of is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Margaret (not really), she slapped me everywhere! OUCH OUCH. Even under my thigh. Okay, this sounds gross. But she did. And it hurt. Day-um. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND, gambling is always a big part of CNY in KL (:   Every year, we black jack! But this year our black jacking wasn't as fun 'cause THE BROTHERS (My dad &amp;amp; his brothers) kept talking to each other. So, our dealer (my dad) wasn't available. Lawrence took over as dealer and lost. MUAHAHA. (I WON I WON!) So he didn't try again (okay it could be more due to the fact that his girlfriend was there). We played Taidi and I won (again)! I love me too! (:  I think we should get a mahjong set and leave it in Times Square, manxzxzxzxz. Since all of us know how to play. It's more fun anyway and I bet we can win more instead of betting 1RM when we play BJ. I also want to learn Poker. Anyone want to teach me? My grandparents say poker is for big  time gamblers and they lose lots of money. So I came up with an alternative: POTATO CHIPS! "I see your two PC, and I raise you ten." (Is that how they say it?) WHAT FUN! So, who's game?  AND WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA WITH NO ONE KNOWING HOW TO PLAY BRIDGE. It is such  fun game, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this post is so here and there so far. hahah. but i like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The un-fun part was long car rides and long walks down the streets. ): but the food was quite good (i think). i mean, malaysians really know how to eat (cook?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! There's this funny incident! We went to Cold Storage the first day we were there and we spent like, 140++ RM (on one receipt, yes.) I think it's quite cheap considering how much (and what) we bought. It almost became 200 RM but my mom took out the milk tray (pout). OKAY SO HERE'S THE FUNNY PART. My mom was like, "Everything's so heavy. Let's bring the trolley to our room first and then we'll return it." so off we went with the trolley. We started looking for a lift and this indian guy who works there showed us one "ulu ulu" one. AND FOLLOWED US! The lift was about to come when my mom told us to get out of there. So, we zao-ed. AND THE INDIAN GUY FOLLOWED US!!!!!!!!!!!! We walked all the way to ADIDAS and went in. AND HE STOPPED OUTSIDE WAITING. Scary, right? We were rather freaked. So we walked away (again) and then he disappeared. So breathed a sigh of relief. AND THEN... HE APPEARED AGAIN! With an empty trolley. What fools we were... He only wanted the trolley. -.- but my mom was like, "Ye bu yong (Still! Don't need to) follow us all the way and scare us, right!" HAHAHAHAHAH. We had to carry everything to our room. WHICH IS PRETTY DAMN FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Starbucks and I got my Caramel whatchamacallit. (;   We dropped our bottle of Sprites like, twice or thrice in Starbucks. My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we bought (At least those I remember):&lt;br /&gt;4 cans of diet coke&lt;br /&gt;2 of sprite&lt;br /&gt;1 f&amp;amp;n zappel&lt;br /&gt;1 f&amp;amp;n orange&lt;br /&gt;2 cokes&lt;br /&gt;1 pepsi max&lt;br /&gt;1 pepsi&lt;br /&gt;1 lychee and aloe vera fruit tree fresh juice&lt;br /&gt;1 apple and aloe vera fruit tree fresh juice&lt;br /&gt;1 best of our minis chocolate bag (like, snickers, mars, bounty, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;1 gummy coke candy&lt;br /&gt;1 mango gummy&lt;br /&gt;1 sour cream and onion chipster&lt;br /&gt;1 barbeque texas style ruffles&lt;br /&gt;1 sour cream and onion jumpy&lt;br /&gt;1 snowpeas&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of 3 cadbury frog/koala chocolate (milk choc, caramel, strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all, if I left out any, sorry. :p  It's really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went back a few times, got 3 ice creams, 10 kaya balls, 6 cup noodles, and some other stuff (if I'm not wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went bowling, like, 2 games each. SW (8lbs) bowled over 100. I (10lbs) bowled like, 80/90. Linus (12lbs) bowled 72, XH (8lbs) 60/70 (with SW's help). I feel really sad. BUT I REMEMBERD TO SHAKE HAND GO UP, SO JIMMY HAD BETTER BE HAPPY! The lanes were FULLY oiled, and the balls were heavy and oily. AND the finger holes were pretty damn big. SO YEAH! We ate Orange Julius hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice when we're in KL, we eat lots of junk food. We hung out at Macs, KFC, OJ, etc etc. We didn't go to Sushi King though everyone (except me) wanted. I have a good explanation! I've eaten sushi like a billion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I mentioned the name "Bing Xiang" to SW. And he was like, "HUH?! HOW YOU KNOW HIM!" Hmmm. Must go and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, HE SAID SOME THINGS TOO THAT MADE ME A BIT CONFUSED. BUT IT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, REALLY. GOTTA GO ASK SOMEONE. WHOM I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang paos (baos?) this year was a relatively bad haul. BUT IT WAS STILL GOOD. Because we didn't expect to get any due to my grandmother passing on like, last year (15th March). So, we were like, happy to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR...&lt;br /&gt;Flag day next week.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's mah jong competition next week.&lt;br /&gt;Relative(I don't know which, everyone's getting married)'s wedding next week.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's "house warming" next week.&lt;br /&gt;OAC on 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's contemplating going to the U.S. for the June holidays. And she just asked me when I'd know if I can leave for J holidays ('Cause if I get into school team this year, and I leave, Mr Seem will have a cow.) and I told her May and she was super shocked. HAHA. See what I mean by school team becoming my life, kind of? She said better to go in June than December 'cause December damn bloody cold. HAHAHHAAHHA. I told her go early June? Late May? Which may pose as a problem 'cause Xi Nan's birthday is 8th June. But, then again, maybe I won't be celebrating with them this year? Hmmm. Anyway, then my grandmother was like, "Nationals? Parade, ahh?" I nearly fainted. No lar, but still. I REALLY REALLY HOPE THAT I GET INTO THE SCHOOL TEAM THIS YEAR (Sec3 year is supposed to be harder) AND THAT IF I GO AMERICA, I DON'T GET SCOLDED AGAIN. Every year I get scolded for going overseas. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests coming up: E Math on V-day (Yes, Valentine's day. Stupid, i know.) , Biology, Chemistry and A Math soon after. Thank whoever that Physics an Social Studies are done with and that English TA is also over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I gotta go now. My mom wants me to study -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3862608971949428342?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3862608971949428342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3862608971949428342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3862608971949428342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3862608971949428342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/hah-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8810152473099233873</id><published>2008-02-05T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:22:51.695Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't manage to finish up my previous post! Which is sad! But now, I am online! So I can! Which is happy! (Doesn't sound right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was going to write about was how I've been reflecting on my own life... &amp;amp; I realise that everything I've actually ever done (good or bad) has led me to where I am now. Which I think (overall), is quite good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to be glad for. I've never acknowledge some people in my life. &amp;amp; I've always thought that I should, BUT I've never done it. ):&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a list of all the people who have always been there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Linus (Even though they annoy me sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;They've always been there to talk me through my bad times (and also spoil my fun!), helped me get back on my feet, etc. I really love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Li, Hoi Yan, Emily, Nandhitha, Vanessa, Natasha, Ping Hao, Natalie, Bao Lin, Rachel, Amanda Eber, Genevieve.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the bomb, really! I must say that even though I miss being in the same class as Mi Li, Hoi Yan, Natalie, Natasha, Amanda, and Genevieve, I'm really glad, in a way, that it happened like this... 'Cause then I mixed around more with the rest who're in 3A now. (: &amp;amp; luckily, you guys went to 3M! (Or C, or I. Heeeee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, Beatrice Yeong, Ya Le, Huda, Jedidah.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you guys have seen me be bitchy, seen me cry like... like I was going to die, give up on certain (ahem!) things, but you guys have never ever given up on me! You guys have always been there, offered advice, ompeted with me. AHHHHH, I could never have asked for better CCA-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merilyn, Min Yen, Natania, Chaitali, Brendan, Marcus, Kester, and all the other Karen's class JG people!&lt;br /&gt;You guys have seen me cry because I was scared to do that poem. You guys have seen me be violent D: You guys have seen me mad over (ahem) people :D&lt;br /&gt;AND STILL ENCOURAGE ME TO GO AFTER THE THINGS (OR PEOPLE) THAT I WANT! HAHAHAHA. I love you guys for bringing out the crazy in me. (: Rock, like, on! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diondra and Siyin, Xi Nan, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know we've drifted apart. &amp;amp; I'm like, super sad about that. But, things change, people change. I've learnt to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Diondra, and Siyin. I love you guys like you know what! :D Ehhh... Not that I love you know what. (; You two have always been the ones who've kept in contact. (:&lt;br /&gt;Diondra! Stop guessing whether or not I've got a boyfriend! Hahahh! :p&lt;br /&gt;Siyin! I've ordered your shirt! I hope they don't forget D:&lt;br /&gt;Xi Nan! Thanks for brightening up my days. (:&lt;br /&gt;Amanda! Thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been, what, 3 years since we've been in the same classroom as each other. I miss each and every one of you a lot!&lt;br /&gt;But, in a way, I'm not that sad about the drifting apart thing. I mean, if I'd sill called you guys everyday, used up my quota of "allowed-out" days with you guys, I'd never really have made new friends like those I mentioned up there.&lt;br /&gt;You guys will always mean a lot to me. &amp;amp; know that I'll always be one (or two - kidding!) phone calls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha and Bjorn.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! You two drive me mad! Hahahh. You guys make me happy/angry/sad/excited/irritated... BUT I STILL LOVE YOU GUYS BECAUSE SOMEHOW, YOU GUYS LOVE ME! Even after I've cold-shouldered you guys, been mean to you guys, took your turns (Bjorn, you have only yourself to blame! :p)... YOU GUYS STILL SMILE WHEN YOU SEE ME WHICH I THINK IS SUPER NICE :D Not that I'm very hard to love (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;You're very annoying, you know! Hahahh, but I lovee youuuuu (:   6 MONTHS ALREADY! D:&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? SEE? It's been such a weird year. AND IT'S ONLY FEBRUARY! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;OAC! (I can't wait!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS DAY (Rose will show you! :D )&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL JUNIORS (Ohmygosh! I always have fun!)&lt;br /&gt;NATIONALS (When the whole (okay maybe not whole...) school will be there together!&lt;br /&gt;St Nick's Carnival (IF I'm going)&lt;br /&gt;CCHMS Carnival (IF I'm going)&lt;br /&gt;FLAG DAY! (OH YAY! I'm going to enjoy this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all? I don't think so, right! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THE TRIP TO MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna enjoy this year. Despite all the homework, yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better end here!&lt;br /&gt;Bye, people! As I've said before, MISS ME! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8810152473099233873?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8810152473099233873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8810152473099233873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8810152473099233873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8810152473099233873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-manage-to-finish-up-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2658281094788619961</id><published>2008-02-05T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:49:04.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Readers, this may be the last post before I leave. ):&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd better write proper stuff, instead of being all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went shopping with Mummy (&amp;amp; Daddy &amp;amp; Linus). Hee hee. We went to COMPASS POINT which is so uhhhhhh. I mean, SHOPPING, can! At least Orchard Road?! But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT:&lt;br /&gt;A pair of pink canvas shoes (Converse)  - Mummy's idea. She said, and I quote: "You have too many bulky sports shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;A dress - I wanted a dress! But Mummy said that I don't sit properly. I had to convince her! o.O But, I like this dress! It's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;A red top - I LIKE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;Two little tops (White &amp;amp; Black, if I'm not wrong.) - Is to wear inside dress/tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I feel rather sad. Had this idea that we were going to shopshopshop! Oh well, at least I got some basic stuff! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this holiday is really going to be a holiday for me!&lt;br /&gt;What with OAC looming up, suddenly OAI stuff is like, super scary. Not sure if we're doing everything right and all.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a break from homework too! There's like, so much homework these days. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Finally going to get a chance to STUDY! (Okay, I know this sounds mad.) There've been so much homework that there's no time to study! I even got a B3 on my Physics CT lar! Shiz.&lt;br /&gt;Track and Field is going to be MAYBE a bit more slack soon, with the new Sec 1s. But, maybe not. Maybe it'll be harder. Hahahh, we'll see. I'm just gonna focus on what I have to do and not take on any other extra things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;Miss me, kay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2658281094788619961?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2658281094788619961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2658281094788619961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2658281094788619961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2658281094788619961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-readers-this-may-be-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1265709341184803131</id><published>2008-02-05T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:21:17.548Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In like, 12 hours (Okay, maybe 13 or 14), I'LL BE ON THE WAY OUT OF THE HOUSE TO GO TO THE AIRPORT TO GO TO KUALAR LUMPUR! Wheeeee! I feel super duper elated.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regrets are that...&lt;br /&gt;1. (ONCE AGAIN!) I have to leave him behind. ):&lt;br /&gt;2. I AM NOT GOING TO BE WITH MY DEAR DEAR DEAR 3A FOR CHINESE NEW YEAR D:&lt;br /&gt;3. Not going to be able to see my darling Siyin. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OTHER THAN THOSE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;4. Not going to be able to see Mr Ang in CNY gear! &amp;amp; Mr Lee! :p&lt;br /&gt;5. See the PRC scholars perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M VERY SAD NOWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really lar! :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad about those! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you guys what happened during bowling!&lt;br /&gt;I bowled manymany strikes &amp;amp; I CAN SPARE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn made Natasha cry.&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn told me (once again) that he didn't think we should be friends&lt;br /&gt;SAW A CUTE GUY CALLED EUGENE AND EVEN THOUGH HE BOWLED WITH THE HOUSE BALL, HE WAS GOOD! DAMN GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha borrowed my phone to listen to Inconsolable &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; saw things! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad newsssss: That silly Ryan lar! Rawr! Angry already! I think Mer knows what I mean! &amp;amp; Hoi Yan! &amp;amp; Emily! &amp;amp; Min Yen! Ohmy! Everyone knows! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mfeelingdarnhighnow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, what else is there to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Gin Na 2! Finally! Eh! Not cute lar! Just my luck. ):&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see Vincent again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back later! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1265709341184803131?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1265709341184803131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1265709341184803131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1265709341184803131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1265709341184803131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-like-12-hours-okay-maybe-13-or-14.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8684352469790209866</id><published>2008-02-05T08:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:57:01.191Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like cursing &amp;amp; swearing. ):&lt;br /&gt;BUT! It's the holidays! So, I shall smile &amp;amp; everything. (;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, people who ad strangers for the sake of fighting them are just plain losers. Especially if these people don't have regular access to their computers unlike you useless slobbering cross-eyed idiots. F you. D:&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I sweared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww geesh. I'll be right back, kay. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8684352469790209866?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8684352469790209866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8684352469790209866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8684352469790209866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8684352469790209866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-like-cursing-swearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6920418162441623366</id><published>2008-02-02T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:15:54.308Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no time to update anymore! It's almost enough to make me want to give up blogging. But, I shadn't. 'Cause I think it's quite healthy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been hectic. I'm sorry to say I won't be going to Rosyth for CNY eve 'cause I'M GOING MALAYSIA IN THE MORNING (: So, miss me, people. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE WE WIN THE COMPETITION FOR NICEST LOOKING CLASSROOM! 'CAUSE WE SPENT LOTS OF TIME AND MONEY! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JG is getting more and more fun. Training is getting more and more productive. OAI stuff is almost non-existant (BUT OAC COMING!). Class comm stuff is everyday. P.E. IS SUPER DUPER FUN AND MR LEE IS CUTE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rubbishing away :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID WRITERS' STRIKE. URGH. CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO BE OVER ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryannnnn (:&lt;br /&gt;You know, it just occured to me that I shouldn't write his name so blatantly here. HAHAHHAH. People may see! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU MORE THAN I CAN SAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT FOR NOW, I'D BETTER STAY AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;Over, and out!  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6920418162441623366?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6920418162441623366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6920418162441623366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6920418162441623366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6920418162441623366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-no-time-to-update-anymore-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2318219486628190280</id><published>2008-01-26T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:07:42.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll pick up dandelions, and I'll give them to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are flying by, positively flying!&lt;br /&gt;LISA, YOU MUST WORK HARD!&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT ON THAT DAY, YOU'LL BE LAUGHING AND SMILING AND GOING MAD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I AM CO-ORDINATOR OF THROWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYANNNNNNN! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going mad. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2318219486628190280?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2318219486628190280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2318219486628190280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2318219486628190280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2318219486628190280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-pick-up-dandelions-and-ill-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1968334146339344685</id><published>2008-01-24T04:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:48:42.178Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-.-" I feel like a very mean person. Ack, ack! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last year Sec4s are baaaaack! They're getting their O level results o.O How awesome is that. Not.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I GET TO SEE JOANNA! And others (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid eber amanda joy -.-"&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing her, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala. ehhh so stress now geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class deco&lt;br /&gt;track&amp;amp;field board deco&lt;br /&gt;campfire item&lt;br /&gt;obs proposal&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpppppppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later there's training with the new sec1s. hah we got nicole! score! :D&lt;br /&gt;but we also got... (someone) ackackack ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1968334146339344685?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1968334146339344685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1968334146339344685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1968334146339344685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1968334146339344685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5729763643691381419</id><published>2008-01-19T12:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:01:24.854Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair is going mad&lt;br /&gt;and photo taking is monday! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5729763643691381419?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5729763643691381419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5729763643691381419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5729763643691381419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5729763643691381419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-hair-is-going-mad-and-photo-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1212995366315257700</id><published>2008-01-19T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:59:49.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muahahah. blog like mad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm re-reading twilight. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;edward (yes, gino (if you still even come here or whatever) , i know he is fictional) is as charming as i remember and bella more annoying -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've re-read my percy jackson books. madness! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in love with apollo (god of the sun) and his silly haikus! hahahh and the way artemis (goddess of the hunt/moon) introduced him as her annoying twin (:&lt;br /&gt;not to mention apollo's hot hot hot!&lt;br /&gt;still hate that arrogant ares (god of war) who thinks he's better than percy.&lt;br /&gt;poseidon (god of the sea) and his surfer dude look!&lt;br /&gt;zeus (god of the land and sky LIGHTNING!) is still annoying la.&lt;br /&gt;athena (goddess of wisdom) and her gray eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;aphrodite (goddess of beauty) and the way she talks to percy!&lt;br /&gt;hades (god of the underworld) and his whole "it's getting too crowded" heh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them all, can't wait for the next book. i think the prophecy is percy's since thalia joined the hunt. annabeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;stupid luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahh, just like me to get so uptight. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you're ready to forgive me, then nothing can tear us apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you like me?"&lt;br /&gt;"define like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan ryan ryan. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh this is mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1212995366315257700?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1212995366315257700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1212995366315257700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1212995366315257700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1212995366315257700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/muahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4858576993045674511</id><published>2008-01-19T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:42:02.689Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost forgot. I'll be doing homework tomorrow, so I probably won't be online. Bugger it all. Stupid stupid homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;Remember to forward nominal roll to Nasuha,&lt;br /&gt;Medical History to Wen Min,&lt;br /&gt;Quotes for the Track &amp;amp; Field Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something important that I want to blog about (just in case I don't follow through, this is an incentive)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. So, me and my mom have had The Talk. (No, not the birds &amp;amp; bees talk. -.-") It's decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her target: Top 5 JCs, if not, Australia it is.&lt;br /&gt;My target: *************************** (Don't bother, the * are random) JC (Yes, it is Top 5.), if not, I want to go to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those a**holes out there (you know who you are), don't judge me and say that I'm only going to Australia 'cause I can't make it in Singapore. I LOVE Australia, and no matter what, I'm going. It's just a matter of whether it's before or after my A Levels. &amp;amp; I chose that JC 'cause I've sort of wanted in ever since middle of last year. Not because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Li knows already. GAHHH. I'm gonna miss her. Loads. Sigh. I miss 2C. But I love 3A. 3A is the love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, heh, I'm in TDD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4858576993045674511?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4858576993045674511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4858576993045674511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4858576993045674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4858576993045674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6400321589074912138</id><published>2008-01-19T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:25:50.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think straight anymore. ):  Notice my lack of posts? Yeah, that translates into lack of time. This blog may go soon. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what's going on in my life right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school:&lt;br /&gt;Homework,&lt;br /&gt;Class committee duties,&lt;br /&gt;Studying hard enough to get all the As I need,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to throw further than 20m,&lt;br /&gt;STILL trying to prove myself good enough to be Captain,&lt;br /&gt;OAI duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of school:&lt;br /&gt;Trying to score (regularly) 100 and above for bowling,&lt;br /&gt;My Trinity Guildhall Exam this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Ryan! (:&lt;br /&gt;Min Yen &amp;amp; Aidan's thing. Hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Brendan &amp;amp; Chloe's whatever it might be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I cannot believe this. SIGHSIGHSIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr Seem found out about my being an OAI. He was like, "Can you not go to the meeting?" I assured him it wouldn't crash with my CCA stuff. Sec 1s are coming in again. Next week. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I cannot convey the stress that I'm feeling lah can. shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6400321589074912138?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6400321589074912138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6400321589074912138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6400321589074912138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6400321589074912138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7950471686745931315</id><published>2008-01-19T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:05:45.844Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because everyone believes I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7950471686745931315?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7950471686745931315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7950471686745931315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7950471686745931315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7950471686745931315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-everyone-believes-i-can-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4124676275449301882</id><published>2008-01-06T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:07:29.275Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;一直都爱，永远都爱。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think anymore. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4124676275449301882?