<?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-5514010</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:13:49.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w r a n g l e d .</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eiz</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>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108427425464640832</id><published>2004-05-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:19:15.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its up at http://www.xanga.com/barbwire69 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108427425464640832?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108427425464640832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108427425464640832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108427425464640832' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108410365085941390</id><published>2004-05-09T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:57:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its time for a change of blog.&lt;br /&gt;im sick and irritated by the gutless people who mostly have bad english who drop by. &lt;br /&gt;at least they make the effort to do so.&lt;br /&gt;but i rather they diss me than the people i love. &lt;br /&gt;which boils down to the reason behind my blog changing.&lt;br /&gt;ask me for my new address yeah?&lt;br /&gt;its a new, by 'invitation' online journal only for the exclusive loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ms passerby, annoymous, anon, i hate you etc.&lt;br /&gt;im quite tickled by the fact you all actually bother enough about me to leave nice tags and emails. &lt;br /&gt;in anycase. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully you all find something new to occupy yourselves with while i entertain myself with my spanking new online journal.  &lt;br /&gt;emails and tags, as before, remain unentertained. &lt;br /&gt;and being overly jealous helps with the ageing process.&lt;br /&gt;speeds it up quite abit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108410365085941390?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108410365085941390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108410365085941390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108410365085941390' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108403860182225950</id><published>2004-05-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T01:53:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108403860182225950?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108403860182225950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108403860182225950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403860182225950' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108403419460428288</id><published>2004-05-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T00:39:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>intrinsic evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish things were alot simplier.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt care so much about the material stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you didnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe things wouldnt be the way they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit seminar was funadundun.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;gossiping and bitching and laughing and sneaking around.&lt;br /&gt;i love the QV bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108403419460428288?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108403419460428288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108403419460428288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403419460428288' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108383878200268630</id><published>2004-05-06T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:22:54.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chainsaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybeimtakingthingsforgranted.&lt;br /&gt;beingoverlydemanding.&lt;br /&gt;but you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being taken for granted and getting ignored.&lt;br /&gt;and i frigging hate that.&lt;br /&gt;let me remind you that i dont come easy.&lt;br /&gt;eileen never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108383878200268630?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108383878200268630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108383878200268630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108383878200268630' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108367229126722855</id><published>2004-05-04T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T20:07:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mucho mambo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a measly number of photos have been posted. &lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;but i'd work on that.&lt;br /&gt;clickety click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108367229126722855?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108367229126722855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108367229126722855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367229126722855' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108358925881718198</id><published>2004-05-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:04:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every word i say is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanni por, happy happy schweet sixteenth.&lt;br /&gt;the third zier to reach this swashbucking number.&lt;br /&gt;we'd walk the gangway together yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and we wont fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know if i should go for it.&lt;br /&gt;a small part of me cries out for that attention - the idiotic attention seeker i am.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe they'd like me more, love me more.&lt;br /&gt;i can deal with rejection. &lt;br /&gt;i know that there's tons of people who are the icing, and im just one of the layers in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;if i fall flat on my face, no one would really know.&lt;br /&gt;besides. its not as if im being thick-headed.&lt;br /&gt;i was asked. and thats the difference.&lt;br /&gt;but something's holding me back and i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;its irritating; that nagging feeling. &lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should just do it. &lt;br /&gt;do it, do it, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did watch Starsky &amp; Hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its shocking to know how shallow and superficial people can be.&lt;br /&gt;how criticism and praise affects a person's decision.&lt;br /&gt;hanging on for the sake of it, being 'in love' for one's own gain, getting together for 'fun and experience' - it cheapens the concept of love.&lt;br /&gt;it rips love from the potter's wheel and wrecks it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108358925881718198?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108358925881718198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108358925881718198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108358925881718198' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108282785397451464</id><published>2004-04-25T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T01:36:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz, im so so so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but your birthday dedication will be a belated one.&lt;br /&gt;because my photoshop's down. phooey. &lt;br /&gt;happy sweet sixteenth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you're the second zie who's able to stroll into nc16s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many items i want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;just that my moo-lah's almost rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love with a $49 MNG bag. &lt;br /&gt;pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;owning it would be total bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108282785397451464?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108282785397451464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108282785397451464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282785397451464' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108247154771693904</id><published>2004-04-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:35:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;gaze into the mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a good look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what you see. &lt;br /&gt;i believe you're deluded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a bitch for putting you down.&lt;br /&gt;your friends have all done so too - with more tact than me, of course.&lt;br /&gt;you're hilarious. such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;and you remind me of william hung. &lt;br /&gt;please bear in mind that i hate him to the core.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate your attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;and polishing my boots.&lt;br /&gt;will not get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;near me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouverymuch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my daddy so so sooo many much more most! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108247154771693904?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108247154771693904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108247154771693904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247154771693904' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108238938511154463</id><published>2004-04-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T23:46:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;an image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love my daddykins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking under the sun with morcheeba in my ears. &lt;br /&gt;lousy me gave up after 50minutes.&lt;br /&gt;my tan's barely noticeable and the sun seems to love my ass more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108238938511154463?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108238938511154463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108238938511154463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238938511154463' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108221857051835015</id><published>2004-04-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T00:19:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;we are the &lt;s&gt;champions&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so numbed about green's loss.&lt;br /&gt;is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel bad. &lt;br /&gt;daddy, dearie, sweets, jo, yongping - im sorry, and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for telling you i didnt exactly like the cd you got me. &lt;br /&gt;i tried to be tactful and you were so nice about it - i hope you werent hurt, but i really felt that i had to make it known.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for meeting you late, leaving you alone at Zara, not lunching with you and being all dressed up. thanks for being so nice about it all. &lt;br /&gt;im sorry for making you wait and not even walk anywhere with you. and for turning up late in school so much so you had to call us.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for making you wait and not even walk anywhere with you, for being so untactful with my words. and for turning up late in school and pissing you off because i kept walking all over the place and disrupted your carefully planned schedule.