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4124676275449301882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4124676275449301882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4124676275449301882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4124676275449301882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know-what-to-think-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3305421726844466677</id><published>2008-01-06T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:06:04.541Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know... I think Chuck still likes Blair. I mean, he's doing all he can to keep Blair away from Nate. But, why is he being like so icky with Serena?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW LAH! So frustrating. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nate's cuter and cuter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3305421726844466677?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3305421726844466677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3305421726844466677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3305421726844466677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3305421726844466677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2236574211521866627</id><published>2008-01-06T08:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:56:03.924Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THAT STUPID VANESSA FILMED BLAIR AND CHUCK'S CONVERSATION! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm scared for Blair and Chuck's future. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2236574211521866627?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2236574211521866627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2236574211521866627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2236574211521866627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2236574211521866627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-stupid-vanessa-filmed-blair-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3954911233174890676</id><published>2008-01-06T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:11:31.120Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today... One word: Dismal.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE has got me super duper angry. ):&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Bjorn. (:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE BJORN LEE VARELLA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to blog about Friday night. So. Our class has become BIGGER, manxzxzxz. Loads of people nowwwww. So now, we have TWO 'chers. Karen&amp;amp;Marla! YAY YAY YAYNESS! (:  Hopefully there will be cute guys. :D  I want!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAH. Shhhh, wait someone jealous o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Gossip Girl episode 12 nowwwww. Sigh. I waited so long, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights... Now Saturday... Sooooooo super fun. We went to XMS! To rock climb &amp;amp; BELAY! I loooooooveeeeeee belaying! (:  LOVELOVELOVE! So superrrrr fun like don't know what! :D  &amp;amp; XMS has a very gooooooody campus. (:  LOVELOVELOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a bad mood now. Shall stop D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3954911233174890676?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3954911233174890676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3954911233174890676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3954911233174890676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3954911233174890676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8949477899588815361</id><published>2008-01-05T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:51:32.162Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, my MSN is still installing. Nevermind, shall give y'all (uhhh, who?) a complete post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, so Belated X'mas &amp;amp; New Year to you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Month Anniversary with Boyfriend just over. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Happy Birthday Diondra too. (:&lt;br /&gt;SAME DAY LEH!!! Hahahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started, &amp;amp; so has the mad rush of completing the holiday homework. If you ask me, holiday homework is soooo overrated. No one ever does it anyway. &amp;amp; why call it the holidays if you're gonna give out homework to all of us, sigh, poor overworked students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Geez. The MSN Plus! Live thingy needs MSN. Figures -.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least this year's teachers're great. (: &lt;br /&gt;Form teacher: Mr Augustine Khoo&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;E Mathematics: Mr Augustine Khoo&lt;br /&gt;Physics: Mr Ronnie Goh&lt;br /&gt;Biology: Mrs Chiaw Kit Wai&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Mr Zachery Kang&lt;br /&gt;English: Madam Rachael Tan&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese: Madam Goh Chiw Moy&lt;br /&gt;SS/Geog: Madam Faridah&lt;br /&gt;P.E.: Mr Lee Lis King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is that 3A DIDN'T GET MR ANG KAI JIE FOR CHEMISTRY!!!!!!! &amp;amp; I don't really like one or two of the teachers. Ahem, ahem. Better not say here, 'cause some of them might Google! D:  Just that, well, everyone doesn't like that teacher :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT! We got Mr Leeeeeeeeeeeeeee! YAY! &amp;amp; GUESS WHAT! I'M HIS SPORTS SEC (REP)!!!!! Yay yay yippee (:   &amp;amp;! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN MR CLARENCE LIM FOR BIOLOGY D:  Like 3M (:  HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH. Sorry, being mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They start in my toes, make me crinkle my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, am listening to Bubbly. Hahahh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's been no real homework yet. All of them want us to take notes though... So I'm taking notes. This year is gonna be real real tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Captain will be chosen. HOPEHOPEHOPE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese O Level. Ohmygoodness lahhhhhh! ):  The only subject I do worse than Chinese is HIGHER Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;3. Triple Science... Well, duh, it's gonna be hard 'cause everyone else will be like, MUGGERS. &amp;amp; if you don't want to be last in class, well, you gotta join 'em. D:  Or get kicked out of triple science. ):&lt;br /&gt;4. Nationals this year, too many javelin throwers already lahhhhhhhh! ):&lt;br /&gt;5. OAIs get chosen too. HOPEHOPEHOPEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have time to think of. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Mom let me continue with my JG and bowling. PHEW LAH. BUT! She'll pull me out if my grades drop. ):  HOWEVER, if I do well... HELLO, PRESENT. (What should I ask for in place of a Mac Laptop? Hmmmmmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly reminder: MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING! Save your money now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is filled. Except Monday. I'll keep that free to like, fall back on. For example, make-up training. I want that captaincy.&lt;br /&gt;Tues, Thurs, Sat: TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;Wed, Fri, Sat: TUITION&lt;br /&gt;Fri night: JG&lt;br /&gt;Sun afternoon: BOWLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so upset. First week of school &amp;amp; I've missed ONE training. This cannot keep happening! Missed today 'cause of COALs. I WANT to be an OAI, I WANT to be Captain. But, it's beginning to seem like I can't do both. ): They clash. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; both are not like, "SURE WILL" choose me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8949477899588815361?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8949477899588815361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8949477899588815361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8949477899588815361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8949477899588815361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigh-my-msn-is-still-installing.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7924843017100133165</id><published>2008-01-05T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:33:43.087Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Facebook thinks there're loads of despots out there -.-&lt;br /&gt;What with all the Are You Interested invites -.-"&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7924843017100133165?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7924843017100133165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7924843017100133165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7924843017100133165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7924843017100133165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-facebook-thinks-therere-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3048273270339373559</id><published>2008-01-05T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:24:27.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr. STUPIP TAG DIDN'T APPEAR. Blast it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna blog anymore. NOT IF I CAN'T BLOG EVERYDAY! &amp;amp; seeing as my damn schedule is super duper tight, I only have time for stupid stupid homework! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;! My MSN won't work. ): I'm uninstalling it so that I can install it again -.-" Sheesh. Waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am in front of the laptop doing stupid stuff BECAUSE GOSSIP GIRL'S EPISODE TWELVE AIN'T AVAILABLE. For free, anyway. ):  I miss Ed Westwick so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I met a cute guy today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3048273270339373559?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3048273270339373559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3048273270339373559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3048273270339373559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3048273270339373559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/grrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6990557872752541713</id><published>2008-01-02T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:21:09.025Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WESLEY BAKER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I'm back.  (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6990557872752541713?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6990557872752541713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6990557872752541713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6990557872752541713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6990557872752541713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/01/wesley-baker.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-175503900298450145</id><published>2007-12-13T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:49:34.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Because on that day,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that you cared&lt;br /&gt;A lot more than you let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running on empty. &amp;amp; my throat hurts. I really don't want to attend training. However, I was feeling horrible yesterday too, until I went for training. And I can always see a doctor (if I want to) on Sunday. Also, if I go to the doctor, he might give me and MC, and then what the hell did I go to make up training for?! Plus, if I don't go, Felicia will be alone. Ehhh, I don't have a choice, do I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahh, today during training, I suddenly remembered "The Tension". &amp;amp; then I began to sing part of Dare You To Move by Switchfoot. That song rocks like anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;"The tension is here, the tension is here... Between who you are, and who you could be. Between how it is, and how it should be."&lt;br /&gt;I just kept singing that part, &amp;amp; I felt good during training.&lt;br /&gt;For warm-up, I was in front. For the throwing, at least for short plunging and 5 steps, I was totally "in the zone" which is quite... good. Hahahhh. At least my mind didn't wander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know I realized that I can't handle disappointment, both my own, and other people's in me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause I want you, I want you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-175503900298450145?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/175503900298450145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=175503900298450145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/175503900298450145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/175503900298450145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wont-forget-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8689331266502645893</id><published>2007-12-13T12:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:56:01.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like we're playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's called "Pretend".&lt;br /&gt;But we play by different rules.&lt;br /&gt;And you seem to be better at it than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I've been thinking... I have this vision (image?) of how cute guys should look like/act... I've been wanting to post this a loooooooooooong time, but I was lazy. I'm sorry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have tousled hair. (Oh this is an absolute must! Tousled hair is adorable!)&lt;br /&gt;He must always have his phone with him, like, messaging. (This means he's popular. But obviously, when he's with his girlfriend, then don't lah.)&lt;br /&gt;He should have a lollipop in his mouth. (I don't know, it seems cute. Like Vic Chou in Love Storm. Ooh, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;He should be taller than me. (Hahahh, hello, guys are supposed to be taller, I don't care.)&lt;br /&gt;He should not wear spectacles. (I don't know, my preference changes sometimes, but now, no spectacles!)&lt;br /&gt;He should be in Sports &amp;amp; Games. (Muscles, need I say more? Heeeee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the key point is the phone &amp;amp; the lollipop. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This post was inspired by someone whom I haven't seen face to face, so I don't know if he's cute. But, I think he's got the Phone, Lollipop, Hair, No Spectacles down pat. (;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8689331266502645893?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8689331266502645893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8689331266502645893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8689331266502645893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8689331266502645893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-like-were-playing-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4049607348801740605</id><published>2007-12-13T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:37:30.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We could stick around and see this night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick, yet I'm still going for training tomorrow. That is, if I feel like at 7:00AM, LOL. I'm sick sick sickkkkkk.  :/&lt;br /&gt;Training Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: 2 rounds school, stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine Ball: Chest Pass, One hand, Side Pass, Forward Throw, Backward Throw, Hammer Throw x 10 each person&lt;br /&gt;Javelin: Short Plunging 2x10, Both Hands Plunging 2x10, Stand Throw 2x10, 3 Steps 2x10, 5 Steps 2x15&lt;br /&gt;Javelin Drills with Black Stick 2x10m&lt;br /&gt;Drag the blue thing x 5&lt;br /&gt;Whack the wall with the rope x 2&lt;br /&gt;Skipping.&lt;br /&gt;Training was okay today. Felt that I did well for Short Plunging and 5 Steps... &amp;amp; warm up was great. I think my stamina's back. (:  Well, either that or everyone was damnnnnnnn slow today. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighters' Club has taken over my life. HAHAHHAHAHHA, okay lah, no, it hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Hairspray &amp;amp; High School Musical 2 &amp;amp; The Simpsons Movie recently. The Simpsons has damn damn funny, and so was part of HSM2.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE HAIRSPRAY AND HSM2. HSM2 WAS SPOILT BY VANESSA HUDGENS AND HAIRSPRAY HAD TOO MANY SONGS, DARN. My dad, grandad, &amp;amp; brother fell asleep!!!!!! I know, like, what????&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I acknowledge that Zac Efron is cute... FROM AN ANGLE! But he still looks weird. I dig the eyes though. Blueeeeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go to FC now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4049607348801740605?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4049607348801740605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4049607348801740605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4049607348801740605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4049607348801740605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-could-stick-around-and-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-9008146546134933656</id><published>2007-12-12T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:48:50.148Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Facebook is utterly rubbish. The only thing that keeps me going back is Fighters' Club. I can't seem to stop because... Well, because I don't want to lose. I worked darn hard to get to Respected Mobster. I'M NOT GONNA LET ANYONE ATTACK ME UNTIL I LOSE (I never lost a fight before)!!! However, being in The DJs is good fun. Except... I think we're using more money than we're earning. Thanks to some people who fight the Elites. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY FIGHT THE ELITES KNOWING THAT THE ELITES ARE DAMN ZAI. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today. I tell you, my whole brain is like, training training training. Today, I even asked my mom, "Later is Mr Lau training, right?" LOL! It should be tuition, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Toa Payoh Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: Up &amp;amp; Down the steps x10 Pain. Stretching.&lt;br /&gt;Abs training 3x15  Sit-ups, Side Crunches, Leg Raisers, Superman, Cycling&lt;br /&gt;Leg Power Training (-.-) : 2x5 Double Leg Hop up 5 steps&lt;br /&gt;Leg Drills&lt;br /&gt;Dashing x 5&lt;br /&gt;Cool-down: One side to another x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my legs were wobbling.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think my left leg is injured. In Austria, my knee started to hurt. It goes on and off. It's still hurting. &amp;amp; today after the first set of butt kick, I felt an acute pain shoot up my ankle. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for about 4 hours, then had tuition. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles are such losers.&lt;br /&gt;Not all lah, but some. D:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-9008146546134933656?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9008146546134933656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=9008146546134933656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9008146546134933656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9008146546134933656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-facebook-is-utterly-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-601686800092313134</id><published>2007-12-11T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:44:47.094Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, that Derek Raymens is damn lousy, can! His own fight, &amp;amp; he doesn't try to win it? I wonder if his account is even active... Man! I shouldn't have supported him. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-601686800092313134?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/601686800092313134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=601686800092313134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/601686800092313134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/601686800092313134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-redemption-has-stories-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5096393185019033745</id><published>2007-12-11T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:14:22.754Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know, library books are funny. I went super duper loads of months without a single Vampire Beach book &amp;amp; today, I FOUND TWO! Yeah, baby! &amp;amp; same goes for that Glasshouse too. I went almost an entire year... &amp;amp; today, I found the second one. Heee. Vampires fascinate me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5096393185019033745?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5096393185019033745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5096393185019033745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5096393185019033745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5096393185019033745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/yknow-library-books-are-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-995895214167940508</id><published>2007-12-11T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:50:39.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just lost against the Elites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-995895214167940508?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/995895214167940508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=995895214167940508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/995895214167940508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/995895214167940508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-just-lost-against-elites.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-698051458805383392</id><published>2007-12-11T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:16.062Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You guys are missed&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/R16G4_jYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oGYqOA5Ji14/s1600-h/DSCN4872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142696138194336530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/R16G4_jYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oGYqOA5Ji14/s200/DSCN4872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left: Chiang Fong, Hsiao Fong, Lisa, Linus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-698051458805383392?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/698051458805383392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=698051458805383392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/698051458805383392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/698051458805383392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-guys-are-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/R16G4_jYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oGYqOA5Ji14/s72-c/DSCN4872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8026622734570677913</id><published>2007-12-11T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:39:04.721Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;With everything, I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighters' Club &lt;em&gt;fascinates&lt;/em&gt; me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; y'know, I think I'm &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the way that she... ehhh, you know how she told Adam that she wanted to matter? Yup, I feel &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; like that! I reread Greed. Whoa, nice book. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rereading all those books I used to be in love with. I read ANIMORPHS. I still love Rachel loads. I loved Separation. LOL (Doody). I loved the last part when she looked around for Mean Rachel &amp;amp; thought she was gone, but then realized that Mean Rachel was in her. &amp;amp; then Cassie told her that she was there (for her), but Rachel looked at Tobias &amp;amp; asked him instead. &amp;amp; Tobias was all like, Let's go, the two of you &amp;amp; the two of me. AHHHH, sweet. (:  I like Tobias a hell lot! Maybe 'cause he likes Rachel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need to reread anymore! Because I went to the library today! Got 16 books, nearly broke my shoulder. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAINING TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up:&lt;br /&gt;3 rounds indoors,&lt;br /&gt;stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength Training:&lt;br /&gt;1. 1/2 Squat 4x8,7,6,5 (10kg +2.5kg+2.5kg+2.5kg) + Star Jump x 6&lt;br /&gt;2. Overhead Lunges 4x8 each leg (10kg) +straddle jump x6&lt;br /&gt;3. High Pull 4x8,7,6,5 (5kg+2.5kg+2.5kg+2.5kg) Burpee x3&lt;br /&gt;4. Forward Roll 3x8&lt;br /&gt;5. Partnered Leg Raisers 3x15&lt;br /&gt;6. Incline DB Flies 3x20&lt;br /&gt;7. Lying Elbow Extension (Javelin) 3x10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing the small ball like javelin (really don't know what this is called) 3x10&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball slam to each other 3x12 each person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Wow, my abs are dying. ):  Hurt hurt hurt. Pain pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;You know when I did the Overhead Lunges, I bang the 10kg weight against my knee. ):  THERE ARE BRUISES!!!!!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emo today. Hahahh, at least that's what the sec3s said. :/&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPPOSED TO BE VERY HAPPY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;But then... fghjklfghjk.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Hsiao Fong, Chiang Fong, Mei Lin, Yan Lan and Linus on MSN. LOL, crazy conversation. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna check FC. (:&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8026622734570677913?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8026622734570677913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8026622734570677913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8026622734570677913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8026622734570677913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-you-to-know-with-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6757813861015328870</id><published>2007-12-10T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:41:27.691Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel very fghjklfghjk. I had soooo much inspiration today. LOL, but uhhhh, now no more. ): I was gonna post a sort of poem here, but now it seems too loveydovey (&amp;amp; it's not supposed to be!), so I decided not to. HAHAHA. Therefore, I am left with nothing at all to blog about. Oh, except that I feel super duper bored because I have nothing to read. Reasons were mentioned in an earlier post, in which I'd already stated my reasons for not visiting the blogs that I'd mentioned. I still check Dasherrr's though, but he didn't update. ): Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE TONIGHT! I get to see my Hugh Laurie! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still listening to With Me by Sum 41. It's really addictive. Maybe I'll go burn a CD! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6757813861015328870?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6757813861015328870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6757813861015328870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6757813861015328870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6757813861015328870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-very-fghjklfghjk.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4217230302246561899</id><published>2007-12-10T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:56:41.344Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training today was alrights. I feel very... disappointed in myself. My stamina hasn't come back... But I will try harder. I promise myself and everyone else who believes in me. I will, I will.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, schedule time.&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: 2 rounds school. Back to normal, but it feels like a lot. Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Strength training (I took a picture, but let's see if I can do without it.): 1/2 Squat 4x8 (10kg + 5kg + 2.5kg) + Star Jumpsx10, Calf Raisers 3x20 + Ankle Flipsx10, High Pull 4x8 (5kg +2.5kg +1.25kg +1.25kg), Overhead Lunges 4x8 (10kg) +In-Place High Knee x 15, Leg Raisers with Partner 3x15, Forward Roll 3x8. YES! I DID IT WITHOUT USING MY PHONE! WHOO. Okay, we are Team 1.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine Ball Slam 5x10.&lt;br /&gt;Jumps: Jump over the (lying down) cones 1x5, Jump over the (standing up) cones 5x5.&lt;br /&gt;Cool-down: 2 rounds track, stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you know, I never want to be a Jumper. Not because training is tougher, but because I don't think I can jump that high. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post this, and handle some FC stuffs, then I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4217230302246561899?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4217230302246561899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4217230302246561899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4217230302246561899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4217230302246561899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/training-today-was-alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2104237489973984431</id><published>2007-12-09T04:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:07:09.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause I want you now, I want you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;100th post.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that I was already up to 99 posts, I figured what the hell, hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at 8:30PM last night. Watching Die Hard 4. We were 30 minutes into the movie. I was aware that I was falling asleep. I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to stay awake, but to no avail. I can't believe it. It's not that the movie was boring, it wasn't. The first 30 minutes I watched was really packed with action and all. I guess I've just been really tired these days. I didn't even get to see who was Timothy Olyplant. Unless he appeared &amp;amp; I just didn't know it was him. Hahahh. Justin Long just isn't as cute as he was when he acted in Herbie Fully Loaded. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I blogged about bowling yesterday, I forgot to add in some stuffs. So, Jimmy was late and while me &amp;amp; Linus waited, we were people-watching. We saw this team of red shirt people &amp;amp; they were... Hwa Chong's bowling team. There were 3 guys (if I'm not wrong) and some girls (but who cares) and only 1 of the guys was cute. From my observations (at the bowling alley &amp;amp; elsewhere), I conclude that 1/3 of the guys at Hwa Chong (High School, Junior College and Alumni) are cute (good-looking, whatever). Hahahh. That's a very good fraction already, okay! Yale might not agree with me, though. *ducks* Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon looked different. He let his hair grow. From some angles, he looks cute &amp;amp; from some, he just looks like a girl. ):  &amp;amp; the two guys who bowled with them yesterday were like, WOW, POWER. Their swing is super high &amp;amp; the speed of their (BOWLING) balls were like, super. D: The first balls they bowled were either strikes or spares. After that, me and Linus left, so ... BUT I ASSUME THAT THEY KEPT UP THE PERFORMANCE. It was really good, okay. I used to think that Geraldine was pro and Jonathan was pro-er but now... Ahhaha, they're still pro-er than me, 'nuff said. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shhh, I got a damn cute picture of him in my com. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2104237489973984431?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2104237489973984431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2104237489973984431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2104237489973984431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2104237489973984431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/cause-i-want-you-now-i-want-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1854294681918783650</id><published>2007-12-09T03:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:33:27.492Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want this moment, to ever end,&lt;br /&gt;Where everything's nothing, without you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait here forever just to, to see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, I made my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I stumble and fall,&lt;br /&gt;But I mean these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;These words are my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to this moment you know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd bleed my heart out to show, that I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts read are spoken, forever in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;And pieces of memories fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did and so, I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the streets, where I walked alone,&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;Have come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;These words are my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to this moment you know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd bleed my heart out to show, that I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,&lt;br /&gt;When you don't know what you're looking to find.&lt;br /&gt;In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,&lt;br /&gt;When you just never know what you will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this moment to ever end.&lt;br /&gt;Where everything's nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go.&lt;br /&gt;These words are my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to this moment you know.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd bleed my heart out to show, that I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Me - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this song just rocks. I'm listening to it over &amp;amp; over again. Yeah, it's a little noisy, but I think it's full of meaning. (:&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've come to think of it as the Blair Waldorf &amp;amp; Chuck Bass song. Those two sooooo belong together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just realized (when I double checked) that Episode 11's airtime is not next week (this coming Wednesday), but next next week (the Wednesday after this coming Wednesday). &amp;amp; now I feel so sad &amp;amp; deprived. ):&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill simply does not do it for me. Seeing as Lucas is even worse than the Nate in the Gossip Girl books. Too fickle already. &amp;amp; since he's not gonna end up with Brooke in the end, what's the point of seeing Peyton being a slut &amp;amp; destroying Brooke's happiness in every season? No point at all, thank you very much. Maybe I'll watch Season 5 when it finally airs. But only to see what's happening with Brooke 'cause I pretty much know that Lucas &amp;amp; Peyton (PUCAS, HAHA) will end up together. Gee, I sound bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with that... Fighters' Club has just gotten more interesting for me. I joined a Gang. Okay, they're not the best in the world, y'know? But, they're friendly. (: Check us out? &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/fightersc/sgroup?gid=5053"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/fightersc/sgroup?gid=5053&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;They're mostly guys from Catholic High, LOL. The person who invited me was Matthias who uhhh, added me 'cause ummm, I don't know why... But he knows Rex (which means he's an ex-Rosythian 'cause he was Rex's P5 classmate)! So, what the heck, yeahh? :D&lt;br /&gt;They're being picked on by G and the Thundercunts. DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT NAME! I mean, CUNTS?! What the asses lah! Shiz them. So you people should join THE DJS and bring that team dowwwwn. :p Although y'know, not many people who're good at FC who're on my FB account actually read my blog, so am I posting for nothing? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just on Friendster. I have concluded that guys named Kai Jie are actually kind of good-looking. &lt;a href="http://www.profiles.friendster.com/"&gt;www.profiles.friendster.com/&lt;/a&gt; (insert words here) HAHAHA, I'm not gonna tell who's I saw. It's not Mr Ang's though, don't worry. It's a cute/hot guy. :p Go find it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;These days many guys are posting pictures of themselves without their shirts. I find it very... weird. Hahahh, but y'know, they all look good. :p This is me being perverted 'cause... Well! I'm feeling very deprived of something right now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is online &amp;amp; we're not talking. Hmmm, is there something wrong with this picture?! D:&lt; Meanmeanmean! We talked for a while just nowwwwwwwwwww, but AIYAH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is cruel &amp;amp; unusual punishment. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1854294681918783650?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1854294681918783650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1854294681918783650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1854294681918783650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1854294681918783650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-want-this-moment-to-ever-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7855604942332882775</id><published>2007-12-08T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:36:57.267Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodnight, Sweetheart. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7855604942332882775?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7855604942332882775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7855604942332882775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7855604942332882775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7855604942332882775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodnight-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1562159571193014965</id><published>2007-12-08T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:15:43.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygods, I have to blog this! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Dan! Hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Vanessa, right? Good to see you."&lt;br /&gt;"Good to see you."&lt;br /&gt;"And, good to see you... seeing us... seeing you. Excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGODS, I could've like, fallen off the chair laughing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really need to start using that door."&lt;br /&gt;"Which you're showing me to."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, practise makes perfect."&lt;br /&gt;"Leaving. Out the door."&lt;br /&gt;"And, we appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan is super funny. Humourous, sarcastic, etc. :D&lt;br /&gt;Not as hot as Chuck though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you think we should talk about it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean about - about Vanessa? No, she's like family. It feels comfortable, so therefore, she often shows up without calling."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I - I mean about what... almost, maybe, might've just happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean if Vanessa hadn't... entered, and we..."&lt;br /&gt;"Or we can not talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;"DAN! WE'RE HOME! WE GOT BREAKFAST!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HA HA HA HA. This is like Blair &amp;amp; Nate IN THE BOOK. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is super different from in the books. In the books, he's always baked, stoned, drunk, etc. &amp;amp; his dad is super strict. But in the show, his dad is the one who has a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair is like so cool! (:  She can manipulate stuff out of people. Okay lah, maybe that shouldn't be called cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is super nice to Blair. Okay, not SUPER nice, but at least she didn't want to hurt Blair &amp;amp; to her, Blair is more important than Nate, &amp;amp; that's good. She actually told Blair that she didn't want to hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnoes, "Bass drunk off his ass". ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Vitrola is a great GREAT episode. WATCH IT, PEOPLE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1562159571193014965?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1562159571193014965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1562159571193014965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1562159571193014965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1562159571193014965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohmygods-i-have-to-blog-this-hey-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4938193334743663774</id><published>2007-12-08T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:44:36.628Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Gossip Girl song is really nice, kinda catchy. You know the one where she says, "And who am I? That's a secret I'll never tell. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl." Yeah, it rocks. I want to listen to it over &amp;amp; over again. &amp;amp; just now, when I listened to the song, shivers, manxzxz. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't come back for you! Look, Blair's my best friend &amp;amp; you're her boyfriend &amp;amp; she loves you." This made me like Serena more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who's that girl?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have no idea."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, Chuck! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens at Vitrola, stays at Vitrola."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's mostly 'cause of CHUCK BASS! Ed Westwick is seriously da shizzzz, y'know? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4938193334743663774?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4938193334743663774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4938193334743663774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4938193334743663774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4938193334743663774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/gossip-girl-song-is-really-nice-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5050878810573544953</id><published>2007-12-08T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:50:15.735Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no more entertainment. Gino has gone to Malaysia (or so he says). &amp;amp; so his blog won't be updated (not that he updates often anyway). Rawr. &amp;amp; I don't know why, but Dasherrr isn't updating either! &amp;amp; I like to read that blog, okay! &amp;amp; I think Oneseveneight is still overseas. Secondhandlies still updates, but... Okay, this is weird. Hahahh, blogging about reading people (whom I don' know)'s blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to people I know, Ticky-ticky just updated, &amp;amp; I just read it. But, hello Star Wars fanatic? Fractured-memories never updates, Shotguntolove also. To-therhythm doesn't really update that often, so I don't check often. Thisis-sogay updates a hell lot, but the spelling puts me off. Aintlivingup is overseas. I read Ohh_divine and Bobloveschuck by e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK that's all the blogs. Tell me if you want me to go to your blog, or if you think I may have missed you out... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5050878810573544953?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5050878810573544953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5050878810573544953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5050878810573544953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5050878810573544953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-no-more-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8363913062978274474</id><published>2007-12-08T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:00:08.874Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahh, I completed my mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Gin Loen (Nicknamed Gene) (Why are there so many "Gene"s in this world? o.O) (18)&lt;br /&gt;Lai Mei Gwan (17)&lt;br /&gt;Lai Mei Lin (17)&lt;br /&gt;Lai Yan Lan (13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so glad they made it back to Singapore safely! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz! (Just realized that the almost middle part of the alphabet is so cramped! The fghijkl part. Hmmm.) It feels like something is bugging me. Okay, yes, something is. Or someone. Rawrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we're watching Die Hard 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT GOSSIP GIRL EPISODE TO COME OUT! :D Ed Westwick is seriously DA LOVE. I hope they continue with the Chuck &amp;amp; Blair perspective 'cause I really think they're good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites to check out, yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blairandchuck.com/"&gt;www.blairandchuck.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chaceconline.com/"&gt;www.chaceconline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bother for Serena 'cause... Well, she ain't that interesting &amp;amp; neither are Jenny or Vanessa. As for Dan... Ah, jeez. You know, I really like him 'cause he was sooo nice to Blair &amp;amp; he's sarcastic in a way that really makes you laugh, y'know? (:  But I'm more interested in Blair &amp;amp; Chuck &amp;amp; Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I have to say that I really wonder... If Blair falls for Chuck, would I still love her character as much. Part of her charm is the way she so fiercely fights for the two things that matter most to her in her life: Nate&amp;amp;Yale. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I'll still like her the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, last night, I had this thought... Sophia Bush would also look LOVELY as Blair. (:  Unfortunately, she's in for One Tree Hill already as BROOKE DAVIS who is kind of like Blair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was comparing the Blondes (Blonds?) against the Brunettes thing. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;In GG (Gossip Girl), it's Blair (Brunette) VS Serena (Blonde) &amp;amp; I like Blair better.&lt;br /&gt;In SDS (Seven Deadly Sins), it's Harper (Brunette) VS Beth (Blonde) &amp;amp; I like Harper better.&lt;br /&gt;In OTH (One Tree Hill), it's Brooke (Brunette) VS Peyton (Blonde) &amp;amp; I like Brooke better.&lt;br /&gt;In the drama that is Brad/Jen/Ange's romance, it's Jennifer Aniston (Blonde) VS Angelina Jolie (Brunette) &amp;amp; I like Jennifer better. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. Anymore? I don't know. But the verdict is... 3 against 1, BLONDES! Hahahh &amp;amp; it also shows how much I dislike AJ. Hahahha, does it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL POST THIS NOW (:&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Yale :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8363913062978274474?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8363913062978274474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8363913062978274474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8363913062978274474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8363913062978274474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/hahahh-i-completed-my-mission-lai-gin.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4767873507018052640</id><published>2007-12-08T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:20:46.027Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THEY'RE BACK! Hahahh. I mean Mei Lin, Mei Gwan, Yan Lan &amp;amp; their brother. Hahahh, I still don't know his name. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling today. I must say I've improved. But it isn't very consistent. I think it has something to do with my attitude. 'Cause I got complacent. ): Or else it was under-confident - I didn't think I could maintain the spares&amp;amp;strikes. Let's see. First four frames: Spare, Strike, Spare, Spare. Then, it went down the drain. :/ Ahhh well.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I hate bowling with my brother. Okay, maybe not hate. I don't like it. 'Cause he loooooves to disturb me. I mean like, please lah, people trying to concentrate. fghjkfghjk. &amp;amp; I hate his smirk, okay. It disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was... I don't know lah! fghjklfghjk. I feel so what can. Frustrated, yeahh. Schedule time...&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: 5 rounds track &amp;amp; stretch&lt;br /&gt;Throw: Javelin short plunging (square) 2x10, Long plunging (square) 2x10, Stand throw 2x5, 3 steps 2x5, 5 steps 2x10.&lt;br /&gt;Javelin leg drills about 20m x 2 each drill.&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball bounce to each other x 20&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I think my throws today were quite... CRAP. Yeahh, crap. Except for that one throw which I was really really proud of 'cause it went far &amp;amp; it stuck! WHOOO! Hahahhh, but the rest were quite crap. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;May Xuen is in love with PSPs. :/&lt;br /&gt;I want an SE phone. Felicia's recommending me to wait for the latest one. Apparently it is damn imba. But, we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Mei Gwan on MSN. Yan Lan is at tuition &amp;amp; their brother is out with his GF. Shall post this &amp;amp; go read about my ED WESTWICK THE HOTTY HOT HOT STUFF (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4767873507018052640?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4767873507018052640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4767873507018052640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4767873507018052640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4767873507018052640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/theyre-back-hahahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4285029905131256938</id><published>2007-12-07T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:03:29.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPb4fvA8h4k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPb4fvA8h4k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygods, have to, HAVE TO check it out, okay? Interview with ED WESTWICK &amp;amp; Chace Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, there's so much kissing on that show, you must get sick of it."&lt;br /&gt;"... Not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4285029905131256938?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4285029905131256938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4285029905131256938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4285029905131256938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4285029905131256938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-470569926499558722</id><published>2007-12-07T07:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:47:13.028Z</updated><title type='text'>need</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I need to talk to you before&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-470569926499558722?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/470569926499558722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=470569926499558722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/470569926499558722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/470569926499558722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/need.html' title='need'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5003067795020487030</id><published>2007-12-07T07:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:19:09.947Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7th December! They're coming back today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooooo accomplished today. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for training! ):  BUT I WILL GO TOMORROW! I promiseeee! &amp;amp; you know what's the worst thing? I woke up at 1:30pm this morning. &amp;amp; I slept at 10:30pm last night. That is more than 12 hours. I feel so lazy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brother's friends are over again. REUNION again. They have reunions like, 5 times a year. It's so crazy. &amp;amp; they always do the same thing. BOWLING. &amp;amp; then they'd come over to our house &amp;amp; play pool or fooseball or just slack at the computer. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post this 'cause I've got nothing to say already. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5003067795020487030?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5003067795020487030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5003067795020487030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5003067795020487030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5003067795020487030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/7th-december-theyre-coming-back-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-653438442030038129</id><published>2007-12-06T17:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:10:30.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Complains</title><content type='html'>{/deleted}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-653438442030038129?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/653438442030038129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=653438442030038129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/653438442030038129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/653438442030038129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-like-being-whiney-fool-today.html' title='Complains'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1607804398836735652</id><published>2007-12-06T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:02:08.007Z</updated><title type='text'>chad&amp;trg schedule</title><content type='html'>I hate Chad for ruining my One Tree Hill dream. D:&lt; I mean, yeah, he's hot, I'll give him that. BUT STILL! HE RUINED MY ONE TREE HILL DREAM OF BROOKE&amp;amp;LUCAS BEING TOGETHER FOREVER. ): I'm gonna CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so training today. AGAIN. Like I said, daily training. I don't know if I want to go tomorrow 'cause I had really bad cramps today &amp;amp; I'm scared that it may get worse tomorrow. Plus, Mr Seem gave me permission to skip 'cause he said I need to rest after 3 consecutive days of training. I kind of want to go. I like the Jumpers. (: Hmmm, I think I'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was good. At least I felt that it was good. I could make myself arch my back. &amp;amp; my javelin wobbled in the air. That's good, I think. HAHAHHA. Ummm, arm's still not fast enough. I can't seem to make it faster.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall post what we did here. 'Cause, 1. Yale wants it &amp;amp; 2. When I finally decide to go fish out my poor lost logbook, I CAN LOOK AT MY BLOG &amp;amp; WRITE! YAY! Hahahhahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Old Cedar @ Potong Pasir&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: 3 rounds around track &amp;amp; stretching&lt;br /&gt;Javelin: Short plunging (square) 2x10, Long plunging (square) 2x 10, Stand throw (normal) 2x10, 3 step walk/run-up 2x10. That pulling thingy (I don't know the name but it's for tension in the arm.) 2x10, 5x3.&lt;br /&gt;Water break. HAHAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;Strength Training: 1/2 squat 4x(8,7,6,5) add 2.5 kg each time. High pull 4x(8,7,6,5) add 2.5 kg the first time and subsequently add 1.25kg, Lying Overhead Pull 4x12 (weight is 2.5kg each side), Forward Roll 3x8, Lunges 3x8 each leg 10 kg, One handed high pull (don't know the name) 5kg? 4x12.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA! I REMEMBERED EVERYTHING! Whoooo! If wrong, then sorry lah :D&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball smash against the wall x 50.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. (:&lt;br /&gt;I feel so accomplished. I shall soon go find my logbook. AH HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, came home &amp;amp; rest a while, bathed, ate, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition with Mr Lau. Hahahh. We went through Chemistry without the textbook ('cause I don't have)&amp;amp; it was okay. Heee. (: He said he can't teach me Biology, so I've gotta do it by myself. Unless.... MARGARET (DOCTOR), MI LING, AI LING, YI LING (All 3 are either dentists or pharmacists, I think they'd have done Bio.) OR SENG WEI (Mr Lau said he's good. &amp;amp; well, 8 (9?) As definitely qualifies as good. :D ) (I HAVE SMART COUSINS!) ARE WILLING TO HELP ME!!! AHEM AHEM. I shall go find people who are good at Biology &amp;amp; YAY! OH GOOD, Gino just said that he's "sort of" good at Biology. But knowing him... Hahahahah. Kidding! MUST HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so tired &amp;amp; energetic at the same time. WHOOOO. I can't wait for the next Gossip Girl to come out, manxzxz. It's terribly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Yale's online. Shall post this then ask her to read :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1607804398836735652?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1607804398836735652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1607804398836735652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1607804398836735652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1607804398836735652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-chad-for-ruining-my-one-tree.html' title='chad&amp;trg schedule'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1727408155520065689</id><published>2007-12-05T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:02:51.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Brucas</title><content type='html'>"I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; pushing you away, Lucas! I am holding on for &lt;u&gt;dear life&lt;/u&gt;, and I &lt;em&gt;need you to need me back&lt;/em&gt;! And, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why won't you ever just let me all the way in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brooke Davis, One Tree Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1727408155520065689?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1727408155520065689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1727408155520065689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1727408155520065689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1727408155520065689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-not-pushing-you-away-lucas-i-am.html' title='Brucas'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8738834104929114930</id><published>2007-12-05T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:19:25.556Z</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygods, DAN KILLED KEITH! D:  What. An. Ass! His own brother, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; okay, now I hate Peyton all the more okay. She is such a fghjdhgadjksjhsgdjk! I mean, BROOKE &amp;amp; LUCAS WERE STILL TOGETHER WHEN SHE GO &amp;amp; KISS HIM &amp;amp; THEN SAY WHAT SHE HAS FEELINGS FOR HIM. WALAO, BROOKE IS HER BEST FRIEND, OKAY. THEN LATER SHE GO TELL BROOKE SHE HAS FEELINGS FOR LUCAS THEN BROOKE SLAP HER AND ENDED THE FRIENDSHIP. THEN THAT IDIOT PEYTON GO AND BURN BROOKE'S PICTURES AND TEAR BROOKE OUT OF ALL THE 3 PEOPLE PHOTOS (SO THAT ONLY HAVE HER AND LUCAS. SOMEMORE BROOKE USUALLY IN THE MIDDLE SO SHE BASICALLY RUIN THE WHOLE PHOTO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, according to my cousin (Margaret), IT'S CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY'S FAULT! He cheated on SOPHIA BUSH with PARIS HILTON OF ALL PEOPLE. So now Sophia can't stand being in the same room as Chad. SO THERE GOES MY BRUCAS! Walao ehhhhhhs. I feel very upset now okay. Thanks to Chad, "Lucas is screwing Peyton" (My cousin's words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BROOKE, YEAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, watching the show is supposed to make me like all those people that I don't like from reading the books. Like, with GG, I like CHUCK (Ed Westwick!!!!) and Jenny (Taylor Momsen) is not so bad &amp;amp; SERENA (Blake Lively) too. But the Serena is 'cause I'm biased. I like Blake Lively 'cause of The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PEYTON SUCKS (still) !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to watching. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8738834104929114930?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8738834104929114930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8738834104929114930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8738834104929114930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8738834104929114930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2902187210693417914</id><published>2007-12-05T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:03:13.944Z</updated><title type='text'>apologize</title><content type='html'>I’m holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m hearing what you say,&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t make you sound.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me,&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down.&lt;br /&gt;But wait...&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you’re sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t think I’d turn around and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat.&lt;br /&gt;(But that's nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;And you say...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;Woahooo, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, a yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize - One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the song they played at the end of Gossip Girl episode 10. WHICH IS VERY SAD OKAY! Blair ended it with Chuck. NO NO NO NO NO! &amp;amp; it's like, SHE'S WITH NATE AGAIN LAH! Sheesh! &amp;amp; it's all thanks to Chuck that Blair went back to Nate, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAIR WAS HAPPY WITH CHUCK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But Chuck was jealous &amp;amp; he did stuff &amp;amp; now he has to suffer. ):&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl was like, "Spotted: Chuck Bass losing something no one knew he had: his heart." I mean, he seriously like Blair a hell lot lah. It's soooooooooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN THAT HE LEFT THE COUNTRY OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this shows that you should not be jealous unnecessarily. Blair was gonna stay with Chuck. But then his jealousy caused him to scheme and then his plan backfired &amp;amp; he's lost Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand, onto happier stuffs! CONGRATULATIONS TO HWA CHONG SOCCER TEAM. (: Won 3-2 Yishun Junior College! :D (I had to wait for the news to be posted on ________'s blog okay! NOT EASY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You don't have to be jealous 'cause you've got no reason to be. You mean more to me than he does. I don't understand why you don't react like other people. Why do you hurt me when I've done nothing, nothing at all. Yeah, okay, I may be a little guilty. BUT STILL. You don't have to keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER WEEK 'TIL THERE'S A NEW EPISODE OF GOSSIP GIRL. I can't wait. But I need another show in between. Not House 'cause I don't want to ruin my Monday nights. Not Supernatural 'cause it's scary and I watch on Tuesdays. HMMMMMMMMMM. ONE TREE HILL??? :D Hope I can find! :D SOPHIA BUSH!