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for not being able to spend time with you today, for making you walk all the way to lend me cash,  for making you wait for me because i wandered off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, will you stop hounding me?&lt;br /&gt;you know the situation im in.&lt;br /&gt;or do you think what i've told you are all lies?&lt;br /&gt;i've told you time and again that its impossible. at least for this year.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know how hard it is for me, how hard i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new skirt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108221857051835015?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108221857051835015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108221857051835015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108221857051835015' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108212820293325871</id><published>2004-04-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:12:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;guardians of the earth starchildren.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets wants an update.&lt;br /&gt;and because i love her, here it is. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is currently my absolutely favourite subject period.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize sweets has alot of photographs posted online.&lt;br /&gt;considering that i've had my camera yonks before she did, i better do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;which means im going to go around with my trusty clicky cam - snap snap snap. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's something i think makes quite a bit of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;undergoing the five stages of grief.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] denial.&lt;br /&gt;2] anger.&lt;br /&gt;3] bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;4] depression.&lt;br /&gt;5] acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's something ripped off Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My desktop shows: this bee-you-tee-full photograph of a jarguar taken by yongping at the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Book I'm reading: vintage by im not sure who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On my mouse pad: im anti-mouse pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite smell: clinque's happy men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Least favorite smell: sourish, suffocating smell of dried sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Favorite color: purple, white, black, green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do I like my name?: i love every single thing about it. even the fact that almost everyone gets it wrong the first time they pronounce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was named after: someone who worked in my mum's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite food: mushroom swiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do I drive fast?: i would if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate or vanilla?: chocolate. dark, bitter chocolate. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Worst disaster I fear: the end times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Storms, cool or scary?: cool.  but only if im not caught in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My first car: a wrangler SE or wrangler freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Dead or alive, I would like to meet: God. my wild child aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Zodiac sign: capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite drink: almost any juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite vegetable: carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hair, long or short: its short at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Times I've been in love: all the time. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Glass, half-empty or half-full: half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do I type with my fingers over the right keys: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite movie: the last samurai, my girl [the one starring macaulay culkin and anna chumskley], the whale rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. PC or Mac: PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. On my nightstand: its a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Pillows on my bed: one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. In case of fire, I'll take: my whole wardrobe after throwing in all my bags, shoes and accessories, designs, laptop, cds, drawer of memories, cushions and my babies. yet again, i think i might just sit and cry. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I admire: melanie resham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Best thing ever invented: technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Most influential person: melanie resham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite place(s): my room, &lt;i&gt;that place&lt;/i&gt; near esplanade, town, the beach, hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do I say my prayers?: of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Minutes I spend in the shower: about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Most prized possession: i love and treasure everything i own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. My best asset: my smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Jewellery I wear: earrings when im not in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Coke or Pepsi: neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What I have for breakfast: plain yogurt with fruits and muesli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite time of the year: december holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If I were a cartoon character, I would be: april, the reporter in ninja turtles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108212820293325871?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108212820293325871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108212820293325871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212820293325871' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108161570451576035</id><published>2004-04-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:52:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched &lt;i&gt;The Passion&lt;/i&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sneaked&lt;/s&gt;strolled in successfully.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;the graphic depiction was darn moving. &lt;br /&gt;so were the few lines spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My son, when, where, how will you choose to be delivered from this?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line by Mary when Jesus was scourged opened the floodgates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the simplicity of the words used that got to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss of betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;a kiss of love.&lt;br /&gt;how painfully contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did cry.&lt;br /&gt;a soggy tissue full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;it was good, something definately to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;i'd lend you my heels and skirt if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108161570451576035?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108161570451576035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108161570451576035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161570451576035' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108135678692890861</id><published>2004-04-08T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:55:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;walls of defense breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;crumbling apart.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i dont know you anymore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108135678692890861?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108135678692890861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108135678692890861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135678692890861' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108133263460404572</id><published>2004-04-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:13:18.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my stamina's like &lt;i&gt;bleagh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;was puffing like a choo choo train.&lt;br /&gt;and gasping like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;after that horrifying 5 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time at spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;buying redundant stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and finally had my chit chat that i've missed for so long.&lt;br /&gt;God really answers prayers.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're popping by just to read this specially dedicated blog huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha. hurry set up your blog lah womaaan!&lt;br /&gt;such a blessing to have limbo-ed into you today.&lt;br /&gt;eeyurr. will miss you so much more after you head back to trinity again!&lt;br /&gt;and thankyousoveryverymuch for my australia import.&lt;br /&gt;i never dreamt that you'd actually remember!&lt;br /&gt;love you chunkybride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108133263460404572?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108133263460404572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108133263460404572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108133263460404572' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108127012107920786</id><published>2004-04-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T01:10:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sick and tired of routines.&lt;br /&gt;schedules and timetables belong in bins.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away from here.&lt;br /&gt;fifty thousand tears i've cried - vanns just cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;i love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;tell me how to cope.&lt;br /&gt;i need a soul vacation.&lt;br /&gt;smelling of corrosion and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all so screwed and pissified.&lt;br /&gt;i'd exchange yesterdays for tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108127012107920786?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108127012107920786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108127012107920786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127012107920786' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108107022007457647</id><published>2004-04-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:20:18.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;my hammies and i are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;i found a really really good home for them.&lt;br /&gt;with this rich indonesian lady with two daughters.&lt;br /&gt;and im very sure she'd take the best care of them.&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd miss:&lt;br /&gt;watching them crack open sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;hearing their squealing when they fight and play, the squeaky treadmill that they run on in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;them biting me.&lt;br /&gt;poking them to see if they're sleeping or dead.&lt;br /&gt;chasing after them when they run out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;their big black beady eyes and their small furry bodies.&lt;br /&gt;trying to locate them when they burry themselves deep into the straw.&lt;br /&gt;calling their names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;whoompa. woogie. wonka. wonky. clickopokey.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them.&lt;br /&gt;and i love my dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108107022007457647?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108107022007457647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108107022007457647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108107022007457647' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108100884085691285</id><published>2004-04-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:16:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at this time tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;whoompa, woogie, wonka, wonky and clickopokey will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want them to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108100884085691285?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108100884085691285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108100884085691285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100884085691285' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108091706814451995</id><published>2004-04-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T22:47:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just reading sweetie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;and it totally sums up all that i've ever felt about st johns.&lt;br /&gt;this four years are going by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew joining st johns was such a life changing decision.&lt;br /&gt;when i first joined st johns i did like it.&lt;br /&gt;but i never dreamt of being so attached to it and the people there.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stand some of my squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;and harboured childish grudges for goodness what-so-ever for the entire first year against them.&lt;br /&gt;you know what now?&lt;br /&gt;some of those i couldnt stand are now my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;we've been through so much together.&lt;br /&gt;so much memories that i have.&lt;br /&gt;im really dreading passing out.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want POP to come.&lt;br /&gt;fels and bambie, you can have your bet.&lt;br /&gt;i think id cry on POP day.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the squad lunches we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;the nonsense we did together.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im no longer as close to all of you guys as i was before.&lt;br /&gt;we rarely meet up these days.&lt;br /&gt;and when we do, its only during cca.&lt;br /&gt;where we're all busy doing what we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;we let the other squads have squad interaction.&lt;br /&gt;and we dont even have one.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember the last one we had.&lt;br /&gt;and even if we do have one now, it'd probably be discussion about POP, first aid exam.. the serious stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;no more ramblings about the out of the blue BNCO fun, where we'd laugh hysterically over things that we've heard donkey times.&lt;br /&gt;we used to have conversations and i'd go 'st john's taking over our lives. we dont even talk about anything else.'&lt;br /&gt;now, i want to be able to say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;and not just with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;i want to say it in front of our whole squad. &lt;br /&gt;during squad interaction.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;or squaddies for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to brag to the juniors again.&lt;br /&gt;about our squad unity.&lt;br /&gt;we managed to prove to the seniors that competitions wouldnt break us up.&lt;br /&gt;what about now. &lt;br /&gt;will we just drift in this final year?&lt;br /&gt;and let everything go to waste?&lt;br /&gt;i hate to think of that.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;a whole hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108091706814451995?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108091706814451995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108091706814451995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091706814451995' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108074284613488165</id><published>2004-03-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:23:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate&lt;br /&gt;being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108074284613488165?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108074284613488165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108074284613488165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074284613488165' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108066069057687888</id><published>2004-03-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:34:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 IMPORTANT THINGS YOU CARRY ALL THE TIME:&lt;br /&gt;- wallet.&lt;br /&gt;- handphone.&lt;br /&gt;- camera.&lt;br /&gt;- lipgloss or lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;- facial wipes.&lt;br /&gt;- house keys.&lt;br /&gt;- pads. [when its the time of the month.]&lt;br /&gt;- pencil.&lt;br /&gt;- paper. &lt;br /&gt;- photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 THINGS THAT U REALLY WANT RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;- 8 As for the Os.&lt;br /&gt;- scholarship to KSU.&lt;br /&gt;- my parents merrily agreeing to let me go to KSU next year.&lt;br /&gt;- my parents to like and to know whom im dating.&lt;br /&gt;[give me the above and i wont even dream of any of the below. haha.] &lt;br /&gt;- murakami LV bag.&lt;br /&gt;- burberry prorsum.&lt;br /&gt;- celine python skin bag.&lt;br /&gt;- furla new berkley.&lt;br /&gt;- maxi ho sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;- sea coast salad from ikea.&lt;br /&gt;- fish and chips from fish&amp;co.&lt;br /&gt;- mudpie from fish&amp;co.&lt;br /&gt;- the $1 roadside wafer ice cream in town.&lt;br /&gt;- coffee bean pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;- sticky buns from starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;- mudcake from lips cafe.&lt;br /&gt;- all balls - fishballs. cuttlefishballs. etc.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;7 OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;(not in order)&lt;br /&gt;- bestie.&lt;br /&gt;- dearie.&lt;br /&gt;- wans.&lt;br /&gt;- quiz.&lt;br /&gt;- pamms.&lt;br /&gt;- bobs.&lt;br /&gt;- sheez. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6 OF YOUR FAVE MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;- italian job.&lt;br /&gt;- the last samurai.&lt;br /&gt;- my girl. the one staring macaulay culkin and anna chlumsky.&lt;br /&gt;- miss congeniality.&lt;br /&gt;- beauty and the beast.&lt;br /&gt;- little mermaid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS IN YOUR ROOM &lt;br /&gt;- wiggly poo pats. my chio bu laptop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;- clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- cushy coo. bunny. zebra print cushion. pink cushion. [my favourite things in my bed.]&lt;br /&gt;- footwear.&lt;br /&gt;- cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS YOU ATE/DRINK TODAY&lt;br /&gt;- milk.&lt;br /&gt;- pasta with brocolli.&lt;br /&gt;- peas.&lt;br /&gt;- fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT &lt;br /&gt;- all my loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;- my favourite food.&lt;br /&gt;- colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THINGS YOU USUALLY READ&lt;br /&gt;- words on the chalkboard.&lt;br /&gt;- magazines.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON YOU CAN'T FORGET&lt;br /&gt;- every single person who's entered my life and made a difference in it's unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;that means Y O U. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108066069057687888?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108066069057687888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108066069057687888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066069057687888' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108056160578556299</id><published>2004-03-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:29:15.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheez said that i should take fashion and design!&lt;br /&gt;and she said she'd buy the clothes i design.&lt;br /&gt;*grins grins beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going around town with my dearie and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im a vain ass who loves taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;but only if i think i dont look too bad on that day.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to everyone who's helping me ask around about the hamsters!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108056160578556299?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108056160578556299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108056160578556299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056160578556299' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108040797436985953</id><published>2004-03-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T01:29:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this off friendster. &lt;br /&gt;haha. egoistic / vain traits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.NAME: eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.NICKNAME: eiz? its most commonly used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.ARE U IMAGE CONSCIOUS? yup. i must look considerably good as long as im out of the house! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.DO U JUDGE PEOPLE BY APPAERANCE: yeah at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.WHICH PART OF YOUR FACE DO U LIKE BEST: hmm. my mouth i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.WHICH PART OF YOUR BODY DO U LIKE BEST: my feet! ugly and as blister prone and scarred they are. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.WHAT ACTIVITY U ENGAGE IN MAKE U LOOK BEST: posing for photographs. hahaha. and thats not even all the time mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.DO U CARRY A POCKET MIRROR WITH U: nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.HOW LONG U SPEND INFRONT OF THE MIRROR EACH &lt;br /&gt;DAY: hmm. i prune till i think i look presentable? hahaha. and i glance at almost all mirrors i walk past. or reflections for that matter. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.DO U USE GEL/WAX: i use clay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.HOW OFTEN DO U SHOP: anytime, anywhere. as long as there's stuffs around to be bought. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.HOW MUCH WOULD U SPEND ON EACH SHOPPING: more than i need to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.DO U GO FOR FACIAL: im anti facials! until maybe when im at the starting stage of becoming an old and wrinkled prune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.HOW MUCH WLD U SPEND IN HAIR SALON? what matters is that i like the haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.DO U BUY SALON BRAND PRODUCT? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.IS YOUR HAIR DYED: used to be? haha. i love having dyed hair! the more outrageous the better! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.DO U OWN A CAMERA-PHONE: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.DO U CLUB: nah. im a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.DO U LIKE TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF: haha. like what i did the entire day etc? if so, guilty as charged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.ARE U FASHION SENSITIVE: i hate trends and fads. and i never follow them. unless i think its something that's my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.DO U BUY FASHION MAGAZINES: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.DO U CONSTANTLY UPDATE YOUR PHOTOS/PROFILE: haha. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.WHAT'S GOOD LOOKING TO U: something that makes me go 'dribble dribble drool'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.WHAT'S CUTE TO U: my spunky funky punky monkey! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.WHAT ATTRACTS U MOST ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE: genuine smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.WHAT'S YOUR BEST ATTRIBUTE: my voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.WHAT'S YOUR TEMPREMENT: isnt it supposed to be 'temperament'? if so, i have a longer burning fuse than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you wear perfume/cologne? yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.DO U BUY DIY FACE-CARE PRODUCTS: of cos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.WHAT TYPE OF CLOTHING U GO FOR: stuff that i look good in! hahahaha. isnt it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.PARTING WORDS: im vain. no doubt about it. *grins* haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108040797436985953?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108040797436985953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108040797436985953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040797436985953' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108031346601262550</id><published>2004-03-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:06:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108031346601262550?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108031346601262550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108031346601262550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031346601262550' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108022439803113293</id><published>2004-03-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:22:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[STUFF:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you own any plaid clothing: yeah. &lt;br /&gt;2. Do you own Converse shoes: no. never. ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own Saucony shoes: nah.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you own old school Nikes: haha. those are so common! so its a no.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wear tight pants: nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there more than one zipper in your pants: nope.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you own a messenger bag: yup.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you wear your messenger bag across your chest?: i carry it all ways. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ARE YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;A Vegetarian?: i could probably pass off as one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;A Good Student?: hmm. maybe you could do me a favour and find out from brenda.&lt;br /&gt;A Good Driver?: doubt id make a good one. cos i have a terrible sense of direction. plus driving go-karts isnt really my forte too.&lt;br /&gt;Good At Sports?: i wouldnt think so.&lt;br /&gt;A Good Singer?: i think im a tad bit better than mrs cheong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;A good Actor/Actress?: uh uh. *shakes head* watch my maid agency skit! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;A deep sleeper?: yeah man. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Shy?: not really. haha. unless you're intimidating at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing?: if you know me well enough!&lt;br /&gt;A good storyteller?: i hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DO YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy parks?: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Like Picnics?: *bigger grin*&lt;br /&gt;Like School?: nooo. i LOVE school!&lt;br /&gt;Like the color pink?: depends what shade. i hate gaudy looking pinks.&lt;br /&gt;Wet the bed?: not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Collect anything?: hmm. just about anything i have an obsession with at that particular moment?&lt;br /&gt;Like to sing?: yeah. im a bathroom singer. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Like to shop?: *beams* ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Like to Party?: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Get in trouble a lot?: not exactly.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Chew your food before swallowing?: of course.&lt;br /&gt;Love someone: definately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WOULD YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;Go to a DEFTONES concert if you had free ticket?: yup!&lt;br /&gt;Ever get a tattoo?: tattoos are poseur.&lt;br /&gt;Ever get any body parts pierced?: i've already got piercings. but i do want more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kill someone you didn't know for 15 million dollars?: i'd hire a hitman to do the dirty work and keep the cash! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;If you were stuck on a planet which one person would you want with you?: someone smart enough to get me off as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;If you're house was on fire what three things would you take?: my wiggly poo pats - laptop. my dinkydoinks, clickopokey, whoompa, woogie, wonky, wonka - hammies. and a huge suitcase that i'd sweep my clothes and memories like photos into it and run off. haha. &lt;br /&gt;If someone offered you a small part in a movie would you accept? if im paid, sure!&lt;br /&gt;What would you do for a klondike bar?: if you can get one over here in singapore for me, then i'd tell you what i'd do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT MUSIC WOULD YOU WANT PLAYING WHEN...]&lt;br /&gt;you dance: something catchy with good beats.&lt;br /&gt;you die: summersalt and ladytron stuff! haha. though it isnt exactly deemed fit. but i think everyone will remember me when they're played. and it'd be nice to hear it too before i leave for good.&lt;br /&gt;you are buried: *points above*&lt;br /&gt;you sleep: something by enya, norah jones, cafe del mar.. jazz, lounge, chillout stuff.&lt;br /&gt;you say "I love you": i think thats enough music to the other person's ears. wouldnt want anything to overpower my 'i love you'.&lt;br /&gt;you cry: something LOUD. haha. &lt;br /&gt;you laugh: *frowns* laughing is impromptu. unless you're trying to force one out.&lt;br /&gt;you kill: i'd be too busy trying to carry out my kill successfully. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108022439803113293?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108022439803113293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108022439803113293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022439803113293' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108014624854137336</id><published>2004-03-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:39:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i rarely listen to perfect 10.&lt;br /&gt;much less actually listen to the ballads being played that i always call 'trashy'.&lt;br /&gt;but this song - the most unlikely listening choice for me; ever - just tugged at something within me?&lt;br /&gt;i teared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be so much connection.&lt;br /&gt;every decision i've made that i've never regretted, all the peope who've made a difference in my life, its all here.&lt;br /&gt;or so i feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long and winding journey, but i'm finally here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces, walking back into the light&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunset of your glory, where my heart and future lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like that feeling, when i look into your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, when i found you&lt;br /&gt;I found you, my miracle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you, feels like i've been born again&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love, every heartbeat speaks your name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, right here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever grateful (oh forever Faithful)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;Yes they brought me here... &lt;br /&gt;If you could feel, the tenderness i feel... &lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108014624854137336?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108014624854137336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108014624854137336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014624854137336' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-108005781301410855</id><published>2004-03-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T00:06:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love footsal!&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;and wans. &lt;br /&gt;i love that outfit i wore to the zoo on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;my zooing outfit.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;lets go Zies Zooing someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-108005781301410855?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108005781301410855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/108005781301410855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005781301410855' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107994570442862838</id><published>2004-03-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:57:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[DO YOU PREFER:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?: nose piercing. *grins* a pierced tongue supposedly affects frenches. haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?: to be the right one at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gstring or thongs?: gstrings.&lt;br /&gt;4. Whole or skim milk?: skimmed. &lt;br /&gt;5. Single or Taken?: was single. &lt;br /&gt;6. Simple or complicated?: im complicated.&lt;br /&gt;7. Law or anarchy?: law. &lt;br /&gt;8. Flowers or angels?: angels.&lt;br /&gt;9. Grey or gray?: grey. i like the 'E' in it. E for Eileen! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;10. Read or write?: read.&lt;br /&gt;11. Color or black-and-white photos?: black and whites. but only if the photograph looks good that way.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunrise or sunset?: sunset.&lt;br /&gt;13. M&amp;M's or Skittles?: m&amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;14. Rap or rock?: rock.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay up late or wake up late?: the best combination's both!&lt;br /&gt;16. TV or Radio?: television.&lt;br /&gt;17. Is it POP or SODA?: soda pop.&lt;br /&gt;18. X or O in Tic-tac-toe?: X marks my spot.&lt;br /&gt;20. Eat an apple or an orange?: apple. i only like orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;21. What came first the chicken or the egg?: egg.