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2902187210693417914?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2902187210693417914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2902187210693417914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2902187210693417914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2902187210693417914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-holding-on-your-rope-got-me-ten-feet.html' title='apologize'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-221235384493248852</id><published>2007-12-05T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:03:31.568Z</updated><title type='text'>trump card</title><content type='html'>Ohmygods, THE SWEATER! Nate's trump card. Humph. I still say poor Chuck. He looked so destroyed. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-221235384493248852?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/221235384493248852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=221235384493248852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/221235384493248852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/221235384493248852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohmygods-sweater-nates-trump-card.html' title='trump card'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-645877195603227650</id><published>2007-12-05T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:04:27.383Z</updated><title type='text'>can't stop blogging</title><content type='html'>HAHAH, you know what I can't stop blogging! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know that IDIOT Nate... I mean, I really think that he sucks. BUT Chace Crawford is HOT. &amp;amp; Blair likes Nate. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE WOULD STILL GO TO THE DAMN BALL WITH THE DAMN NATE! POOR CHUCK! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED AND CHACE ARE BOTH HOT. HOW HOW HOW?!?!?!? Who should I support...? Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-645877195603227650?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/645877195603227650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=645877195603227650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/645877195603227650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/645877195603227650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/hahah-you-know-what-i-cant-stop.html' title='can&apos;t stop blogging'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4521088188299257723</id><published>2007-12-05T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:05:03.351Z</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CHUCK BASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE CHUCK BASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've said it. I know Gossip Girl painted him as a pervy moron &amp;amp; Cecily Von Ziegesar wrote about him as being all horny, gay &amp;amp; sissy-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the show, he is an absolute darling. He is super duper hot okay! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he seems to care about Blair a lot! I like people who treat Blair nice. Nate sucks. STUPID STUPID NATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next episode! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4521088188299257723?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4521088188299257723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4521088188299257723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4521088188299257723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4521088188299257723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-chuck-bass.html' title='I LOVE CHUCK BASS'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2301272495292539709</id><published>2007-12-05T08:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:05:30.684Z</updated><title type='text'>DEC trg</title><content type='html'>My whole December shall be about T-R-A-I-N-I-N-G! Today I woke up at 0730 &amp;amp; I couldn't keep my eyes open. I slept in the car (again) on the way to Toa Payoh Stadium (again). Today's training was with the Jumpers. My, oh my. Really different from Throws.&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: About 2 rounds + slope. HOWEVER, we did it like, 4 x 1/2 the round so we ran up and down the slopes 4 times. D: &amp;amp; stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Leg drills uphill! This was okay lah, normal except it was uphill. But it was okay 'cause we only did a few.&lt;br /&gt;Hop up the stairs. Okay, this was murder. Adding to the difficulty level was the fact that it was raining &amp;amp; the stairs were wet! :/ Anyway, we did about 2 or 3 sets (I think).&lt;br /&gt;Running about 60m. Sprint/Running form. HAHAH, later when they had timing, Mr Seem had me write down the timings so I didn't have to run. :D&lt;br /&gt;Abs training. Sit-ups 20 x 3 with timing. Leg raisers 20 x 3. Leg raisers was killer! D:&lt;br /&gt;End of training.&lt;br /&gt;During stretching, Mr Seem asked me if my muscles were aching (they weren't) and I said no. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID?! "Today... Today we do." !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SADISTIC! D:&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something COOL? The Jumpers (some of them) have got Pokemon Yellow Version in their handphones (mostly Sony Ericsson). Melissa downloaded it and then sent to them. Walao, so cool! I want an SE phone! &amp;amp; then I'll go ask Mel for the gameeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, came home &amp;amp; bathed &amp;amp; slept for an hour. Then left the house to go to the airport to send my grandmother off to America. At the check-in there, then she heard about the Bio-Metric Passport &amp;amp; she was worrying about it. Lol. Imagine if she didn't manage to get through! :/ Anyway, the adults were talking about how some people were made to miss their flight &amp;amp; then they got to leave to America the next day. (LIKE BJORN!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then they talked about the Prima Deli incident. Okay, that is just gross okay! ):&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Sakae Sushi. I think I'm sick of Sakae Sushi already. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I'm back &amp;amp; blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a Respected Mobster, thank you thank you. It irks me that Hoi Yan is still ahead of me. Not fair not fair! &amp;amp; I thought I could catch up when she goes to Shanghai. But, noooooooooo. She can still access the internet. THE WORLD IS UNFAIR! But anyway, I've lost interest in it already. I just can't bear to see a great account being thrashed so I'm maintaining it. o.O HAHHAHA. Seriously, the account is ZAI. $3,402,083 in the piggy bank okay! Don't play play. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, shall post this &amp;amp; do other stuffs. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2301272495292539709?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2301272495292539709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2301272495292539709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2301272495292539709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2301272495292539709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-whole-december-shall-be-about-t-r-i.html' title='DEC trg'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1264602111814675199</id><published>2007-12-04T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:06:15.217Z</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>HEY LOOK! A QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one person who made you laugh last night.&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 0800?&lt;br /&gt;Going to Toa Payoh Stadium for training. I was sleeping in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Forcing "the truth" out of Mr Varella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I started schooling at Cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Linus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many beverages did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;My morning coffee, 1 and a 1/2 bottles of water during training, 1 cup of water after lunch, my just wake up from my afternoon nap coffee, 1 bottle of water for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;POSTCARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;Pocket. I know, I know, WHAT IF IT FALLS OUT! I know... But I don't always have my wallet with me &amp;amp; I am lazylazylazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;WINDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best ice-cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE CHIPS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excites you?&lt;br /&gt;Manymany things. I can't even begin to list them all out, I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I hate having my hair cut. It's like cutting a piece of myself away. My hair always feels too short after a haircut. But, you know, I think I have to trim my fringe again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, read some of the books though. I really liked Marisa &amp;amp; it's so sad she died. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;I... don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;YES. YES. YES. INSANELY CRAZILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter A&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Eber. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter K&lt;br /&gt;KAI JIE! Okay lah, not my friend. Ummmmmmm, Kevin? Or is he not counted. Let me go check my MSN. KATHLEEN!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the first person on your received call list?&lt;br /&gt;_____. Hmmm, shall make him call me again one of these days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;Prabhmeet said that she didn't want me to give her spoilers of the next Georgia Nicholson book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;Um, sometimes but not recently. (I sound like Spongebob!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Straight! NATURALLY STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the next place you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Toa Payoh Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best movie you've seen in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;BEE MOVIE! (But that's not in the last 2 weeks. I just said Bee Movie 'cause it's the last movie I watched. NOT THAT IT WASN'T GOOD, IT WAS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. When have I been without a person to like? Ask anyone I know! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! MUAHAHHAAHHAHA! Okay lah, I have done them before... I just can't remember the last time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, I teared. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1264602111814675199?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1264602111814675199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1264602111814675199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1264602111814675199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1264602111814675199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-look-quiz-name-one-person-who-made.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5058572649656443085</id><published>2007-12-04T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:07:02.526Z</updated><title type='text'>1st trg at tpy stadium</title><content type='html'>The fear of growing old&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; doing what you're told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to boyfriend today. That silly thing heard a Britney Spears song on the radio LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG (you get the idea) time ago &amp;amp; came and asked me if I know that song. &amp;amp; that thingy doesn't even know that lyrics!!!!!!!! Do you get how impossible it is to find a song when you don't even know the lyrics! Grrr. But whatever. We both just "forget it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay. So, starting from 4th December which is today, I have training everyday. Hopefully, it will apeace Mr Seem. Scared of him already lah! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was at Toa Payoh Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm-up: 2 rounds + slope. &lt;em&gt;Want to die already can. Super super long never train.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the abs training with the 3KG medicine ball &amp;amp; in between we had to run up the HUGE steps, hop of the HUGE steps &amp;amp; do bunny hop 50x5! &lt;em&gt;Was crawling about on the floor after each round. Luckily this meant that there was a lot of time to rest&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we did Long Jump &amp;amp; Triple Jump. &lt;em&gt;MR SEEM IS BIASED! &amp;amp; I think I can honestly say that I will never be a jumper. My legs are short like anything &amp;amp; that stupid baggy track pants wasn't helping! (We all wore track pants 'cause of MOSQUITOES.) TWICE, I was the last to clear the targets. &lt;/em&gt;): &lt;em&gt;This is so unfair. I felt like an animal in the zoo. Everyone was watching me FAIL TO JUMP FAR ENOUGH.&lt;/em&gt; D:&lt;em&gt; I am humiliated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool down: 2 rounds without the slope. &lt;em&gt;This was so funny. HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA. Okay.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; then we stretched. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY CEDAR THROWS 2007 FBTS! WHOOOO! It looks really nice. Except... THE NAMES ARE ON THE BUTT :/ Hahahhahah. Anyway, I'm keeping Jedidah's &amp;amp; Huda's. &amp;amp; I'm still waiting for the $200 from Kimberly. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow will be training at Toa Payoh with the Jumpers. Ohmygods, please don't make me jump again. ): PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gino is bullying me again. Chicken nugget lah he. WHAT does he mean by someone stole my bf. Rawr him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST GOT WIND OF THIS NEWS: EBER AMANDA JOY! YOU ASS! DID YOU APPEAL OUT OF TRIPLE SCIENCE?! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE! I WANT TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS AS YOU, YOU MORON! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 December! 602 reunion. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5058572649656443085?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058572649656443085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5058572649656443085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5058572649656443085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5058572649656443085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/fear-of-growing-old-doing-what-youre.html' title='1st trg at tpy stadium'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4586188550724599161</id><published>2007-12-04T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:10:23.882Z</updated><title type='text'>AUSTRIA</title><content type='html'>AUSTRIA WAS SUPER FUN! It was seriously DA BOMBXZXZXZ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 23rd of November, we took a night time flight to Istanbul, Turkey. There was no SIA plane, so we took the Turkish airlines. (Okay, this is totally scary. But I'll tell you later on in my story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MY DAD'S EX-COMPANY HAD THEIR COMPANY TRIP! TO ISTANBUL! SO QIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the flight to Istanbul was 11 hours. &amp;amp; I was so tired out from COALs that I FELL ASLEEP BEFORE THE PLANE EVEN TOOK OFF! &amp;amp; I woke up when they woke us up for food. (So irritating! I sleep until very shou2, you know!) Then I ate a bit &amp;amp; fell back asleep until 2 hours before landing &amp;amp; I couldn't fall back asleep. So I watched Everybody Loves Raymond which was funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transit in Istanbul Airport for like, 2 hours. Nothing much to do. We sat in a cafe and ate the cheesecake which was so much better than airplane food. We got on our flight from Istanbul to Vienna. That took like, 2 hours. &amp;amp; they served us breakfast. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed and immediately went to tour. Vienna is beautiful. The whole Austria is beautiful. They have a lot of history. All very interesting &amp;amp; colourful &amp;amp; you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this house that was designed by an artist who cares a lot about nature. &amp;amp; his house was like... Weird. NONE of the windows are the same. &amp;amp; the floors are uneven! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; there's like, a plant in the house! &amp;amp; when you stay in the house, you gotta take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; our local tour guide BEATRICE told us that it was easy to take care of the plant. You have to just flush the thingy (that waters the plant). She said the artist took into account how some people don't have green thumbs &amp;amp; she said, "Like me. I love plants. But I kill them." Heee, so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in &amp;amp; everything was soooooo cool. I wish Singapore had this kind of interesting stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was pretty much touring also. There are loads of churches in Austria 'cause it's a Roman Catholic country. There's so many stories to hear about. &amp;amp; so we just basically heard about this saint &amp;amp; that saint &amp;amp; took pictures of the churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went to the ship. The Amadeus Classic. (Amadeus is... Wolfgang AMADEUS Mozart!) &amp;amp; there I learnt that there were 4 groups. The 1st group had already done the cruise. We were group B and we were sharing the cruise with group C. (This tour is like, experimental. The first time they've tried it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall skip ahead &amp;amp; tell you that in Group B, the children/teenagers (whatever lah) were: Me (14), Linus (13), Hsiao Fong (13), Chiang Fong (15), and a little 7 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;In group C: Yan Nan (I think lah) (13, 14?), Mei Lin (17), Mei Gwan (17), Jun (something) Yong? (18), two other girls and one little boy.  Yan Nan, Mei Lin, Mei Gwan and Jun Yong are one family. AND MEI LIN &amp;amp; MEI GWAN ARE TWINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so basically, we arrived on the cruise &amp;amp; we had a welcome dinner by the captain of the ship. &amp;amp; later, there was a Hungarian folkshow. THE GUY VERY CUTE. Okay, okay. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise works like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Every night, the ship will sail to another place.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the morning, after breakfast, we go for land tours.&lt;br /&gt;3. We come back for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;4. Free time (Can go out onto the land again or play games on board the ship, massage, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;6. Entertainment (Like, Bingo, Karaoke, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously damn zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after 1 or 2 day, IT SNOWED! &amp;amp; it was soooooooooooooo cool! &amp;amp; cold! Hahahhh. The snow is so cold and wet and white. Okay, it's not like I've never seen snow before. But in the past it was always dirty snow/ no time to play with snow/ not enought snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME WE MADE A SNOWMAN! Or snowmen rather. Me &amp;amp; Linus made one with Mei Lin they all &amp;amp; several with Hsiao Fong &amp;amp; Chiang Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we had snowfights also! With the camera man (who was filming 'cause like I said experimental tour!) &amp;amp; there was this old man in group C and he was GOOD. He throw damn accurate can! &amp;amp; he's sneakaye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one regret I have is that, we only made friends with the other teenagers on the second last day of the cruise. With Hsiao Fong &amp;amp; Chiang Fong it was no so bad 'cause we still had like, 3 days with each other. But it was our second last day with Mei Lin they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Uno &amp;amp; Tai Di together. Hahahhaha. &amp;amp; CF lost lost lost! :P Jun Yong didn't play with us except for the snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mei Lin they all have ONE PSP EACH! That's FOUR PSPS IN THE FAMILY! Rich people jiu4 shi4 zhe yang4! HAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we exchanged e-mails. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE TOURS. Okay, we visited manymany castles &amp;amp; like I said earlier on, churches. We even went into an ABBEY! &amp;amp; it was wicked cool okay! So many things!!!! Okay, so many OLD things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;amp; like I said the history was really interesting. GO READ UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Adolf Hitler is an AUSTRIAN? Not a German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the cruise, we had land tour again for 2 days. We went to Slovenia &amp;amp; went into the BIGGEST CAVE IN AUSTRIA &amp;amp; it is seriously cool like don't know what. They even have this weird fish they call the human fish. SUPER ZAI! But I don't have pictures of them because no photography allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT! On our second night in Slovenia, WE RAN INTO GROUP C!!!!!!!!!!! Heeeheee, how cool is that! Their first day off the cruise was spent in Salzburg (Sound of Music, anyone?) which is cool beyond belief. We didn't get to go there. &amp;amp; later they stayed in Hotel Mons while we stayed in Grand Union Hotel Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE RAN INTO THEM 'CAUSE WE ATE AT THE SAME RESTAURANT!!!!!!! Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day we left for the aiport. 2 hours flight to Istanbul, Turkey. Transit 4 hours. 11 hours back to Singapore. I slept 10 hours. &amp;amp; when we came back, I was still damn tired. BUT DRAGGED MYSELF TO WATCH HOUSE. HUGH LAURIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scary information. On the morning of the 3rd (2nd?) last day, the news reported that a Turkish Airplane CRASHED! We were all like, WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!! I tell you xing kui nothing happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Group C is not back yet! ):  Pray for their safety, manxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. I tried to keep it short. Did I succeed? Pictures probably later :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4586188550724599161?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4586188550724599161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4586188550724599161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4586188550724599161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4586188550724599161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/austria.html' title='AUSTRIA'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7108921468966460922</id><published>2007-12-03T19:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:05:22.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I don't know what to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;You mess me up real bad.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7108921468966460922?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7108921468966460922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7108921468966460922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7108921468966460922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7108921468966460922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4469853671061743645</id><published>2007-12-03T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:08:34.701Z</updated><title type='text'>ljy</title><content type='html'>He appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Just as if I'd conjured him&lt;br /&gt;From my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I peeked.&lt;br /&gt;I looked.&lt;br /&gt;I gazed.&lt;br /&gt;And I stared.&lt;br /&gt;But there was no interest in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Andintheblinkofaneye&lt;br /&gt;He was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The fire died.&lt;br /&gt;I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally, of course!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really really sad about that incident. &lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4469853671061743645?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4469853671061743645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4469853671061743645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4469853671061743645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4469853671061743645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-appeared.html' title='ljy'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2613410416941413288</id><published>2007-12-03T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:09:26.956Z</updated><title type='text'>back from austria</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone! I'm back. Heee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will not post about the trip now because I've got like, 1000 pictures &amp;amp; I've got to move them to my computer first &amp;amp; that will take time which I don't have right now because I've got to write my COALs Reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall reply tags. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuiRui: &lt;em&gt;On the 23rd November, at the time that you tagged, I was already on the plane to Istanbul! How to go online! Lol. &amp;amp; OHMYGODS, that elf thing is like so... EW, can! At least find a nicer picture mah! Walao eh, I feel so embarrassed. D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyin: &lt;em&gt;Yes, yes, I get what you mean, YOU MISS ME! :D I know, I know. Hahahahhh! I can't wait for the reunion as well! :D &amp;amp; I've got something for you. (:  &amp;amp; I seriously thought I told you, I am so sorry. ):  Sorry that you had to miss me on such short notice! Hahahahha! :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuyi: &lt;em&gt;Hello! Which stream are you in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: &lt;em&gt;What're YOU tsk tsk tsk-ing about!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: &lt;em&gt;Hahahh, yeahh I quite like it. BUT THE LINK DOES NOT WORK! Ohnoes! WHAT GUY!?!??! Chace? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardhiyahh: &lt;em&gt;Hahahh, when will the movie marathon be? Just tell me, I'll tell my mom &amp;amp; then we'll probably be able to have a movie marathon &amp;amp; you guys can stuff your faces at my house. Lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I've got to rush my reflections. TTFN! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2613410416941413288?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2613410416941413288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2613410416941413288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2613410416941413288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2613410416941413288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-everyone-im-back.html' title='back from austria'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1693548448420792252</id><published>2007-11-23T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:09:31.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got into 6G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it when I get back from Austria! (:&lt;br /&gt;Miss me, yeah? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1693548448420792252?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1693548448420792252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1693548448420792252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1693548448420792252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1693548448420792252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1270133475796253666</id><published>2007-11-23T08:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:58:05.520Z</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>We'll walk through the fields with our heads held high.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause ain't nobody gonna break our stride.&lt;br /&gt;We are, we are Cedar OW! Cedar OW!&lt;br /&gt;(We will, we will ROCK YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling damn high nowwwww but I'm making an effort to type properly (if not i'll typo all the way and caps all the way hahahh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, since I'm blogging that means I'm back from camp! (;&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my, CAMP WAS FUN! COALs CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, we met at 0730! Even though we were asked to meet at 0900. But we thought Gryphon would be the only group there. But it turns out that other groups had the same idea! So in the end, all 9 groups were there super early! Hahahh. We did last minute stuffs &amp;amp; practiced our dance. Then we set off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we did all the logistics and boring stuffs, etc. AFTER THAT, WE HAD SEA ACTIVITY! Which was making a raft out of 6 poles &amp;amp; 4 barrels! (so anti-climax haha) &amp;amp; we finished our raft 2nd after Indigo but ours floated the best! (Indigo's fell apart in the sea &amp;amp; Hawk's fell apart on the way.) But theirs were like, WHOA, so neat! Ours was labelled Gryphon's Monsterpiece by Ms Poon! :x BUT! We couldn't have done it without Mr Lim! Hahahh, he was hanging around giving us his opinion which were all really good &amp;amp; helped us. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showered. We did outdoor cooking &amp;amp; our beehoon wasn't very nice (understatement!). I felt a bit like ralphing. ): We wanted to cook vegetarian 'cause Sharanya is vegan. BUT THEN THE SOUP HAD GARLIC AND ONION &amp;amp; APPARENTLY SHE CAN'T EAT THAT EITHER. So we couldn't add the mushroom soup for her. So in the end, we bought mushroom soup &amp;amp; ... ARGH. Nevermind. But the M soup was nice &amp;amp; so was the logans which we gave to Instructor Zhao Ming 'cause it's her "favourite fruit leh!" Hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had campfire prep. &amp;amp; fire drill. Mar &amp;amp; Poojha went off with Instructor Jasmine (?) &amp;amp; we thought they'd be safe but it turns out that they wanted us to find our groupmates during the drill :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had some revision of how to set up stuffs &amp;amp; during that I almost fell asleep. It was super dark &amp;amp; I was super tired &amp;amp; it was ONLY 9! Then we had a one hour debrief during which I almost fell asleep again. The Mayflower Secondary pupils hung their wet clothes upstairs AND THEY KEPT DRIPPING ON US! ): What meanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that night, I slept super well (and fast)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, woke up at 4:50! o.O Crazy Hawkers (Hawk girls?) woke us up! Ohmygods lah! Tsk tskkk. &amp;amp; so we went to brush teeth, etc. &amp;amp; we assembled at 6:15 and we had dorm checks which were omgxzxz scary! They checked our bags &amp;amp; everything &amp;amp; confiscated all contraband items! Like, food. I was like, wow, who so brave, dare to bring such stuffs but then again, some of them were put in by their parents D: Luckily my mom didn't do that! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast. We had like, raw vegetables (like salad!) to "help with the consitpation" according to Instructor Yu Ting. But uhhh, firstly, I don't think anyone pooped there 'cause like, the toilets couldn't really flush &amp;amp; there was no time at all. But the salad was nice. Hahahh. The dining hall people have good cooking skills (uh, not the salad 'cause it was raw but as in, all the meals were nice)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did High Elements. Which was walking on the rope (wire?) and we had Instructor Alan with us &amp;amp; HE VERY MEANIE! Hahhahahh, he kept scaring those who had vertigo! D: Hahahh, but he was nice too. That was Multi Lines which is walking sideways on a rope (wire?) while pulling on the ropes hanging from the top. Get it? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did Wild Woosey which was two ropes (wire?) and each person stand on one, and hold each other and walk together across. I partnered Jean first then Sharanya &amp;amp; each time, my legs were wobbling alot ALOT. Scary :/ Mr Chan took us for this &amp;amp; he was laming away. Hahahh, I forgot how nice he was &amp;amp; how he liked to make lame jokes. E.G. He went to this ant hole, bent over and said, "MY HOUSE!!!!" HHAHAHAHHAHAH! It was seriously funny, the way he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do Challenge Pole (SUICIDE/BUNGEE JUMPING) 'cause there wasn't enough time. It's like, you stand on this big log &amp;amp; jump to catch a trapeez thingy. WHICH IS HANGING IN THE AIR SO IF YOU DON'T CATCH IT..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, then we had campfire prep again. &amp;amp; then we went off to do Rock Wall, Zipline, Abseiling &amp;amp; Low Elements. Low Elements was boring &amp;amp; it hurt (Mardhiyyah stood on me &amp;amp; Rachel's shoulders). Instructor Keat Li helped us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Wall was disappointing 'cause I didn't make it to the top. Exhaustion from High E.? Maybe. I only know that I was damn disappointed in myself. ):  SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did ZIPLINE/FLYING FOX. &amp;amp;OHMYGODS! It was super fun like anything! :D  I did it TWICE! &amp;amp; Ms Leong was very nice but very scary! She take the rope, then she shout, "ROPE!" THEN SHE JUST THROW DOWN!!!!!! Then the rope downstairs already, the person say, "CLEAR!" HAHHAHAH! Mr Lim was with us for this activity &amp;amp; he was really funny with all his lame jokes. Hahahh. E.G. "Later at 5, me &amp;amp; Mr Lee are going to do that activity! Bring the pole okay?" *nobody gets his joke* HAHHAHAHAHA. Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSEILING WAS FUN! But then again, we had to run one whole round 'cause 1. Cannot cut through canteen, 2. Cannot go under Zipline. SO TIRING! &amp;amp; it's on the third floor!!!!! D: But it was fun &amp;amp; we had Instructor Alan again! &amp;amp; he made Mar cry. D:&lt;  Hahahh, but it was fun. &amp;amp; Mr Chan was at the Rock Wall showing off his muscles &amp;amp; Mr Lee was being emo &amp;amp; Ms Poon was taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked an egg for campcraft! Before lunch. Hahah, just add that in. (;  OUR EGG WAS SUPER NICE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPFIRE WAS FUNFUNFUN! The ex-leaders came back! &amp;amp; we had a really cool start to the burning of the campfire! Instructor Zhao Ming ROCKS! (sorry, I'm very biased 'cause Instructor Zhao Ming is a GRYPHON INSTRUCTOR!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a Guess The Number game. If you guess it wrongly, your group do a forfeit. &amp;amp; the teachers sabo-ed Mr Chan Boon Yeow! Heee heee, it was really funny. The ex-leaders lost the first round &amp;amp; they did a catwalk. Charlie lost the second round &amp;amp; they had to do a pole dance. &amp;amp; YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID? THEY RAISED THEIR HANDS PRETENDING TO BE POLES &amp;amp; WIGGLED ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!! SUPER FUNNY! And I am psychic, I guessed that's what they were gonna do before they did it! Hahahahhaha. IMMEDIATELY after they danced, it started to rain -.-" HAHAHHA. So we moved indoors &amp;amp; they really pole danced for us! But it was more of a pillar dance. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our performance was GREAT! Bravo won, though. NO HARD FEELINGS. (:  &amp;amp; the Camelot Instructors were like, super cool lah! They sang for us &amp;amp; clapped for us &amp;amp; danced for us. The campfire dragged on really long &amp;amp; it was super fun! We did so many mass cheers &amp;amp; songs &amp;amp; dances with lots of wiggling butts! HAHHAHAHAH! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wayne! You are one cool cat, you got a little bit of this and a whole lot of that! So, come on now &amp;amp; join the fun! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, UP CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM! And DOWN CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM! To your RIGHT CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM! To your LEFT CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM CHIKA BOOM!" Yeah man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mr Lee was super enthu(siastic)! Everyone says that he is damn dao/emo but during the camp, even though he was very quiet, he was also very enthu(siastic)! Hahahahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, Woke up at 5:30 (I think) &amp;amp; then we did stuffs, etc, pack, etc &amp;amp; then assembled but breakfast wasn't ready yet so we did Big Sweep. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ours was Dining Hall &amp;amp; we couldn't do much. So we stopped. &amp;amp; joined others at the Low Elements (WE COULD'VE DONE TEACHERS DORM!!!!!!!!!!!) &amp;amp; we got STUCK THERE! Because Instructors Keat Li, Jia Tian &amp;amp; (one more I forgot, I am so sorry) said that it was possible &amp;amp; we kept saying it wasn't &amp;amp; in the end, it really wasn't &amp;amp; Instructor Ahmad did it for us &amp;amp; IT WAS THE SAME WAY THAT THEY DID IT AT FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, Instructor Zhao Ming came after a while &amp;amp; also like, heard us out &amp;amp; kept asking if it was possible. Lol. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to sweep the dorms &amp;amp; there was only one broom so Shakila did it &amp;amp; it was sooo cool watching her and Li Bing was like, "You all very weird. See someone sweep also so excited and happy." HAHAHHA. The Instructors were like, "Wow, one person sweep everyone else watch!" Then I was like, "We're supervising!" LOL. Super funny lah, the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast frst 'cause we had to clean the Dining Hall &amp;amp; then the Gryphon Instructors wanted to talk to us :D And we talked quite a bit &amp;amp; it was really very nice. Then Instrutor Melissa (I think) sang for us the "There was a stream" song but she integrated all sorts of people. HAHAHHA. And the ending was like, "And her bones all cracked &amp;amp; her organs all bled &amp;amp; she almost passed away!" HAHHAHAHAHA. A bit lame lah, BUT STILL ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we gave Gryphon Instructors our message. "Thank you for the memories you've given us. And you know what? YOU BROUGHT THE SEXY BACK! YEAH!" Whooooooo! I miss all of them! Instructors Zhao Ming, Hafeeza, Ying Si, Ayesha &amp;amp; SHERRI! (Instructor Sherri quit. We all miss her crazily especially when we do our Billy Manjar &amp;amp; our Chika Cha Cha Cha &amp;amp; the other one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had a mass cheering session with the Camelot Instructors! They were soooo cool they taught us the clap &amp;amp; played Simon Says with us. EVEN THOUGH THEY CHEATED! Hahahah, but they're very good actors. Instructor Wayne was like, SUPER SERIOUS. Like, frowning and saying, "The bus is here, you all saw it." :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHANGI COAST ADVENTURE CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OUR GRYPHON INSTRUCTORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OUR COALS CAMP INSTUCTORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CEDAR;S TEACHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CEDAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CAMELOT INSTRUCTORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahh, oh! &amp;amp; when we did the Zipline, Instructor Fiona asked us about Instructor Zhao Ming! She saw me and she was like, "Gryphon, right? How is Instructor Zhao Ming?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, how is she? Are you asking about her health? Or...? (I know already lah, but then test test first. SKARLY.)&lt;br /&gt;I.F.: IZM is STRONG! Won't fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So.... You're asking what we think of her?&lt;br /&gt;I.F.: *keeps quiet*&lt;br /&gt;Me: She was very fierce at first but after a while, we find her very nice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she knows that Instructor Zhao Ming intimidates us. But we didn't get scolded at all (much) just like, Instructor Zhao Ming pointed out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! AND WE SAW THE HOLDING SITE ALREADY! Quite nice, what! Wonder why everyone's complaining. Of course, Cedar is better but we've got no choice, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; GRYPHON WON TEAMWORK (the raft even though it was our "Monsterpiece" &amp;amp; CREATIVITY (OUR FLAG WHICH WAS A BEACH BALL) ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Falcon won Unity! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all. Everything really rocked at COALs Camp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO 6G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1270133475796253666?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1270133475796253666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1270133475796253666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1270133475796253666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1270133475796253666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6363703352246991008</id><published>2007-11-20T13:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:41:30.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>If you want to, I can save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a "&lt;em&gt;hiatus&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I leave for camp 'til the 23rd. &amp;amp; then I'm leaving for Austria that night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll be back on 2nd December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you'll miss me, but just... y'know, don't go overboard&lt;/em&gt;. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;You know, the bad things about this long break from coming online are that, I can't update my blog so it may go into a coma; I'll be away from him; I'll be away from my friends; my FC will suffer. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But the good things are that, I'll be away from jerks like ... OH JUST JERKS!&lt;/s&gt;  D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not angry with you. I was JOKING. Really. I'm sorry. I really really am. I didn't mean what I said. I would never call you a ______ ____ &amp;amp; I think maybe you know that. Sorry. I'll try &amp;amp; fix things when I get back. I just hope you wait for me to get back...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, I seriously hope/pray/wish that you don't think that you're the jerk I'm referring to! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahem, ATTENTION ALL READERS: If you think you are that jerk. Um, well, you know, YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT! So &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; jump to conclusions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6363703352246991008?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6363703352246991008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6363703352246991008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6363703352246991008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6363703352246991008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2087939661852862430</id><published>2007-11-19T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:58:00.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOLENE!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't go to your chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll never know i'm wishing you, but what the heck, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can take you away from here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes, I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2087939661852862430?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2087939661852862430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2087939661852862430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2087939661852862430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2087939661852862430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-58296236400361150</id><published>2007-11-19T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:55:02.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am seriously trying to be CIVILISED! But some little sh-ts just... ARGH. I'm already very very pissed off. But I don't want to be angry because anger renders one weak. (Marius!) &amp;amp; therefore, I shall calm myself down when I feel that I'm getting pissed off. Which these days is really often.&lt;/em&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, &lt;strong&gt;I got my PSP today!&lt;/strong&gt; What colour? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahh, I went there thinking I would buy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hite&lt;/span&gt;. Plain &amp;amp; simple. But when I got there, I couldn't decide: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;! In the end, I chose &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahh, it was a tough decision... Hahahh! The games: Sims 2, Petpet (some rescue game), Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Goblet of Fire and Final Fantasy. I haven't touched FF yet. But HP is difficult to play. Sims2 and Petpet very fun! Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looooveee my petpet!&lt;/em&gt; He's so &lt;strong&gt;darn cute&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;darn cute&lt;/strong&gt; name too! &amp;amp; my Sims is very... Hahahh, I don't know. It's different from other games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANTED POKEMON! But seeing as Pokemon is under Nintendo games... Ah well, maybe if I'm patient enough... I WANT PEARL VERSION! (anyone want to buy a DS for me together with the Pearl Version? :D I will love you forever... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, ate breakfast at home, bathed &amp;amp; went to watch the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(that's supposed to be black and white but you get the idea) which was really funny. I recommend it! I laughed and laughed and laughed and... You get the idea. The cinema was quite empty though, seeing as it was like, 10 in the morning around there. J8 as usual. I'm BORED of J8. I don't want to go to J8 anymore! I want to go to &lt;strong&gt;PLAZA SINGAPURA&lt;/strong&gt;! Or &lt;em&gt;Vivocity&lt;/em&gt;. But PS more. Heh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I go to J8, I &lt;em&gt;ti2 xin1 diao4 dan3&lt;/em&gt; 'cause I don't want to run into people there. Or... more specifically someone. Ever since we celebrated Nan's birthday &amp;amp; we ran into him &amp;amp; it was &lt;strong&gt;so embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt;... Argh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Bee Movie, we went to get my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &amp;amp; then we went shopping a lil' &amp;amp; I got a new &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bag! Hahahh, I wanted the &lt;em&gt;black&amp;amp;gold jacket&lt;/em&gt; which was super super sexaye. But then it cost like, $150! Siao man, my unbranded one still can use lor! Cheaper too! :/  But it was &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;, can't deny. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Giordano and I got a sweater like thingy &amp;amp; we saw Gino's name on a paper -.-" By this time, we were rushing 'cause we still had errands to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Orchard and headed to Hougang Mall for lunch, &amp;amp; so I could get my library books. Lunch was good, the Food Junction (is it Junction?) food was good. What did we eat? Linus - Chicken Rice, Mom - Wanton Mee, Me - Fried Hokkien Mee. We had lunch at 3 -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to get my library books. Couldn't find my Strongbow Saga, The Vampire Chronicles, The Clique, and loads of my other series/sages/chronicles/etc. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the library, we went to Heartland Mall to get new spectacles for my brother. Then we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS SO TIRED! D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Sunday, I went for bowling. Hahahh, I was the last one there lor! Usually I am the first, followed by Kai Yun, then Jimmy and VARELLA(rella)S THE LAST! But today I was on MSN with my cousin! And I forgot. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;MY BOWLING IMPROVED&lt;/strong&gt;! Super happy. But Natasha ummm, didn't do as well as Jimmy wanted her to so I bowled with Bjorn and she bowled with KY and Jonathan (&lt;em&gt;Jimmy's son, not Geraldine's brother&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that eventful lah, hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NEIGHBOUR CAUGHT A CAT! OHNOES! It's proven!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shite lah! I'm very upset about this okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this just in: We're going to Perth for Chinese New Year next year. Hahahh, YAY! I can't wait! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still upset about the cat! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddddd, I think I may see boyfriend tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; you stupid Gino. Very angry with you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-58296236400361150?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/58296236400361150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=58296236400361150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/58296236400361150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/58296236400361150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3359015212642612348</id><published>2007-11-18T04:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:47:15.863Z</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be with you</title><content type='html'>I feel a sense of foreboding. I really hope I can go to Merilyn's BBQ. Up 'til now I'm not sure if I can go. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that applies to Jolene's birthday chalet too. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I just not think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T FINISH THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES! Butmygoodness! It is so nice. I loooooove Marius somehow, even though he falls in love left and right with women and men vampires. But he's kind of... nice to read about. Hahahh! I also also also looooove Lestat even though he "stole" Akasha (The Queen Of The Damned) from Marius. Rawr! Hahahh, there I go again, getting super caught up in a book! But it really is interesting. And, kind of sad. It's complicated too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom said I could get a PSP on Monday &amp;amp; it's gonna be time (soon) to get my new phone! Any suggestions? I want a slide phone. Sony Ericsson or Samsung. SMS counter. Good memory. Good camera. AND IT MUST LOOK NICE SO THAT I CAN SHOW IT OFF! :D  Help me, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch the Bee Movie! Monday! I also want to watch Beowulf! 'Cause it fits RIGHT IN with my love for myths and all! ONLY THING IS THAT ANGELINA JOLIE IS IN THE CAST! DAMMIT, I HATE HER! D:&lt; Little (okay not so little, but still) SLUT! D:&lt;  OH AND STARDUST!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's apparently very good! (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, COALs camp is on Wednesday! To Friday! &amp;amp; on Friday, well... I'm going to Austria! I'm still aching from training! D:&lt; We did strength training. &amp;amp; got positively scolded! (Um, wait that sounds wrong [as in the use of the word positively]. But whatever.) Jeez, I really need to stay on Mr Seem's good side. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedidah's in India nowwwww. I miss her. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend skipped training on Thursday!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;amp; the reason is really stupid. -.-" Brother used the toilet and so B couldn't use it. So B went back to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! AND OVERSLEPT AND SKIPPED TRAINING! &amp;amp; didn't want to tell me the reason! I had to go and find out myself! D:&lt; B is mean!!!!!!! MEAN MEAN MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I realized that these few days, everyone is being mean to me! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lah, meanies! Hahahhhh. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3359015212642612348?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3359015212642612348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3359015212642612348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3359015212642612348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3359015212642612348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-be-with-you.html' title='I wanna be with you'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4722845898250113891</id><published>2007-11-17T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:29:11.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LINUS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4722845898250113891?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4722845898250113891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4722845898250113891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4722845898250113891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4722845898250113891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4861686526414833469</id><published>2007-11-17T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:23:27.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Dao</title><content type='html'>Why do people dao me by telling me that they are dao-ing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yu Ho says: are you a caal&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ho says: fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yu Ho says: ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: sorry sorry&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: checking mail&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: caal?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: what's a caal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yu Ho says: im daoing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: eeyer&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: dont be dao&lt;br /&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: dao people are not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yu Ho says: i said i am daoing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lisa; Take me as I am says: dont dao!!!!!!!!!!! hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yu Ho says: i am daoing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LISA; says: pokepoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GN - only you says: dao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened so many times already! Very lame lor. &amp;amp; you know what, these two boys are from elite schools! Raffles &amp;amp; Hwa Chong respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4861686526414833469?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4861686526414833469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4861686526414833469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4861686526414833469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4861686526414833469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/dao.html' title='Dao'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2312582379340351671</id><published>2007-11-17T05:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:07:54.592Z</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be you.</title><content type='html'>Hahahh, I'm hooked on Don't Say You Love Me. How contradictory. Seeing as I'm making you guys type that you love me each time you come to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the play was quite a success! Um, well, we had fun, anyway. (;  Sad that Kester had to leave sooo early. Or rather that he couldn't leave late. Hahahh. We had a great evening, Karen's class combined with Marla and Tara's class! It was funfunfun! Apparently, next year we'll comine together! YAY! They seem really nice. Hahahh. Aaron wasn't in Karen's class this year 'cause he was in Marla/Tara's class. Hahahh, but he was there that day &amp;amp; he was my Juliet. Lol, it's a game. Merilyn's Ron was kinda cute. Hahahh, his real name is Arthur (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did improvisation, games &amp;amp; performed! When Kester was on the floor, he told the audience that we screwed up! Eeeyerrr... Hahahh. &amp;amp; I kept singing to Chaitali. "One, you're like a dream come true. Two, just wanna be with you. Three, girl it's plain to see that you're the only one for me. Four, repeat steps one to three. Five, make you fall in love with me. If ever I believe my work is done, then I'll start back at one." I think she was kind of freaked out o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE MIMED A POP-UP TOASTER &amp;amp; WE ALL THOUGHT THAT IT WAS A BURGER! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan was caught in a lie when we were in Macs. He told Wanda he had no CCA but then Weng Fong told me that Brendan's in BAND! Hahh! Liar -.-" He was really quiet the rest of the night. Hmmmm. His face was very bu shuang. But aiyah, he will become okay one! Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked at Macs &amp;amp; Mer finally showed me the picture! Wow, when he young he so act cute :/ &amp;amp; when grow up... Heeee. Okay lah, bu cuo bu cuo. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; KESTER AND CHARM BROKE UP! Walao eh, he told me that they weren't together &amp;amp; then... THEY GOT TOGETHER &amp;amp; BROKE UP IN LIKE, 2 WEEKS?! What an ass. So I poked him &amp;amp; the idiot poked me back the whole night &amp;amp; it was super easy for him to poke 'cause I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF HIM, the meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of meanie, LARRY THE LAMETARD IS VERY MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS A LAMETARD MEANIE! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kester left his spectacles in Studio 5. &amp;amp; Min Yen's Phantom of the Opera mask is with Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got a PSP yesterday. I am very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was frustrating at first. ):&lt;br /&gt;But then it got fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I saw Mr Angkj. I was paired with Cass, my lovelylovely junior who was so understanding! Hahahh, we were bouncing the vball to each other &amp;amp; then we slowly turned so that I was facing him! :/ IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T PLAN IT! Hahahh, who will believe me though :/  But it was fun! &amp;amp; later I saw him again. His chinese is damn pro. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MR LEE LIS KING! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You don't even know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you really want me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then give me some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't go there, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not before I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't say your heart's in a hurry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not like we're gonna get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Give me, give me some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2312582379340351671?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2312582379340351671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2312582379340351671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2312582379340351671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2312582379340351671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-gonna-be-you.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be you.'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8978969669902217397</id><published>2007-11-15T08:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:07:05.974Z</updated><title type='text'>defeated</title><content type='html'>yeah thats what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defeated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8978969669902217397?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8978969669902217397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8978969669902217397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8978969669902217397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8978969669902217397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/defeated.html' title='defeated'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5168960086866763339</id><published>2007-11-15T06:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:46:44.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel like killing someone.</title><content type='html'>UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! D:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; don't tell me that I should chill or that I don't have a right to feel angry/sad/frustrated. I will kill you. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't go to the chalet today 'cause I got drunk yesterday and even though I promised I wouldn't drink again, my parents won't let me go and even threatened stuff! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm scared that I won't get the stream that I want! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE DAMNED PLAY. I TELL YOU I GIVE UP! IT WAS THOUGHT UP BY ME, MIN YEN &amp;amp; KESTER! I DON'T THINK THAT IT'S FAIR THAT MARCUS &amp;amp; MERILYN WHO DIDN'T DO ANYTHING (oh, wait, they did. THEY PLAYED WITH MY IPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) GET LIKE, THE MAJOR PARTS AND DON'T DIE AND THEY ARE TRYING TO CHANGE THE STORYLINE. AND I SENT THE SCRIPT TO MIN YEN AND SHE SAID SHE'D COMPLETE IT BUT SHE DIDN'T! IT WAS ONE OF THE THINGS THAT I WAS LOOKING SO MUCH FORWARD TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO F-ED UP, OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVEN YALE SAYS IT'S UNFAIR! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's playing with me again! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. May not be able to go to Mer's BBQ and or Jolene's chalet! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I AM STILL A CAPO IN FIGHTERS' CLUB! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I HAVE A COALS MEETING TOMORROW! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. MY THROWS SUCKED TODAY 'CAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Everyone's at the chalet but me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I JUST FEEL SO MESSED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, this happens about ONCE EVERY MONTH! THIS SHOWS THAT I AM MESSED UP, NO? OR ELSE THAT I AM IN A MESSED UP SURROUNDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week (ever since I came back from Ipoh) has been just disappointment after disappointment &amp;amp; so, I feel so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WANT TO MESS ME UP?!?!?! I DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like destroying something. But obviously not my life, I think everyone has done that pretty nicely. THANKYOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I think suicide is stupid/idiotic/foolish/etc, remember? BUT I STILL FEEL SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fghjdfdgsfhjkesgfhaejsfkkjd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5168960086866763339?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5168960086866763339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5168960086866763339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5168960086866763339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5168960086866763339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/feel-like-killing-someone.html' title='Feel like killing someone.'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-8714542756539181191</id><published>2007-11-13T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:55:43.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Rawr.&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;I feel so uneasy about training now. &lt;em&gt;Especially after today&lt;/em&gt;. I haven't given up, I doubt that I ever will. BUT EVERYTHING SEEMS SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not like I missed those trainings on purpose. I feel so _________________________. Like, sheesh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the passion's gone away. IT. HAS. NOT. I don't think it will ever. But there is that possibility. JUST NOT IN THE NEAR FUTURE 'CAUSE I LOVE WHAT I DO. I just... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hate it when people PURPOSELY come &amp;amp; ci ji me! Walao. I mean, maybe Yale didn't mean it that way... But after I got scolded for missing so many training, she still come and tell me that she very long never see me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Seem didn't even comment on my throws. ): I kept praying that he'd comment but at the same time I was glad he didn't 'cause he'd probably say something like, "YOU FORGET ALL YOUR BASICS! GO HOLIDAY LAH!" Argh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, he did say my run-up was okay. &amp;amp; I thank the gods that my run-up didn't deprove or I would've buried my head in the mud. (No lah, so dirty, but you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg drills were okay too. He made us do with the javelin which was a nice change. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about Austria already &amp;amp; also that I'll make up training with the Jumpers. Which I am not looking forward too 'cause they're super pro &amp;amp; I'd look like a bumbling idiot next to them. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the cards for all the sec4s &amp;amp; I'm really really sad that they'll have to leeeeeeeeeeeeeave. ): I don't know, really. Felicia they all coming over tomorrow to do the dolls! Then we'll go to the chalet together...! Together... Together... In case you can't tell, that's an echo. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Rui &amp;amp; Amanda came over today &amp;amp; we planned reunion. It's mostly done. Now we gotta decide the place &amp;amp; invite people. Yeahh, man! :D They very what leh, Rui Rui have to go to &lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD'S&lt;/strong&gt; Ngee Ann Poly thingy so she said she come at 6. THEN SHE TELL AMANDA TO ALSO COME AT 6 BUT BOTH NEVER TELL ME SO I WAITED LIKE AN IDIOT. That was why I was so cheesed off, btway. But then &lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD&lt;/strong&gt; came and said sorry and don't know what &amp;amp; I can be cheesed off with Rui Rui but not in front of her family members. Even &lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD&lt;/strong&gt;. Heeee. &lt;strong&gt;*badmouth LARRY THE LAMETARD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD&lt;/strong&gt; reminds me of PETER! Hahahahh! &amp;amp; Lawrence... &amp;amp; Margaret! &amp;amp; that in turn reminds me of the LALLANG! Ohmygods, &lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD&lt;/strong&gt; indirectly reminds me of my Lallang! ): I shall tell you guys the story of the Lallang! One day... Hahahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Rui has this crazy notion that I'll fall in love with &lt;strong&gt;LARRY THE LAMETARD&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; he'll fall for me &amp;amp; we'll all live happily ever after. No shit. I told her no way. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left late &amp;amp; Amanda was complaining about her imaginery fats &amp;amp; Rui Rui was being all lesbian. E&lt;em&gt;VEN AMANDA IS CONVINCED THAT RUI RUI IS A LESBIAN!&lt;/em&gt; SHE SAID I WAS CUTE! HAH! Uhh, but that doesn't count, technically, 'CAUSE I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; CUTE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Rui left first and then Amanda and I finished up &amp;amp; she went home &lt;strong&gt;IN THE DARK&lt;/strong&gt; (with street lamps she says, but it's still IN THE DARK!!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN RUI RUI CALL ME AND WE TALK LIKE, 5 SECONDS? THEN WE BOTH HAVE TO GO ... Uhhhh, to the uhhhhh, toilet to uhhhhh, do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeeeee. (: Friday after chalet there is Gryphon meeting &amp;amp; at night is the performance! &amp;amp; thennnnnnnnnnn, Saturday is my brother's birthday! &amp;amp; Sunday is Mer's BBQ &amp;amp; Monday is Jolene's birthday chalet. (: YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this post sound cute? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw boyf today. &lt;3 Am really happy, hahahh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I go so dishonestly, leave a note for you, my only one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-8714542756539181191?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8714542756539181191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=8714542756539181191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8714542756539181191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/8714542756539181191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/rawr.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-9055293317561763998</id><published>2007-11-13T07:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:49:01.943Z</updated><title type='text'>F-ed up</title><content type='html'>I got back from Ipoh yesterday &amp;amp; I don't feel like posting about it. Don't get me wrong, it was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM JUST SO CHEESED OFF RIGHT NOW! RAWR! SICK AND TIRED OF BEING THE ONE WHO GETS ALL THE CRAP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running away and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-9055293317561763998?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9055293317561763998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=9055293317561763998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9055293317561763998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9055293317561763998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/f-ed-up.html' title='F-ed up'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7853620493447291656</id><published>2007-11-09T03:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:15:35.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaving again.</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings about Ipoh :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see my relatives again! :D  Especially the cousins, Olivia, PETER THE GROOM &amp;amp; Lawrence. &amp;amp; I think this time, Margaret's coming tooooooooo! (:  &amp;amp; SW and XH definitely gonna be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't want to leave Singapore again. In a way lah. I don't want to leave now 'cause today they had auditions for COALs campfire &amp;amp; I wasn't there. I feel like an idiot. D:  &amp;amp; then, tonight is the last night to get everything ready for the JG performance. ):  &amp;amp; I don't want to leave my friends, &amp;amp; the boyfriend (WHO SEEMS TO HAVE GONE MIA, BUT I SHALL FORGIVE THE DEARY THINGY, 'CAUSE I'LL SEE BOYF AT JOLENE'S CHALET. I WILL RIGHT?!?!?!?!??!?!), and... uhhh, someone else too. (No, boyf, no one you need to worry about. :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling a bit cheesed off at Diondra. Make that REALLY cheesed off! D:&lt; Whatever, nowadays it's like, I only like SARAH TAN SIYIN! o.O That's a bad thing, BTWay. Kidding, Siyin, kidding! (;  But yeahh. I feel closer to my JG friends than any other. Then the throws bunch &amp;amp; then 2C &amp;amp; the last are the best friends who promised to forever stay in touch. But... I feel so cheesed off nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Flight Out by Plus One rocks.&lt;br /&gt;"A life without you scares me more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLEMAPLEMAPLE!&lt;br /&gt;SO UNFAIR WE CAN'T BRING OUR LAPTOP TO MALAYSIA! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gino scared me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna change everything I feel, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7853620493447291656?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7853620493447291656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7853620493447291656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7853620493447291656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7853620493447291656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving again.'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6983776230815845989</id><published>2007-11-08T12:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:24:05.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck, Gryphon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO GRYPHON FOR TOMORROW'S AUDITIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We'll do well! Our dance was superb &amp;amp; we're a great team. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6983776230815845989?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6983776230815845989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6983776230815845989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6983776230815845989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6983776230815845989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-luck-to-gryphon-for-tomorrows.html' title='Good Luck, Gryphon!'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7325986432588331636</id><published>2007-11-08T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:17.214Z</updated><title type='text'>last batch of pics</title><content type='html'>The flight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzMAFU3PBZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BuhACcP9fAM/s1600-h/DSCN3325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130444492004853138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzMAFU3PBZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BuhACcP9fAM/s200/DSCN3325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Peng Lim's ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_-03PBYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L7LjzsXpL-U/s1600-h/DSCN3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130444380335703426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_-03PBYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L7LjzsXpL-U/s200/DSCN3336.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Linus doing?! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_yE3PBXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GcoTxn4gme4/s1600-h/DSCN3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130444161292371314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_yE3PBXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GcoTxn4gme4/s200/DSCN3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Uncle Peng Lim.&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE PENG LIM SLEEPING! HAHHAAHHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_lE3PBWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e57oecW66mc/s1600-h/DSCN3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130443937954071906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL_lE3PBWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e57oecW66mc/s200/DSCN3324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep after that. Then we used the computers in Kuching for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;On the flight back to Sweet Sweet Singapore, I sleptttttttttttttttttt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow for Ipoh for Peter's actual wedding. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7325986432588331636?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7325986432588331636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7325986432588331636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7325986432588331636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7325986432588331636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/flight-back.html' title='last batch of pics'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzMAFU3PBZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BuhACcP9fAM/s72-c/DSCN3325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3697414010447574066</id><published>2007-11-08T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:24.714Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd batch of pics</title><content type='html'>The view from upstairs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0A03PBHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YSreQX3AX2A/s1600-h/DSCN3228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130431220555908210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0A03PBHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YSreQX3AX2A/s200/DSCN3228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzzk3PBGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sNweFZzw9vg/s1600-h/DSCN3227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130430992922641506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzzk3PBGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sNweFZzw9vg/s200/DSCN3227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping! Or rather, waiting for the bus. Bea, this is for you. Enjoy! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take it with you in mind, but I posted it up with you in mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzE03PBCI/AAAAAAAAALw/ElPS29m2tM8/s1600-h/DSCN3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130430189763757090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzE03PBCI/AAAAAAAAALw/ElPS29m2tM8/s200/DSCN3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to spoil the picture... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, now the world can see his "sleeping" face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLy0E3PBBI/AAAAAAAAALo/uyKlhuNUNS4/s1600-h/DSCN3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130429902000948242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLy0E3PBBI/AAAAAAAAALo/uyKlhuNUNS4/s200/DSCN3200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for the Big Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was jut being a cam you know what :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzXk3PBDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GzeK7sOw5WY/s1600-h/DSCN3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130430511886304306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzXk3PBDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GzeK7sOw5WY/s200/DSCN3217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzfk3PBEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AdyCEOzuITY/s1600-h/DSCN3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130430649325257794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzfk3PBEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AdyCEOzuITY/s200/DSCN3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL1UE3PBMI/AAAAAAAAANA/6nMKikrBWmk/s1600-h/DSCN3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130432650780017858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL1UE3PBMI/AAAAAAAAANA/6nMKikrBWmk/s200/DSCN3255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL1ik3PBNI/AAAAAAAAANI/3WODMaCoXdA/s1600-h/DSCN3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130432899888121042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL1ik3PBNI/AAAAAAAAANI/3WODMaCoXdA/s200/DSCN3262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7aE3PBPI/AAAAAAAAANY/MiYCmNqGWB4/s1600-h/DSCN3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130439350928999666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7aE3PBPI/AAAAAAAAANY/MiYCmNqGWB4/s200/DSCN3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our table. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0003PBKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/aDfO9uvWD1s/s1600-h/DSCN3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130432113909105826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0003PBKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/aDfO9uvWD1s/s200/DSCN3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our table. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0903PBLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YApM7RlZV6Y/s1600-h/DSCN3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130432268527928498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0903PBLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YApM7RlZV6Y/s200/DSCN3253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu is on the other side. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7R03PBOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x3MC27aq93I/s1600-h/DSCN3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130439209195078882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7R03PBOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x3MC27aq93I/s200/DSCN3263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL73U3PBSI/AAAAAAAAANw/5-8xjLsVb4c/s1600-h/DSCN3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130439853440173346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL73U3PBSI/AAAAAAAAANw/5-8xjLsVb4c/s200/DSCN3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Peng Lam SINGING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to sing YUE LIANG DAI BIAO WO DE XIN! But he said that that song was used to cheat girls 'cause the moon always changes! HUH! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLzfk3PBEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AdyCEOzuITY/s1600-h/DSCN3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL8dU3PBTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/c2Vo52gcLBY/s1600-h/DSCN3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130440506275202354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL8dU3PBTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/c2Vo52gcLBY/s200/DSCN3300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride &amp;amp; the groom. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7uU3PBRI/AAAAAAAAANo/nUfTn0AmSAs/s1600-h/DSCN3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130439698821350674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7uU3PBRI/AAAAAAAAANo/nUfTn0AmSAs/s200/DSCN3271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their table had a fountain in the middle! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7nE3PBQI/AAAAAAAAANg/s_rzTFD4FsY/s1600-h/DSCN3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130439574267299074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL7nE3PBQI/AAAAAAAAANg/s_rzTFD4FsY/s200/DSCN3265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAMILY PHOTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL81k3PBUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OfLvtEUmvxw/s1600-h/RSCN3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130440922887030082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL81k3PBUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OfLvtEUmvxw/s200/RSCN3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I missed you while I was there. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0lU3PBJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S2tQyoe-Phc/s1600-h/DSCN3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130431847621133458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0lU3PBJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S2tQyoe-Phc/s200/DSCN3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm saving all my love for you &lt;3 href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL-9U3PBVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/grPJvcNQbUc/s1600-h/DSCN3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130443255054271826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL-9U3PBVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/grPJvcNQbUc/s200/DSCN3235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3697414010447574066?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3697414010447574066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3697414010447574066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3697414010447574066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3697414010447574066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/view-from-upstairs.html' title='3rd batch of pics'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzL0A03PBHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YSreQX3AX2A/s72-c/DSCN3228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-956353135112455684</id><published>2007-11-08T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:27.761Z</updated><title type='text'>2nd batch of pics</title><content type='html'>Second bunch of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel is damn zai! In Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Pacific Sutera Harbour Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLtiU3PAzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kjRwZGfoS6g/s1600-h/DSCN3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130424099500131122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLtiU3PAzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kjRwZGfoS6g/s200/DSCN3171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the lights can be said to be zai. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLttE3PA0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/MSfkXP7opec/s1600-h/DSCN3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130424284183724866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLttE3PA0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/MSfkXP7opec/s200/DSCN3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLt103PA1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/LNxgfr6xkA4/s1600-h/DSCN3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130424434507580242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLt103PA1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/LNxgfr6xkA4/s200/DSCN3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room me &amp;amp; Linus shared. 826.&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to spoil the picture -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLuP03PA2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/F4vXawC7DCU/s1600-h/DSCN3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130424881184179042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLuP03PA2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/F4vXawC7DCU/s200/DSCN3182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, YOU SEE THE TOILET?!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaah, peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLub03PA3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Li9xexgY8kc/s1600-h/DSCN3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425087342609266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLub03PA3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Li9xexgY8kc/s200/DSCN3183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from upstairs to the 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLumE3PA4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uhJswaheHW4/s1600-h/DSCN3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425263436268418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLumE3PA4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uhJswaheHW4/s200/DSCN3185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is crazy sexy cool. &lt;3 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLuw03PA5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/IxW-b7rpfeE/s1600-h/DSCN3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425448119862162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLuw03PA5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/IxW-b7rpfeE/s200/DSCN3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky colour! So pretty! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLu603PA6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/B3Ff2GM0q_I/s1600-h/DSCN3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425619918554018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLu603PA6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/B3Ff2GM0q_I/s200/DSCN3188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;My Hokkien Prawn Mee! Even mom said it was shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvFE3PA7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/s2VFTL3W7cU/s1600-h/DSCN3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425796012213170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvFE3PA7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/s2VFTL3W7cU/s200/DSCN3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabs. ):&lt;br /&gt;Soft shelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvM03PA8I/AAAAAAAAALA/tOO4dXXioEU/s1600-h/DSCN3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130425929156199362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvM03PA8I/AAAAAAAAALA/tOO4dXXioEU/s200/DSCN3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Linus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvWE3PA9I/AAAAAAAAALI/JVq5oTasCBY/s1600-h/DSCN3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130426088069989330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvWE3PA9I/AAAAAAAAALI/JVq5oTasCBY/s200/DSCN3192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Uncle Peng Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvb03PA-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KhtvBtW8mrQ/s1600-h/DSCN3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130426186854237154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvb03PA-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KhtvBtW8mrQ/s200/DSCN3194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Peng Wah &amp;amp; Ah Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvuE3PA_I/AAAAAAAAALY/CRTeEoyjxQY/s1600-h/DSCN3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130426500386849778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLvuE3PA_I/AAAAAAAAALY/CRTeEoyjxQY/s200/DSCN3195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Peng Lam &amp;amp; Auntie Jacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLv-03PBAI/AAAAAAAAALg/X2gG3wWBzww/s1600-h/DSCN3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130426788149658626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLv-03PBAI/AAAAAAAAALg/X2gG3wWBzww/s200/DSCN3196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first night we were there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah is great!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A life without you scares me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-956353135112455684?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/956353135112455684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=956353135112455684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/956353135112455684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/956353135112455684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/second-bunch-of-photos.html' title='2nd batch of pics'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzLtiU3PAzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kjRwZGfoS6g/s72-c/DSCN3171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3969953795248741152</id><published>2007-11-07T07:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:06:51.263Z</updated><title type='text'>I lost my cat ):</title><content type='html'>Yup, she's gone. Meow Meow is gone. &amp;amp; I really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day we got her. We were watching Starship Troopers or something. &amp;amp; it was kind of violent. After the show, we went up to sleep. (I shared a room with my maid.) &amp;amp; suddenly we heard this meow-ing &amp;amp; we got kind of scared. ('Cause of the show.) We switched on the light &amp;amp; there she was. She was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came and got her by the neck and put her outside but she wouldn't leave. So we fed her some food. &amp;amp; she still wouldn't leave. My dad carried her (by the scruff of the neck) again. Me and my brother thought that should hurt a lot &amp;amp; we cried &amp;amp; asked to keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was with us for more than 6 years. &amp;amp; now she's gone. &amp;amp; I miss her. ):  She disappeared on Monday afternoon. When we got back on Tuesday, our maids didn't say anything. When we had dinner, my mom asked me if I'd seen the cats. So I said no. &amp;amp; after dinner, I went to check &amp;amp; only then did my maids tell me than Meow Meow was gone. Sh-t. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of suspect the neighbours 'cause they've got cat traps in their house. I really really hope they didn't catch her and kill her or bring her away to some far away place where she can't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's alive &amp;amp; happy where she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says that someone once told her that a good cat doesn't die in front of her owners. I really hope that if she did die, that she died of old age &amp;amp; not at some cruel &amp;amp; idiotic person's hands. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, miss you, miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3969953795248741152?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3969953795248741152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3969953795248741152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3969953795248741152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3969953795248741152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-lost-my-cat.html' title='I lost my cat ):'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5228595512461755618</id><published>2007-11-06T06:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:33.665Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you guys missed me. So I have bad new for you... I'm leaving again on Friday. It's sad but it has to be done. 'Cause it's Peter's real wedding :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is called Jane. So, it's Peter &amp;amp; Jane. I immediately thought of Peter Parker &amp;amp; Mary-Jane Watson from Spiderman! But Ah-mm/Ah gor told me it's a children story? :/  Nevermind. The wedding was superb! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of Changi Airport. I feel so lazy. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I lost the post just now lor! Better post some first. Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAMuZOQIEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5nVI8_Yp2SI/s1600-h/DSCN3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129613966759174210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAMuZOQIEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5nVI8_Yp2SI/s200/DSCN3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long road ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129614099903160402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAM2JOQIFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tMnqIPy9xE0/s200/DSCN3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh? Finish already. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to DBS Treasures to chill for a while. That place is shiok! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANhpOQIII/AAAAAAAAAG0/dHDhlAAe7Xk/s1600-h/DSCN3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129614847227469954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANhpOQIII/AAAAAAAAAG0/dHDhlAAe7Xk/s200/DSCN3130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice, see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANrJOQIJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/objJWtSRtQk/s1600-h/DSCN3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615010436227218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANrJOQIJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/objJWtSRtQk/s200/DSCN3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAN0JOQIKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5kHqiDaaDig/s1600-h/DSCN3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615165055049890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAN0JOQIKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5kHqiDaaDig/s200/DSCN3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAN6pOQILI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z8ynUA9YRa4/s1600-h/DSCN3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129615276724199602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAN6pOQILI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z8ynUA9YRa4/s200/DSCN3132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used this phone to call Hoi Yan! Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even their toilets are damn zai can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAU65OQIXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MXFarWexaEo/s1600-h/DSCN3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129622977600561522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAU65OQIXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MXFarWexaEo/s200/DSCN3122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE?! One cubicle is like this! So clean! I adore clean toilets! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAVXJOQIYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VEH95dtIk0A/s1600-h/DSCN3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129623462931865986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAVXJOQIYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VEH95dtIk0A/s200/DSCN3123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink. Marvy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAUrZOQIVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_kIeUjc4L-I/s1600-h/DSCN3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129622711312589138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAUrZOQIVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_kIeUjc4L-I/s200/DSCN3125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfume, manxzxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAW0pOQIcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aFfEqF5_9ww/s1600-h/DSCN3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129625069249634754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAW0pOQIcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aFfEqF5_9ww/s200/DSCN3134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from the top of the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's the top of the escalator... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAWipOQIaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q0PSr-7ZnLM/s1600-h/DSCN3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129624760011989410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAWipOQIaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q0PSr-7ZnLM/s200/DSCN3135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, no more top. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAWtZOQIbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KQvVhI6pdG8/s1600-h/DSCN3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129624944695583154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAWtZOQIbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KQvVhI6pdG8/s200/DSCN3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take you to the candy shop. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANCZOQIGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KLCGS7_V4CY/s1600-h/DSCN3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129614310356557922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzANCZOQIGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KLCGS7_V4CY/s200/DSCN3162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On cloud nine! Or ten... Or, whatever! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First post since I got back. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5228595512461755618?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5228595512461755618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5228595512461755618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5228595512461755618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5228595512461755618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaack'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RzAMuZOQIEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5nVI8_Yp2SI/s72-c/DSCN3152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-530158105913728741</id><published>2007-11-03T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:29:39.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Smart people</title><content type='html'>Smart people don't take their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is not the last post for like, the next 3 days. But, it probably is. I just hope not. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-530158105913728741?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/530158105913728741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=530158105913728741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/530158105913728741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/530158105913728741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/smart-people.html' title='Smart people'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-4736336539658499151</id><published>2007-11-03T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:15:39.940Z</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me.</title><content type='html'>I just read Geraldine &amp;amp; her friend's blog. &amp;amp; I feel that her friend is right. Really really right. Please, Geraldine, if you're reading this, don't hurt yourself anymore. Everyday that you stay with him, you're hurting yourself. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this just in. Man Utd and Arsenal TIED. 2-2. -.-" Why is everyone tying? Is damn lame lor. Sigh. I'm gonna try and find out who scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first... DRAGON BOATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I woke up today feeling groggy like anything! Went out for breakfast, came back, packed for wedding. So I had to try on all sorts of dresses. -.- After which, I fell asleep for like, half an hour &amp;amp; then got ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to HLM to buy whistle and it's off to Pasir Ris MRT! ;D  Most of them were there already... So we waited for the rest. Who all turned up PUNCTUALLY. Except for Tricia. Walao, this Tricia, we call her, she's at Tampines. Wait for like, 30 minutes, and she's still at Tampines. Ask her what she's doing? Having lunch with her guy friends. -.-" Oh please. But she did turn up. In time for the bus.  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there and had briefing and then off to the water we go! Took confidence test with PFD. Hahahh, so fun! We had to lie in the water. Interlocking our hands. Hahahh. The water was quite cold. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I SAW MY HERO. I MET MY HANDSOME DASHING CHARMING HERO! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he didn't take us. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Wayne instead! :D He's fun! We row row row row row. Which was quite taxing on my left hand ): I don't know why. Even when we switched, my left hand still hurt. &amp;amp; THE FIRST 3 ROWS DIDN'T SYNCHRO WITH US! To make things worse, me &amp;amp; Amanda's row was like the one in between the two different rhythms! And, Anna can't row! She kept splashing me! ):  Not Shuyi even though Shuyi was between us! What the. I kept spitting out the seawater. D: That can't be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored so we went and capsized the boat! Hahahh, it was... SUPER EASY. But then we couldn't get it back the right way up. ):  It kept filling with water &amp;amp; I think Wayne got very irritated with us. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the other external instructors helped us! Hahahh. YES, MY HERO WAS ONE OF THEM! I super a lot love him lah! Hahaha. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We helped pull the boats back in. AND THEY LET THE BOAT REST ON MY TOE! THE AGONY! Then when they realised, they lifted it again. And the without warning, let it go and my fingers were underneath the 280kg boat -.- So I made a fuss again and my fingers were freed. AND MY HERO CAME OVER AND ASKED ME HOW I WAS! OMG, his voice is sexaye! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep my eyes off of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bathed. Me and Grace wore swimming costumes and since all 30 of us had like, 15 minutes to bathe, we shared a cubicle AND DIDN'T USE SHAMPOO, etc. UNLIKE TRICIA AND ALYNNA WHO TOOK SO DARN LONG INSIDE 'CAUSE THEY SHAMPOOED! THEN THEY DARE TO TELL US THAT WE VERY DIRTY! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBRIEF! Was kind of boring... Then we went on home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think my family stuffed themselves with food 'cause when I came home, they fed me with so many different stuffs. From regukar dinner to chicken pot pie to cake! Walao, feel so full. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying off tomorrow! Sigh, stupid Chan Brothers. Now SW can't come with us. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this just in! Apparently the Man Utd / Arsenal match was a close one. &amp;amp; I went and checked: Liverpool ain't doing so hot. Must be 'cause Torres is injured. Am not sure, have to ask boyfriend. &lt;3 Who is currently pissed 'cause I can't stop talking about my hero. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't tell you who scored 'cause the commentary sucks. I didn't watch the match, btway. I'm only interested in Liverpool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you more &amp;amp; never less,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-4736336539658499151?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4736336539658499151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=4736336539658499151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4736336539658499151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/4736336539658499151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me.'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1087206763786442470</id><published>2007-11-03T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:03:01.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleeeeeeepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MY HERO &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was dragonboating. &amp;amp; boy, am I tired! I feel like sleeping right here in front of them computer. But, no! Must resist! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook-ing like crazy nowww :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the Man Utd vs Arsenal. I don't care who wins. Just as long as VP stays down! &amp;amp; Liverpool beats whoever wins! Hahahahhaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough already. When I'm less tired, I blog about Dragonboating &amp;amp; hero. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1087206763786442470?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1087206763786442470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1087206763786442470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1087206763786442470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1087206763786442470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleeeeeeepy.html' title='Sleeeeeeepy'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5474718331682580996</id><published>2007-11-02T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:30:59.451Z</updated><title type='text'>SECONDARY ONE</title><content type='html'>I am now talking to a bunch of secondary one guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?! Where are all the sexy upper secondary/JC guys?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like complaining. Hahahh, secondary one guys can be lame lame lame. Or they can be fun fun fun. Except now they're being lame. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5474718331682580996?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5474718331682580996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5474718331682580996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5474718331682580996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5474718331682580996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/secondary-one.html' title='SECONDARY ONE'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-2798382382948989044</id><published>2007-11-02T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:09:06.424Z</updated><title type='text'>All About You</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my life's become pretty much all about him. It feels pathetic. -.-" Like when I'm pissed, I'll go listen to Maroon 5's Makes Me Wonder. Then I'll remember what he said about it. After I'm finished feeling pissed, I'll listen to a love song like... Backstreet Boy's What Makes You Different (Makes You Beautiful) &amp;amp; think of him again. ):  Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at JG. Nothing much really. Min Yen &amp;amp; Natania weren't there. &amp;amp; we're really behind on our play. Plus I won't be there next week. Ipoh is where I'll be. (You know, Ipoh looks likes iPod. Hahahh.) I have to finish scripting. D:  &amp;amp; the week I'll be back is the performance. NOT READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWay, addition to schedule... 14-16N, throws chalet. 18N, Mer's BBQ, 19N, Jolene's chalet. Sighh. ALL SAME PLACE, I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Mer insists. Maybe we'll get to meet CHARM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll finish up this post &amp;amp; YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-2798382382948989044?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2798382382948989044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=2798382382948989044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2798382382948989044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/2798382382948989044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-about-you.html' title='All About You'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3914519754830878637</id><published>2007-11-02T08:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:33.951Z</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of typing my password everytime I sign into Blogger! D:&lt; &lt;div&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xi Nan has deleted her Friendster &amp;amp; her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diondra is still nowhere to be seen online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda is still around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siyin is still quite busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to plan for the reunion. Will do with Amanda. Most reliable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so dragonboating tomorrow. I'm not going for training which is bad 'cause Mr Seem's already making comments. Sigh. It's not like I want to not go for training! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I'm gonna try to finish the damn script. I mean not damn. But... UGH, SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i have horrid eyebags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyrjnJOQIDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/otncOZW6Id4/s1600-h/My+eyebags+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128161387344830514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyrjnJOQIDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/otncOZW6Id4/s200/My+eyebags+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold the terrible sight! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrible right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind. Shall go back and start reading my 13 books! I am such a nerd. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3914519754830878637?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3914519754830878637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3914519754830878637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3914519754830878637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3914519754830878637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-tired-of-typing-my-password.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyrjnJOQIDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/otncOZW6Id4/s72-c/My+eyebags+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3744579002901019721</id><published>2007-11-01T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:31:11.382Z</updated><title type='text'>When you...</title><content type='html'>Hahahh, I know, I know. I'm back again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion's It's All Coming Back To Me Now reminds me of him. I really really miss him until... Until I feel as if he's always with me. Yet, he's not. Like a phantom limb. :/ Okay, now you think I'm crazy. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having mass convo on MSN. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics for the song. It rocks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were nights when the wind was so cold&lt;br /&gt;That my body froze in bed&lt;br /&gt;If I just listened to it&lt;br /&gt;Right outside the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days when the sun was so cruel&lt;br /&gt;That all the tears turned to dust&lt;br /&gt;And I just knew my eyes were&lt;br /&gt;Drying up forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished crying in the instant that you left&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember where or when or how&lt;br /&gt;And I banished every memory you and I had ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;I just have to admit&lt;br /&gt;That it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When I touch you like this&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you like that&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe but&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold&lt;br /&gt;And there were flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things I'd never do again&lt;br /&gt;But then they'd always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It was more than any laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I kiss you like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you whisper like that&lt;br /&gt;It was lost long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you need me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was dead long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;And it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were those empty threats and hollow lies&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you tried to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were hours that just went on for days&lt;br /&gt;When alone at last we'd count up all the chances&lt;br /&gt;That were lost to us forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were history with the slamming of the door&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself so strong again somehow&lt;br /&gt;And I never wasted any of my time on you since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I touch you like this&lt;br /&gt;And if you kiss me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And if I kiss you like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of gold&lt;br /&gt;And there were flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;There were things we'd never do again&lt;br /&gt;But then they'd always seemed right&lt;br /&gt;There were nights of endless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It was more than all your laws allow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;br /&gt;Then we see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgive me all this&lt;br /&gt;If I forgive you all that&lt;br /&gt;We forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;And it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;br /&gt;We just see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And when you kiss me like this&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And when i touch you like that&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;If you do it like this&lt;br /&gt;(It's all coming back to me now)&lt;br /&gt;And if we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallyreally miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3744579002901019721?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3744579002901019721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3744579002901019721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3744579002901019721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3744579002901019721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-you.html' title='When you...'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6647445202862990770</id><published>2007-11-01T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:27:33.017Z</updated><title type='text'>120%</title><content type='html'>I was watching Morning Call K One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Zhe was waking them up for the 2nd time &amp;amp; he wanted them, for some warped reason, to say sorry to him. LOL. So he was like, "我要听K One跟我say SORRY!" Super lame, man, he. Hahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this spy in the house already. So the spy opened the door for him &amp;amp; he snuck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found JR, KIDO, GINO, LIYANG, DARREN in that order. (I think.) But they woke JR up first. Then Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren was the funniest. He slept in a sleeping bag &amp;amp; wouldn't wake up. So MZ tugged the bag away! He woke up, pissed. Then he kept running away from them! OMG. Hahahah, then he got so tired of them that he went downstairs &amp;amp; slept in the lift! D:  In the end, it turned out that he went down and got water. (HE DIDN'T PAY!) HAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blah blah blah. Then GINO! Last. They tried to wake him up with smelly socks. BUT HE DIDN'T WAKE UP! He slept 120% 熟! :D Then they put their feet there &amp;amp; still didn't wake up. -.- THEY BULLY MY GINO!  Later Darren went to get his one-week-never-wash socks! Only THEN, did Gino wake up! Hahahhaa. He was like, so scared, he went to the other side of the couch away from the smelliness :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed you how they woke him up the last time. THEY PUT SOMETHING IN HIS PANTS! Oh, the outrage! ): They're simply too mean to my Gino. He should've punched their lights out! Hahahh, but my Gino is not violent. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the video was damn nice! &lt;3  MZ made them dance &amp;amp; they were all groggy :p In the end, they did say sorry to MZ. Hahahah, very reluctantly. (;  He made them repeat after him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna reply comments already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE K ONE. HAHAHAH. ESPECIALLY MY GINO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know what, the funny thing is that I like Gino 'cause of Kevin. INDIRECTLY! Hahahah, Beatrice made me realize this today. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;A bit lame lah, yes. But still :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6647445202862990770?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6647445202862990770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6647445202862990770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6647445202862990770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6647445202862990770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/11/120.html' title='120%'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3062200193653059633</id><published>2007-10-31T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:07:31.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel better</title><content type='html'>I feel better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN WATCHING K ONE ON YOUTUBE &amp;amp; GINO CAI SHANG FU IS HOT HOT HOT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I hate that emo-crap thing. I'll just distance myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wondering when he's gonna go offline. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; what's he doing online?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3062200193653059633?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3062200193653059633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3062200193653059633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3062200193653059633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3062200193653059633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-better.html' title='Feel better'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-9162276154652100996</id><published>2007-10-31T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:43:19.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly</title><content type='html'>Because right now I have no one I would like to approach for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Siyin 'cause she's out trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;Not Diondra 'cause of the distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;Not Amanda 'cause she and I don't that kind of emotional rapport.&lt;br /&gt;Not Xinan 'cause she's now a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Genevieve 'cause I just flamed her. (Not that she'd blame me, but I'd feel horrid.)&lt;br /&gt;Not Mi Li 'cause I never really feel comforted by her.&lt;br /&gt;Not Amanda 'cause she sucks at comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Merilyn 'cause she's always jamming.&lt;br /&gt;Not Kester 'cause his parents are...&lt;br /&gt;Not Brendan 'cause he's lame.&lt;br /&gt;Not Wanda 'cause she makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Natasha 'cause she never really knows what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not Bjorn 'cause he's a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Not Gino 'cause he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my mom 'cause she's the cause.&lt;br /&gt;Not my brother 'cause I don't like him right now.&lt;br /&gt;Not my dad 'cause he's in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Jedidah 'cause I don't really know how to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Not Beatrice 'cause she'll just make me dislike them more.&lt;br /&gt;Not Yale 'cause her family sounds perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Not Felicia 'cause she and I aren't that... y'know.&lt;br /&gt;Not Huda 'cause she's got problems of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my pillow, my bolster, and I, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts when I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-9162276154652100996?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9162276154652100996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=9162276154652100996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9162276154652100996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/9162276154652100996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-6783430474091806258</id><published>2007-10-31T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:27:50.965Z</updated><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the most miserable days in my life. I feel so sad. I feel so angry. I feel so unloved. But I don't want to be those emo-crap girls &amp;amp; get all suicidal. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I'll write it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last night. My mom told me how my brother nearly caused an accident. I would have become and orphan. My brother saw an ant on my mom &amp;amp; pointed it out but wouldn't kill it for her. It went down my mom's back &amp;amp; bit her. So my dad went to try and kill it for her. But he took his eyes off the road &amp;amp; nearly hit a van. Luckily, my mom noticed &amp;amp; warned him. So I didn't lose my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we went out for a movie. &amp;amp; somehow everything went down the drain. My brother was gonna buy a pair of earphones to replace the ones that he has now. &amp;amp; he purposely chose a $60 one 'cause well, I had to chip in to pay for it since they all believe I spoilt it. I, of course threw a fit 'cause suddenly, it wasn't just $15 but $30. So my mom got mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, I talked to her. Maybe I shouldn't have. 'Cause she said I was noisy. Then I told her, jokingly, that I was her daughter, her first child. WHICH I AM. And she asked me angrily if I was trying to get her to practise favouritism. I WAS NOT. I was confused so I asked her what she meant &amp;amp; she said that I said "first child" as if she should pay me more attention. I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY. &amp;amp; EVEN IF I DID, SHE COULD'VE CHOSEN NOT TO, RIGHT! IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN CONTRL HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a few deep breaths then went ahead of her. Then I turned back and said "go talk to your baby then." &amp;amp; she shouted at me in public. "LISA. DON'T MAKE ME SHOUT AT YOU IN PUBLIC!" SHE'S ALREADY SHOUTING RIGHT! Embarrassed, I said "are you going to just stand there or some in?" So she moved her ass in. I shoved my earphones into my ear &amp;amp; she told me to take them out. I DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always does that. When we argue, she forces me to be miserable by not allowing me to listen to music &amp;amp; be alone. I HATE IT. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ignored her. I still am. Ignoring her, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, when I switched on K One's Wei Ni Zai Huo Yi Tian, she switched it off &amp;amp; ask me to give her &amp;amp; Linus a break. WHAT THE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, SHE'S THE ONE WHO WAS ALL ANTI-FAVOURITISM. SO HOW COME EVEN THOUGH LINUS NEARLY COST HER HER LIFE &amp;amp; MY DAD'S, THEY COULD STILL LAUGH &amp;amp; TALK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, HOW COME NO MATTER WHAT I DO, EVEN IF IT'S JUST A CASUAL REMARK, SHE HAS TO FIND FAULT WITH ME? I DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T GET WHY I HAVE TO BE MISERABLE EVERYTIME SHE IS. Like when we're fighting, she'd make me sit with her in the front seat. WHEN I CLEARLY DO NOT WANT TO BE NEAR HER, MUCH LESS SIT NEXT TO HER. AND WHEN I'M UPSET WITH HER, SHE COMES TO ME AND INVADES MY SPACE. AND WHEN I DON'T WANT TO HEAR HER VOICE, SHE MAKES ME LISTEN TO IT. AND WHEN I LISTEN TO MUSIC, SHE TAKES IT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME LINUS GETS ALL THE LOVE &amp;amp; ATTENTION?