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hot or Cold?: i cant take the cold.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tall members of the opposite sex or short? taaaall.&lt;br /&gt;25. Sun or moon?: sun. &lt;br /&gt;26. Emerald or ruby?: emerald. &lt;br /&gt;28. Left or right?: right.&lt;br /&gt;29. 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend?: one bestie.&lt;br /&gt;30. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: chocolate fudge. thick dark chocolate ice cream. *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;31. High or Drunk?: high.&lt;br /&gt;32. Green beans or carrots?: carrots.&lt;br /&gt;33. Low fat or fat free?: fat free.&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your biggest fear in the world?: having all my loved ones leave me.&lt;br /&gt;36. Kids or no kids?: i want at least 4 kids!&lt;br /&gt;37. Cat or dog?: bulldog. &lt;br /&gt;38. Half empty or half full?: half full.&lt;br /&gt;39. Mustard or ketchup?: im no fan of sauces.&lt;br /&gt;40. Hard cover books or soft cover books?: hard and firm. i like!&lt;br /&gt;41. Newspaper or magazine?: magazines. glossy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;42. Sandals or sneakers?: sneaks.&lt;br /&gt;43. Wonder or amazement?: the eight amazements of the world sounds damned odd.&lt;br /&gt;44. Red car or white car?: white. classic.&lt;br /&gt;45. Happy and poor or sad and rich?: poor but happy.&lt;br /&gt;46. Singing or dancing?: i cant sing for nuts. haha.&lt;br /&gt;47. Hugging or Kissing?: depends with whom.&lt;br /&gt;48. Corduroy or plaid?: i like both. &lt;br /&gt;49. Happy or sad?: which do you like? haha.&lt;br /&gt;50. Purple or green?: i like both!&lt;br /&gt;51. A year of hot sex or a lifetime of friendship?: friendship. no sex with strangers. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAST TIME YOU:]&lt;br /&gt;Really Smiled: a little while ago. &lt;br /&gt;Laughed: not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Cried: hmm. its been quite awhile since i last did so.&lt;br /&gt;Danced: ai wo sheng ni ge la. if its counted.&lt;br /&gt;Were sarcastic: probably sometime today.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Watched your favorite movie: yonks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare: i dreamt of maths yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ A LAST TIME FOR EVERYTHING: ]&lt;br /&gt;Last book you read: nutrition diet and health. &lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard: the one on sweetie's blog. i cant remember the name though.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you had to drink: water.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered: last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: brocolli and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ FASHION:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch: not all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own: 2 denim jackets. 1 parka. 4 sweaters. 2 pullovers. 1 hoodie. 1 coat. 1 polyester jacket.&lt;br /&gt;3. Most expensive item you've bought: my laptop. but it was dad's cash. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of shoes do you wear?: heels. trackshoes. flipflops. sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ FRIENDS:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Do your friends 'know' you: more or less to a certain extent. &lt;br /&gt;2. How are you with your friends: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked: hmm. there probably is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are there people that you tell everything to: yup. but i tell different things to different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ OTHER:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite band ever: ladytron. summersalt. greenday. the beatles.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Most listened to band: summersalt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you find any musicians: find? err.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you play an instrument?: i could play the piano. harmonica. recorder.&lt;br /&gt;5. Type of music listened to: almost anything. but i dont guarantee that id like it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Type never listened to: *points above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107994570442862838?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107994570442862838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107994570442862838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107994570442862838' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107994258960121579</id><published>2004-03-22T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:05:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped this off friendster.&lt;br /&gt;haha. im bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write the first thing that comes into your mind when you take a first glance at the words that are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee = jumpy. caffeine high. breathlessness. rhumba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow = dirty fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pillow = my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney = spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo = the ass that the whole of manhatten could disappear into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink = you make me sick. j-pop style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((vann pops in))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Hartnett = pearl harbour. ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popcorn = salted. cosyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamer = sec 3 squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond = everyone loves raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utt = i dont get the hype about him. dishy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party = my red long sleeved tattoo top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E = *cringes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories = i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi = california roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo-prints = girl talk.  bonding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry = guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enemy = enemy of the state. denzel washington. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog = bulldog drooling at my feet. poo pats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country = travel. those erasers with flags of countries printed on them that people used to collect in primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love = many a splendoured thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf/gf's ex = bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars = pants on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Paul = shake that booty. dancehall reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWE = WWF. jake the snake roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy = pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed = warm. toasty. cosy. snuggles. cuddles. cushy coo. zebra print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing = madmonks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Angel = buffy the vampire slayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving = pilgrims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloha = hello. tropics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marche = vanns. movenpick maple walnut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooches = *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107994258960121579?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107994258960121579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107994258960121579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107994258960121579' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107988255006879395</id><published>2004-03-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:29:54.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;overall first.&lt;br /&gt;overall third.&lt;br /&gt;overall best first aid.&lt;br /&gt;overall best CPR.&lt;br /&gt;is that fantabulous or what? &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back everything we lost.&lt;br /&gt;we got everything we wanted, aimed for, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;susu, zoe, anna, wellisa, huiwen, cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;wenxu, enen, philana, val, yingjie, peiyu.&lt;br /&gt;yilin, pris, jiayu, onyee, michelle, wanxin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody proud of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;you're my star, my johnsons' kid. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd really miss competition training.&lt;br /&gt;going down after school often, watching cases and formats.&lt;br /&gt;realized that the end of this competition marks the end of my relationship with competition training.&lt;br /&gt;3 years of training.&lt;br /&gt;to be sorely disappointed for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;sweetie was right when she said that after this the SJ room would only be occupied on saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel damned sad.&lt;br /&gt;makes me realize how attached i am to st johns.&lt;br /&gt;its been a major part of my life for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;where i made the bestest friends i'd ever have.&lt;br /&gt;made me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;taken up alot of space in my memory bank.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd cry on POP day. &lt;br /&gt;*says it a la vitamin C in Graduation Day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days of training, of first aid, foot drill and nursing&lt;br /&gt;the joy and laughter, and feeling under the weather&lt;br /&gt;a sleepover unlike any other, bonded us as close as sisters&lt;br /&gt;the polishing of shoes, the ironing of Us&lt;br /&gt;the memories we hold are one of a kind, something even money can never buy&lt;br /&gt;the constant nagging, the constant tearing&lt;br /&gt;despite all the sweat and tears, we'll always be here to calm your fears&lt;br /&gt;we have come together so far, nervousness building up in the car&lt;br /&gt;together we'll do st. nicks proud; in you your seniors have never doubt(ed)&lt;br /&gt;SNSJ: suddenly the world seems such a perfect place; with comp my life doesn’t seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you are our shining star, that lights up our hearts from afar&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the outcome may be, bouncing like balls high up we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;plaster up those lingering dreams, we'll show the rest why SNSJ beams.&lt;br /&gt;goodie bags to gay up your days, to remind you of ur competition stays&lt;br /&gt;dough for you to pull and knead, never to fail you in times of need&lt;br /&gt;we've walked and talked and bought and shopped&lt;br /&gt;racked our brains and trains of thoughts, these gifts of love we've brought&lt;br /&gt;all cause YOU rock off our socks, so dear junior&lt;br /&gt;we’ll always love you, this a promise locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107988255006879395?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107988255006879395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107988255006879395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988255006879395' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107979974777954233</id><published>2004-03-21T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T00:24:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zoolanded today with yongping. &lt;br /&gt;its been ages and ages since i last went to the zoo and its changed &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so darn nice now!&lt;br /&gt;walked alot, took alot of animal photos. &lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;i love my new desktop background.&lt;br /&gt;cuteass leopard courtesy of my cute as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the annual zone competition.&lt;br /&gt;may we get the results we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to have another 2002 incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107979974777954233?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107979974777954233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107979974777954233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107979974777954233' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-10794550577210213</id><published>2004-03-17T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T01:25:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>towned with dearie and sweetie yesterday with a purpose in mind. &lt;br /&gt;haha. which we did stick to of course.&lt;br /&gt;with a little sidetracking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/barbwire69/DSC03835.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeties. we got bored while waiting for darling dearie to change. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/barbwire69/DSC03838.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearies. acting cute. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/barbwire69/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated dearies towning pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/barbwire69/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/barbwire69/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicest neos ive ever taken. i think its due to OIC's presence. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it was my most fruitful towning trip this year so far.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. or at least there was that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;i love my dearie and sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sweetie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an extract of the dearies' MSN chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! &gt;&gt; lings.&lt;br /&gt;cacophony &gt;&gt; eiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;she always brightens up my day&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;so motherly&lt;br /&gt;cacophony. says:&lt;br /&gt;precisely!&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;her smile rites?!!&lt;br /&gt;cacophony. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah man&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;so bright&lt;br /&gt;cacophony. says:&lt;br /&gt;n her eyes&lt;br /&gt;cacophony. says:&lt;br /&gt;its like when she smiles u can see that its for real in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;come what may, we are behind SNSJ com teams all the way!! says:&lt;br /&gt;yahh!&lt;br /&gt;cacophony. says:&lt;br /&gt;n not that kinda 'im smiling for da sake of it' smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we love you, OIC!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-10794550577210213?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/10794550577210213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/10794550577210213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10794550577210213' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107928461816811370</id><published>2004-03-15T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:19:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(( A to Z ))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Age: &lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt;teen. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;B- Boyfriend: [if you know me you probably know who.]&lt;br /&gt;C- Chore you hate: almost &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; household chore. &lt;br /&gt;D- Did it before: it? which it? &lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite actor: i hate russell crowe.  &lt;br /&gt;G- Gold or silver: both! &lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: a fine garden city.&lt;br /&gt;I- Instruments you play: i &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; play the piano, recorder and harmonica. &lt;br /&gt;J- Job title: academist.&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: dinkydoinks. clickopokey. whoompa. woogie. wonka. wonky.&lt;br /&gt;L- Living arrangements: in a house. with my dad. my mum. my poo. and my kids.&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom's name: april may &lt;i&gt;june&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;N- Number of times you yawn in a daY?: countless.&lt;br /&gt;O- Overnight hospital stays: not sure. &lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia: lizards. &lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote you like to say: 'i dont know.'&lt;br /&gt;R- Regular drink: plain water. ice lemon tea. ice barley. rhumba frap. mocha frap. espresso.&lt;br /&gt;S- Secret crush: its out.&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you wake up: 6 something a.m. on schooldays. &lt;br /&gt;U- Unique habit: err. i shake quite a bit? i stick out my tongue often and wiggle it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you refuse to eat: loofa.  &lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit: staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;X- X-rays you've had: my teeth. my knees and elbows.&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yummy food you make: anything i make is yummy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign: capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107928461816811370?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107928461816811370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107928461816811370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928461816811370' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107919501416810517</id><published>2004-03-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T00:25:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im putting in my best, giving it my all.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand why you just dont appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you hate me. &lt;br /&gt;though i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;it used to be hurting.&lt;br /&gt;but now i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just bear in mind that all that i've done, its for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was good.&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;perfect love casts out fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you keep harping on the past.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you keep blaming yourself when i dont think anyone's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;hate turns to irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always guilt.&lt;br /&gt;betrayal of trust.&lt;br /&gt;but its happiness we're talking about here.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;possessions only provide temporary happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no use trying to win me over with money.&lt;br /&gt;money cant buy love.&lt;br /&gt;and im not letting go of what i've found.&lt;br /&gt;its a tug-of-war situation im in.&lt;br /&gt;where im just drifting along each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;at war with my demons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107919501416810517?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107919501416810517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107919501416810517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919501416810517' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107911483283174038</id><published>2004-03-13T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:09:31.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's out for a week!&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 was atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;at least my parents didnt make much hoohaa about it.&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobs got me thinking about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly. &lt;br /&gt;they're a pretty liberal regarding my dress sense?&lt;br /&gt;tubes and 30cm skirts.&lt;br /&gt;not every parent would let their child wear that i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they've given up on nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&amp;co-ed with the Zies.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since we last headed out together.&lt;br /&gt;had fun chit chatting and laughing and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;we need to do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;ZQT - Zie Quality Time.&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry i couldnt stay for neos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;dad got me a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;its a white NEC.&lt;br /&gt;damned unique, sleek and classy!&lt;br /&gt;i love it, love it, love it!&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my spunky funky punky monkey, &lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 was atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;at least my parents didnt make much hoohaa about it.&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bobs got me thinking about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly. &lt;br /&gt;they're a pretty liberal regarding my dress sense?&lt;br /&gt;tubes and 30cm skirts.&lt;br /&gt;not every parent would let their child wear that i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they've given up on nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&amp;co-ed with the Zies.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since we last headed out together.&lt;br /&gt;had fun chit chatting and laughing and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;we need to do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;ZQT - Zie Quality Time.&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry i couldnt stay for neos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;dad got me a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;its a white NEC.&lt;br /&gt;damned unique, sleek and classy!&lt;br /&gt;i love it, love it, love it!&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my spunky funky punky monkey, &lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107911483039404561?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107911483039404561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107911483039404561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911483039404561' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107893158382312402</id><published>2004-03-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:15:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoompa.&lt;br /&gt;woogie.&lt;br /&gt;wonka.&lt;br /&gt;wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children of dinkydoinks and clickopokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107893158382312402?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107893158382312402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107893158382312402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893158382312402' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107893044714742909</id><published>2004-03-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:56:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinkydoinks gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;so now i've got 4 cute ass hammies.