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I'm crying as I'm typing this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how come now I wouldn't mind being an orphan as much as I did last night when I cried about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-6783430474091806258?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6783430474091806258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=6783430474091806258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6783430474091806258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/6783430474091806258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-5912149785604170404</id><published>2007-10-30T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:34.202Z</updated><title type='text'>GINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RycYaZOQICI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eDhKAsd0vGA/s1600-h/K+one+gino+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127093542510927906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RycYaZOQICI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eDhKAsd0vGA/s200/K+one+gino+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on Youtube today. Youtubing, duh. 'Cause my laptop has no songs in it. None, nada, zip. Actually, there is. But they're all the weird concertos. -.- So I always go to Youtube &amp;amp; search for songs to listen to. Plus, it's an excuse for going online. "But Mom! I need to listen to songs!!!" ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while we were training, Beatrice was telling me about K One's new album which is actually a compilation of their greatest hits. She offered to buy it for me. I have to pay her back, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, because of that, I went to go look for K One's Wei Ni Zai Huo Yi Tian. Everyone knows I love this song. (: ESPECIALLY the rapping part 'cause Gino does that &amp;amp; HE. IS. THE. SEX. Hot sweaty sex. Oops. Anyhoo, I fell in love with him ALL OVER AGAIN. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I still don't like JR 'cause he gets all the attention. "Oooh, I'm lead singer &amp;amp; I host a show!" Big deal. Liyang is going the same way. Stupid JR &amp;amp; Liyang. -.- Okay, fine. So Liyang's (kinda) cute. BUT STILL! Gino is so hot that he runs circles around Liyang! &amp;amp; DON'T GET ME STARTED ON JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go look up some of their other songs like, Bu Ming Bai &amp;amp; Bei Ying, Ru Guo Mei You Ming Tian &amp;amp; Yong Gan Qu Ai. Which all sound really good. The Yong Gan Qu Ai video is damn lame though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all superheroes &amp;amp; this supervillain comes &amp;amp; robs a shop. The K One people are all doing their own stuff. (Gino was cleaning a window. -.-" ) &amp;amp; they see this "signal" (I think so, 'cause they looked at the sky.) and rush to the "crime scene" and fight the bad guy with, get this, laser beams. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gino's hair is really short in the video. It's the hairstyle he had for the Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa show which was kind of boring, I watched like, 3 episodes? And gave up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I watched this show on Channel 56 and K One was gueststarring &amp;amp; they said that one look at Gino and you know he's the bad guy. HEY! CAN ANYONE HELP IT THAT BAD GUYS ARE SEXY &amp;amp; THAT GINO IS SEXY?! NO. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other videos are kind of meaningful. Oh, wait. Except the Wei Ni Zai Huo Yi Tian video 'cause there are like, weird bees? &amp;amp; they just dance. So, yeahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I still love Gino. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天有很多的花&lt;br /&gt;今天却只剩下记忆&lt;br /&gt;如果再也没有明天&lt;br /&gt;教我怎么办&lt;br /&gt;眼看花就要谢啦&lt;br /&gt;我相信你对我说在一起&lt;br /&gt;还有所有你说过的&lt;br /&gt;话是真的已经不重要&lt;br /&gt;没有你依靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不明白你听不懂&lt;br /&gt;你不想见我&lt;br /&gt;如果他真的爱你&lt;br /&gt;加油&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不想看我, 没关系&lt;br /&gt;他真的爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想你还是爱我&lt;br /&gt;只是无法属于我一个人&lt;br /&gt;如果玫瑰换了名字&lt;br /&gt;就香味不再&lt;br /&gt;有这爱如何能够到永久&lt;br /&gt;无所谓&lt;br /&gt;因为我知道他真的爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱你每一天&lt;br /&gt;感觉一天天有增无减&lt;br /&gt;每一个月我也是你的&lt;br /&gt;给了你我的心&lt;br /&gt;永不想你还给我&lt;br /&gt;因为那是属于你的&lt;br /&gt;ho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不明白&lt;br /&gt;你听不懂&lt;br /&gt;如果他真的爱你,请请加油&lt;br /&gt;请加油&lt;br /&gt;没关系都可以&lt;br /&gt;yeah……爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really really great. Kind of sad 'cause he's giving her up to another guy. But he says it's alright 'cause that guy really loves her. And he understands that she still loves him but she cannot belong to him. Heartbreak song. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto other stuffs, today's training was not fun. At the beginning and the middle, that is. Firstly, it was my first training back &amp;amp; he timed us two rounds. Sigh, I nearly died, can? Fine, I'm exaggerating, but whatever. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he scolded the javelin-ers stupid 'cause we didn't apply. I tell you, I don't know what he wants sometimes. Like, short plunging... Sometimes it's hold the javelin to the side but sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's throw it far, sometimes it's not. -.- Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least later it got more fun. (: I hate it when Mr Seem's moody. ): &amp;amp; I hate it when people call me stupid 'cause I'm not, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuffs, ummm, went home &amp;amp; dad went to the airport today. Off to Australia, he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then we rollerbladed. HAHAHAH, Joanne Lim's uncle lives in my uhh, estate? &amp;amp; her mom came over today &amp;amp; she looked darn familiar &amp;amp; I asked Linus if that was a Rosyth teacher &amp;amp; he went up to her &amp;amp; asked! &amp;amp; she said I looked familiar &amp;amp; if I knew a Joanne/Andrew Lim. I told her I knew a Joanne. But I wasn't sure about the surname. So, she asked what standard am I in now. &amp;amp; when I said sec2, she was like, oh yah, then you should know Joanne. Hahahaha, SO IT IS THE 608 JOANNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom asked who was that, me &amp;amp; my brother told her she was a random stranger. -.- Then I told her it was my ex-schoolmate's mom. &amp;amp; she was like, ohhh. Then she still looked very blur so I said, "Kevin's classmate lah." LOL, then she was like, "Oh, I'm sure it's so exciting." -.- Do you get it? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Joel again. I tell you, he is hot! I saw him from a distance then did an about-face. I am no good around cute guys. I'd get all tongue-tied. ): Even mom says that. -.- I am so transparent, thank you. Sigh. Joel is cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a movie tomorrow! YAY-ness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTWay, if you want to increase the size of the font, the shortcut on the keyboard is CTRL +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gino is the sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-5912149785604170404?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5912149785604170404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=5912149785604170404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5912149785604170404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/5912149785604170404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/gino.html' title='GINO'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RycYaZOQICI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eDhKAsd0vGA/s72-c/K+one+gino+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-582675369875825326</id><published>2007-10-29T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:34.911Z</updated><title type='text'>GENEVIEVE</title><content type='html'>I told Genevieve (a.k.a. GVV) that I'd blog about her &amp;amp; so I shall. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, why do I feel the need to blog about GVV?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she insists that she's right when she isn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN SHE ISN'T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it all started one fine day when we tagged each other's blogs. I tagged hers saying that someone was pretty. &amp;amp; she responded with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXE55OQH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Cja7uF9hkCk/s1600-h/genevieve+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126720249723363266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXE55OQH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Cja7uF9hkCk/s200/genevieve+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, she started it all by saying that I was a blur poot &amp;amp; that can't be nice, can it? Imagine someone calling you a poot. Doesn't that make you sound like a fart? &amp;amp; do you want to sound like a fart? Well, neither do I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, she said she was lame. I didn't say it. SHE said that SHE, ONG JIA MIN GENEVIEVE, was lame. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which I responded, rather civilised-ly, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa: Oh, GVV, I don't tell lies. So why should I say YOU are *choke* pretty? SHE'S MUCH PRETTIER THAN YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oookay, maybe I shouldn't have said she wasn't pretty. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then, she made a death threat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 Oct 07, 18:12genevieve//lisa: wth! i wanna slaughter u alrdy. wait till school reopens. i bet u wld not even survive the first hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was going to SLAUGHTER me! Sweet innocent MOI! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I coolly said that I'd take her up on that bet &amp;amp; yadda yadda yadda. She responded with more name calling. Which is, rather typical of her. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She called me "&lt;strong&gt;low class&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;silly dumb dumb head&lt;/strong&gt;" &amp;amp; said that I was spouting "&lt;strong&gt;bullshiit&lt;/strong&gt;". So I retaliated by saying that SHE was the low class one seeing as SHE was the one calling names, whereas I was being civilised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; she denied that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN THE FACE OF PROOF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that I kept smiling at her &amp;amp; wasn't that a sign of civilised-ness? &amp;amp; she said my smiles were fake! I was so offended! BUT, I, being magnanimous &amp;amp; all, didn't call her names. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now start on MY tagboard. Yes, all those comments &amp;amp; everything came from her tagboard. Check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.fractured-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fractured-memories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She should now thank me because I'm advertising her blog here! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXI7ZOQH-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jxewFqSL-CY/s1600-h/genevieve+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126724673539678178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXI7ZOQH-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jxewFqSL-CY/s200/genevieve+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you can't see, she tags telling (I shall not say begging. I shall be nice.) me to tag because her tagboard was being "&lt;em&gt;spammed&lt;/em&gt;" by "&lt;em&gt;QIEN&lt;/em&gt;" &amp;amp; that it was "&lt;em&gt;lame, man&lt;/em&gt;." I don't imagine Qi En would be very please with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called her lame. Maybe I shouldn't have? Because she responded by calling me "&lt;em&gt;dipshit&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said she was low-class. (Note: I used low class first. I should have copyright rights! &amp;amp; I can use it because she was calling me names. She couldn't 'cause well, she was calling me names.) &amp;amp; she called me a "&lt;strong&gt;poot&lt;/strong&gt;" &amp;amp; a "&lt;strong&gt;silly&lt;/strong&gt;" one at that! &amp;amp; then she called me a "&lt;strong&gt;silly billy goat&lt;/strong&gt;" &amp;amp; made yet another threat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXJ9pOQH_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y_AwAhOEZCk/s1600-h/Siyin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126725811706011634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXJ9pOQH_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y_AwAhOEZCk/s200/Siyin+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other people, namely Siyin, Samya, Min Yen &amp;amp; Hoi Yan, can be civilised. So, obviously the problem is with Genevieve, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genevieve then said that she pities my classmates (of the year 2008) &amp;amp; I told her that she was quite mistaken and that she probably envied them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's still calling me names. IN FACT, she told me that my name was Dipshit. To which I calmly replied that Lisa was my name. Oon Yi Teng Lisa was what I said. But she insisted, saying that I had amnesia &amp;amp; I'd forgotten that my name was Dipshit. Which is uhhh, rubbish. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called in some witnesses. Namely Hoi Yan &amp;amp; my brother. &amp;amp; they both said my name is Lisa. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXLI5OQIAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NBgVn9eaM_U/s1600-h/genevieve+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126727104491167746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXLI5OQIAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NBgVn9eaM_U/s200/genevieve+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case it's too small &amp;amp; you can't see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa: Hoi Yan, if you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoi Yan: HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoi Yan: just came back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa: I invite GVV here a while ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I then asked what was my name. I didn't even try to influence her by telling her to say Lisa. Whereas GVV did. But Hoi Yan told the truth. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GVV still didn't want to admit that my name was Lisa. So I invited my brother who SHOULD KNOW BETTER than a lot of people as he's lived with my for what, 13 years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, he said Lisa too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Genevieve is in denial. But it's okay. I shadn't hold it against her, shall I? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody else wants to step up to the witness stand? Remember that you have to take a oath first. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, any objections? Speak up now or forever hold your peace! Hahahahhahahhah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet GVV has objections.   ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave GVV some wise advice &amp;amp; that is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA; says:&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to fight the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which she complains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve says:&lt;br /&gt;lisa's picking on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ch'yeah right. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who's side are you on? The right side, I hope. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The right side = Lisa's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt from the best, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-582675369875825326?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/582675369875825326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=582675369875825326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/582675369875825326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/582675369875825326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/genevieve.html' title='GENEVIEVE'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrX8rBQi8E/RyXE55OQH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Cja7uF9hkCk/s72-c/genevieve+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7834111635516013137</id><published>2007-10-29T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:42:59.671Z</updated><title type='text'>A tie</title><content type='html'>Ohmygods lah! Liverpool &amp;amp; Arsenal TIED! That shouldn't have happened, can! Arsenal should have lost! LOST LOST LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know why I'm getting so uptight about this. Never used to care before! Hahahh. Must be boyfriend. -.-" I remember like, 1,2,3? weeks ago, I was telling Mom that they had a DISGUSTING name. Liverpool? Like, what? A pool of livers or something? Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they grew on me. Ahhh, wait. A good girl shouldn't lie. Fernando Torres grew on me. (:  He's a super hottie, that one.  (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I heard that he didn't perform. ):  This is baaaad. This is very baaaaaad. Just... Oh, about 1 month ago, they were praising him to the skies! WHAT HAPPENED?! D:  I feel so upset nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird. I, Oon Yi Teng Lisa, am actually supporting a soccer team?! &amp;amp; getting so upset over the outcome of a match? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Hoi Yan is saying that if Arsenal had lost, Manchester United would have a better chance of winning! WHAT RUBBISH! I bet if Liverpool had won, Man Utd would have LESS than if Arsenal had won! HUMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although WD does like Man Utd a whole lot. BUT STILL! That's not even close to making Man Utd likeable! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWay, Singapore made the 2nd qualifying round to the World Cup... Get this, BECAUSE THE OTHER TEAM DIDN'T SHOW UP. Omg, okay, this is like, so what lahhh! D:&lt;  Forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan's signing in &amp;amp; out and it's annoying me! Sigh. I can't wait for Friday. LOL. &amp;amp; then on Saturday, DRAGON BOATING. Yeahh, man, it sounds great, don't it? &amp;amp; on Sunday, off to Malaysia. I think Sabah. It could be Ipoh, though. Hmmm. &amp;amp; then I'll be back, like... 6th? &amp;amp; on the 9? Off to Malaysia again. Ipoh/Sabah. Which ever was not the first one. Hahahh. &amp;amp; I'll be back on the 11th? Then, chalet from 14th to 16th &amp;amp; again on the 19th! :D  On the 21st to the 23rd, COALs CAMP! (Also know which stream we gonna be in.) &amp;amp; on the night of 23rd to the 2? December, off to Austria. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW BUSY I AM?! Hahahh. Just one more week before everything starts happening. Like dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went to Dad's office again today. Did English for an hour &amp;amp; then watched The Shaggy Dog. After that, washed cups. I WANT MY $5! &amp;amp; then off to lunch at that shop. Ummm, don't know what shop lah! Hahahh. It's at Geylang. Anyhoo, then was feeling immensely horrid 'cause of... Girl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home &amp;amp; washed up &amp;amp; lay in bed for darn long reading The Truth. Which is horribly complicated &amp;amp; a bit... Hmmmm. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out off bed for some Mathematics &amp;amp; now here I am! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster&amp;amp;Facebook are getting boring. But I'm not gonna abandon my accounts 'cause I hate abandoning accounts. Does that make sense? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hooked on Light Up The Sky. Big surprise. Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7834111635516013137?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7834111635516013137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7834111635516013137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7834111635516013137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7834111635516013137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/tie.html' title='A tie'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7234183063304223105</id><published>2007-10-28T04:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:19:21.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Light up the sky. (:</title><content type='html'>You're making a choice to live like this&lt;br /&gt;In all of the noise I am silence&lt;br /&gt;We already know how it ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You run in the dark through a firefight&lt;br /&gt;I would explode &lt;em&gt;just to save your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a wall to pin this to&lt;br /&gt;They're all coming down since I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just wanna be where you are tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll run in the dark looking for some light&lt;br /&gt;And how will we know if we just don't try&lt;br /&gt;We won't ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let me make this mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'll ignite for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me help you fly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you won't have time&lt;br /&gt;To cover your eyes and get your disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They won't ask you why, they'll just watch you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;it's still so hard to be who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you play this part, and the show goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you come this far with a broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you've come this far and you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky (Let me light up the sky)&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you (Light it up for you)&lt;br /&gt;Let me make this mine (Let me make this mine)&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignite for you, I'll ignite for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky (Let me light up the sky)&lt;br /&gt;Light it up for you (Light it up for you)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why (Let me tell you why)&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you (I would die for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's still so hard to be who you are&lt;br /&gt;But you come this far with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And it's still so hard to be who you are&lt;br /&gt;But you come this far and you're broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let me light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard's Light Up The Sky. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so full of meaning &amp;amp; it... It just rocks. (: &lt;br /&gt;The tune is so catchy!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling later &amp;amp; my brother's using the Maple computer. So... Hahahh, basically, all I'll be doing is updating my Friendster &amp;amp; Facebook.  :/  &amp;amp; since I updated Facebook yesterday &amp;amp; I just updated Friendster, I do not have anything to do. ):  All hail Mr Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Light Up The Sky over &amp;amp; over ;D  &amp;amp; feeling all sorts of wonderful feelings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do some researching on my next phone. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7234183063304223105?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7234183063304223105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7234183063304223105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7234183063304223105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7234183063304223105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/light-up-sky.html' title='Light up the sky. (:'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3892871088593459578</id><published>2007-10-27T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:27:15.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Maplestory</title><content type='html'>Maplestory is really addictive. Linus has been on for 9876367892 hours! Okay, fine, I'm exaggerating. But, yeahh, it really is. I soooo want to play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's a good way to "make friends". I used the aprostrophes 'cause you never know how reliable they are. Some guy went &amp;amp; scammed my brother into faming him. Actually, he scammed me 'cause it's my account. The little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there are some nice people. Hahahh. Like when I first started playing, Jonathan helped me through. (:  &amp;amp; later on, when we played with my cousin, he helped. &amp;amp; so did his friend. &amp;amp; then his friend's friend. I remember that his friend actually went and asked me, "Do you know Seng Wei?" 'cause my username's got my surname in it. &amp;amp; I was so surprised! LOL. &amp;amp; in the end, he gave me something! LOL. He actually went around asking all the people with Oon is their names if they know Seng Wei or me. Then we found this guy... I think is Richard Oon. LOL, then we were all in the same place. So, SW's friend went to ask him if he knew SW, but he didn't. He went &amp;amp; asked if he knew me, but he didn't. In the end, we found out that that guy was from Penang! LOL! This is a really lame story, I know. But I think SW's friend would've given that Richard Oon something! LOL. Is damn cool. (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, I met sooo many kind souls. LOL, complete strangers who helped me out when I needed to level up/do quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahh, I remember once, I was a real noob. Couldn't do anything &amp;amp; this guy went and brought me to the pig place &amp;amp; helped me level up lor! I was like, wow, so nice. Then I went and take money, LOL. &amp;amp; died. -.- Then he scold me. HAHAHAHHA. It's really cool. At that time, when people died, others would pray &amp;amp; take revenge. So fun! It was a fad. Heh. A cute one! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Maplestory is so last year. To others, that is. I still kind of like it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling later! Yay, I think. 'Cause I know Bjorn's gonna bully me! ):  HE IS SUPER MEAN LAH! &amp;amp; AFTER HE BULLY ME, HE STILL DARE TO SAY WHAT "STUPID OONS!" So mean, right?! Walao eh. I tell you, ahhh. Sighhh. AND THAT NATASHA! I don't know why she so... She a bit... weird. She keeps telling me that she's a lesbian &amp;amp; she's trying to hit on me! D:  &amp;amp; then she'll croon love songs into my ears. *shivers* AND THEN JIMMY WILL BULLY ME! I tell you JIMMY IS MEAN! Hahahhh, but I still love all of them. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is kind of long, eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhh, mostly about Maplestory.   ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3892871088593459578?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3892871088593459578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3892871088593459578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3892871088593459578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3892871088593459578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/maplestory-is-really-addictive.html' title='Maplestory'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-1660356295747441291</id><published>2007-10-27T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:01:37.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>You know what, I think you do care about what I think/feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-1660356295747441291?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1660356295747441291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=1660356295747441291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1660356295747441291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/1660356295747441291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-3228581601301369523</id><published>2007-10-27T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:13:05.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He's like a drug</title><content type='html'>I guess I suck at abstaining. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore. I shall discuss with Siyin what to call him. Can't keep calling him "_____", right? LOL. Btway, the number of underscores was random. Not gonna let anyone guess so easily. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; about the other guy. I shall stop playing. I shall! Okay, I shall try. For all we know he wants me to play with him.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;Though I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maplestory rocks. (:  Got interested in it again after the folks at JG started talking about it. Kester's level 80, &amp;amp; Mer's 3! Hahahh! Met a rrrrreally great guy. (:  Super nice! Hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I WANT TO KNOW THE CUTE GUY'S NAME &amp;amp; GINO DON'T WANT TO TELL ME!!!  D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Maple,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-3228581601301369523?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3228581601301369523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=3228581601301369523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3228581601301369523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/3228581601301369523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/hes-like-drug.html' title='He&apos;s like a drug'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336618657519136217.post-7267988510628541419</id><published>2007-10-27T08:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:02:18.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I have this feeling (&amp;amp; my feelings are really accurate... except when it comes to (insert his name here), but otherwise, really accurate) that he likes me. Hmmm, yeah. &amp;amp; I feel so horribly idiotic because I'm playing with his mind. I'm not really trying to. I just... do it unwittingly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a horrible person who is stuck on (insert name here. I REALLY SHOULD GIVE HIM A NICKNAME!). &amp;amp; he's just not the one. But I hate myself for doing this to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shite.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336618657519136217-7267988510628541419?l=iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7267988510628541419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336618657519136217&amp;postID=7267988510628541419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7267988510628541419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336618657519136217/posts/default/7267988510628541419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveyou-lisa.blogspot.com/2007/10/horrible-lisa.html' title='Horrible Lisa'/><author><name>Oon Yi Teng Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