&lt;br /&gt;3 white and a black one. &lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;and i actually thought dinky and pokey were a gay couple!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;mystery of the horny-humping-away-daily gay couple solved.&lt;br /&gt;case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;had my sea coast salad and chocolate thing today!&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;pigging out as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was good.&lt;br /&gt;met up with old friends for gossip session, something we all havnt done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107893044714742909?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107893044714742909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107893044714742909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893044714742909' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107884984529429090</id><published>2004-03-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T00:33:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;to my bestie, vanns:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i hounded you for that testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;because it totally blew me away. &lt;br /&gt;not because its a boost to my ego, especially with you airing some quite.. [eg. polka-dottie- army-print bra] &lt;i&gt;VANZIE POKK! how could you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it sums up everything you are to me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the things we used to do together when we had ALOT of time.&lt;br /&gt;all the drooling and swooning over food.&lt;br /&gt;all the impromptu towning trips.&lt;br /&gt;all the 'panicking over what excuses to give gurung'.&lt;br /&gt;all the 'if you're not going for f&amp;n im ponning it'.&lt;br /&gt;all the 'excuse me, may i know how much is that jay chou poster?'.&lt;br /&gt;all the 'excuse me, i bought a box of markers this afternoon and the blue marker doesnt have ink.'&lt;br /&gt;all the 'lets go buy pizza rings'.&lt;br /&gt;all the 'you want to buy more food' facial expressions that no one else can understand - just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;all the..&lt;br /&gt;its an endless endless endless list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the memories we share i'd never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;because they've all become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;and you've been someone who's truely touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;in more than a hundred thousand million ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you, bestie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. this friday's fish&amp;co, lets head for glass house! *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107884984529429090?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107884984529429090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107884984529429090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884984529429090' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107865697596804179</id><published>2004-03-07T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T18:58:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got my bible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the bride's bible&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its leather bound.&lt;br /&gt;its white.&lt;br /&gt;its small.&lt;br /&gt;its got silver trimmings.&lt;br /&gt;its unique.&lt;br /&gt;its so eiz.&lt;br /&gt;its mine &lt;s&gt;next week&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107865697596804179?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107865697596804179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107865697596804179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107865697596804179' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107850417338753833</id><published>2004-03-06T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:31:44.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing's what it seems anymore.&lt;br /&gt;things are so different from what they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's deluded.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i want to go back in time. &lt;br /&gt;where everything was so easy.&lt;br /&gt;pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107850417338753833?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107850417338753833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107850417338753833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850417338753833' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107841653909827717</id><published>2004-03-05T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T00:11:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, secondary four's like a waste of my life.&lt;br /&gt;im just following a stupid schedule everyday.&lt;br /&gt;leading a life dictated by what's written on that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;no more impromptu "i feel like towning today. lets go!" trips to town.&lt;br /&gt;no more "i miss fish&amp;co. you free after school?" trips to fish&amp;co.&lt;br /&gt;no more "im bored with nothing to do" talk cocking.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;i've got eyebags. &lt;br /&gt;a serious case at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help having a bloody overachiever as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;who's already captain of the junior badminton team.&lt;br /&gt;in his first year of secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; he's encouraged to get a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;or at least it seems so.&lt;br /&gt;talk about unfair. &lt;br /&gt;HRMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this last bit sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;especially when its ending off a post with such.. an angsty start?&lt;br /&gt;but i love you guys truely, madly, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107841653909827717?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107841653909827717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107841653909827717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841653909827717' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107832921832097585</id><published>2004-03-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:55:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my long hair.&lt;br /&gt;feel like keeping it long now. &lt;br /&gt;but it'd have to go through that ugly period.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. &lt;br /&gt;and i cant quite imagine myself with long hair again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. looking at those old photos, i think i look damned odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107832921832097585?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107832921832097585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107832921832097585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832921832097585' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107806845822778513</id><published>2004-02-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T23:29:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAME: Eiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU'RE NORMAL: no. normal people wouldnt fill in a survey like this and claim they arent normal. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO PEOPLE FIND YOU STRANGE: haha. actually, im strange! weird taste, dress sense, turn ons, views.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD: God is good! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SIN A LOT: unforunately.. yes. like i just scoffed down 3 big suzy biscuits - weird taste alert! - when bestie and i have promised not too pig out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BACKSTAB: if i have, its probably been done unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A GOOD FRIEND: it depends if you treat me right. but if you're someone i regard as one of my closest friends, id do almost anything for you. you've got my word on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE: yesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU YOUNG: young? *sits up straight and puffs out chest* im sixteen. old enough to strut in confidently to nc-16 movies. old enough for legal sex. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER BEEN A LEADER OF SOMETHING: not just 'something'. its 'many things'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER KILLED A LIVING CREATURE: ants. little buggy stuff. no major ones - yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST ODD THING DONE: what odd stuff have &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR MAKE-UP: lipstick and the occasional mascara counted? its not even the basics of make up. and make up clogs up your pores and blah. you'd probably get pimples in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU REBEL: plenty of times. *sticks out tongue sheepishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER STARTED A FIRE?: only small teeny weeny extinguishable-without-a-fire-extinguisher ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU'RE EVIL: of cos not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE LYING: definately not. makes me feel damned guilty. BUT. unfortunately, its become a neccessity in my daily life. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU REGRET: yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A BESTFRIEND: not just 'a' bestfriend. its many. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO PEOPLE HATE YOU: i do know of some. haha. *shrugs* i cant win over everyone. and sometimes i just dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HATE PEOPLE: nah. hate's too strong a word for anything. besides. it takes up way too much energy. convert hate to love! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU KILL SOMEBODY: if i want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CUT YOURSELF?: only accidentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER TASTED BLOOD: yeah. there's such a thing as sadist. oops. i mean dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHERS MAY THINK OF YOU? : yup. very much so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER DONE ANYTHING OCCULT: that's baaaad. it'd never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU GOTHIC: nah. the occasional painted black toe nails arent counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SMOKE: not now, not ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSUME DRUGS: rarely? i detest the thought of having chemicals running thru my bloodstream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107806845822778513?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107806845822778513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107806845822778513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107806845822778513' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107804523570029969</id><published>2004-02-29T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T17:02:41.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my clothes are at stake.&lt;br /&gt;im devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107804523570029969?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107804523570029969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107804523570029969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804523570029969' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107790178904784988</id><published>2004-02-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T01:11:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i hate your prying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107790178904784988?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107790178904784988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107790178904784988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790178904784988' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107763818536622964</id><published>2004-02-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:58:26.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:&lt;br /&gt;1] how unpredictable life can be.&lt;br /&gt;2] losing my memories - its like a part of me gone.&lt;br /&gt;3] losing anyone who's made a difference in my life. which is basically &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:&lt;br /&gt;1] the ziers and dears.&lt;br /&gt;2] yongping. &lt;br /&gt;3] anyone who tickles my funny bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;1] dad, mum, poo.&lt;br /&gt;2] ziers and dears.&lt;br /&gt;3] yongping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;1] dinkydoinks and clickopokey.&lt;br /&gt;2] good food.&lt;br /&gt;3] good &lt;s&gt;clean&lt;/s&gt; fun. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I HATE:&lt;br /&gt;1] lizards.&lt;br /&gt;2] feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;3] knowing i've let myself or others down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;1] maths. &lt;br /&gt;2] science.&lt;br /&gt;3] why inequality still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:&lt;br /&gt;1] books.&lt;br /&gt;2] stationery.&lt;br /&gt;3] photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1] listening to music. &lt;br /&gt;2] talking to poo.&lt;br /&gt;3] thinking of QUITE short shorts. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1] spend good old quality time with all the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;2] be a successful ___________ [fill in occupation].&lt;br /&gt;3] get married, have at least 3 kids, own a wrangler and a penthouse with a good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE COLORS I LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1] black.&lt;br /&gt;2] white.&lt;br /&gt;3] green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN DO:&lt;br /&gt;1] walk around more than the average person without tiring during shopping.&lt;br /&gt;2] sms perfectly without looking at the keypad unless it screws up on me.&lt;br /&gt;3] be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:&lt;br /&gt;1] straight-forward.&lt;br /&gt;2] excitable.&lt;br /&gt;3] unique. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1] maths and science.&lt;br /&gt;2] a split.&lt;br /&gt;3] grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:&lt;br /&gt;1] anything by ladytron.&lt;br /&gt;2] my voice. hear me out! haha! &lt;br /&gt;3] infectious laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1] mrs cheong's nagging. or at least, don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;2] squeeky chalk against the chalkboard. *cringes*&lt;br /&gt;3] a loud juicy sounding burp. *makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1] hiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;2] byyyeee.&lt;br /&gt;3] really. *incredulous tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;1] chocolate. my aphrodesiac.&lt;br /&gt;2] sea coast salad.&lt;br /&gt;3] fishballs, cuttlefishballs, crabmeatballs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY:&lt;br /&gt;1] water.&lt;br /&gt;2] starbucks' rhumba or mocha or espresso frap.&lt;br /&gt;3] peelfresh's cranberry and grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID:&lt;br /&gt;1] teenage mutant ninja turtles.&lt;br /&gt;2] sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;3] barney and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107763818536622964?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107763818536622964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107763818536622964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763818536622964' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107746127404994653</id><published>2004-02-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:49:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the person who &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; hates me:&lt;br /&gt;i know i've said i cant be bothered with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but. i cant help myself on this that i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;your vocabulary's improved! &lt;br /&gt;keep checking my blog for new updates and im sure it'd improve by leaps and bounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quiz? &lt;br /&gt;thanks a million. &lt;br /&gt;for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107746127404994653?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107746127404994653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107746127404994653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746127404994653' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107720893106136522</id><published>2004-02-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T01:23:32.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cym got me thinking on what i really want to be when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my ambition. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did ballet when i was young. &lt;br /&gt;because i wanted to be a ballerina. &lt;br /&gt;i still have those pointes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the usual 'little kid' cliched 'i wanna be a doctor'.&lt;br /&gt;though it became more of psychologist or phychiatrist or pediatrition when i grew older.&lt;br /&gt;st john, there i went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and along the way there was journalist, newscaster, radio deejay, author, playwright, fashion designer..&lt;br /&gt;none of which will definately meet my parents' approval. &lt;br /&gt;except for maybe, just maybe, &lt;br /&gt;being a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law's something i want to do too.&lt;br /&gt;something that will make my parents and i happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really really really, i want to do fashion.&lt;br /&gt;fashion designing. &lt;br /&gt;clothes. ooh la la.&lt;br /&gt;and being scouted has made me give modelling some thought.&lt;br /&gt;but. *looks in mirror*&lt;br /&gt;too short, too dumpy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd probably get disowned if i ever choose that path anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion editor of a female magazine.&lt;br /&gt;my dream job. &lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107720893106136522?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107720893106136522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107720893106136522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720893106136522' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107712466836919721</id><published>2004-02-19T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:19:43.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;hey dears. &lt;br /&gt;i love you all so darn much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107712466836919721?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107712466836919721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107712466836919721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712466836919721' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107712462412569365</id><published>2004-02-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:18:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;First name: eileen. &lt;br /&gt;Last: lee.&lt;br /&gt;Middle: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;11 january 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best gift you ever received on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;being able to celebrate it with almost all my best buddies -  the people i love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What schools have you attended?&lt;br /&gt;Siglap PAP, Holy Grace Kindergarden, CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What can we find in your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;piles of crumpled clothes from my last outfit decision making that i've yet to fold back. an average of 3 tops sharing one hanger. its a whole clothing rojak in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the least likely that we can find in your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;erm. water? cos my clothes will all get wet. and it'd be an ass getting them all dried. plus i wont have anymore clothes to wear while they're drying. though knowing me, i'd probably just go shopping. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What can we find on your study table?&lt;br /&gt;mountains of books, stationery, vanity items, plastic/paper bags, mugs, etc etc etc. it's practically a little junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;anything chocolate, coffee, green tea, something containing brownie or nut chunks.. ben and jerry are my absolute favourites. turkish ice cream too. yummy. *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;teenage mutant ninja turtles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is the hottest cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;biker mice! woooo! and april from ninja turtles. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you think you can win a million dollars on Survivor?&lt;br /&gt;i think i could. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who would you take with you on the Amazing Race?&lt;br /&gt;yongping! good sense of direction, can carry my barang, can take on all the 'whatever you call them' if i dont dare carry them out.. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which of your classmate would you take with you on Amazing Race?&lt;br /&gt;shucks. can't i just pair up with one of the Ziers and we smuggle the rest in with our barang? haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;the looks. tall big bald men with goatees are a big turn on. *hint hint* haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think anyone in your class is hot?&lt;br /&gt;duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a crush on someone in your class?&lt;br /&gt;my class?! hell no. im straight yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you think is hot amongst your friends of your gender?&lt;br /&gt;shucks. so darn many! dearie, quiz, pamms, becks.. the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you play a musical instrument?&lt;br /&gt;i can play the piano, harmonica and recorder. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107712462412569365?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107712462412569365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107712462412569365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712462412569365' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107694841873266168</id><published>2004-02-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T00:22:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the person who hates me, this is the last time im going to bother about you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why i should give you the attention you're obviously screaming out for.&lt;br /&gt;in anycase, im installing dekap in my guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be able to find out who you are.&lt;br /&gt;*grins* isnt this exciting &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people signing here are like.. my closest bestest best friends.&lt;br /&gt;so don't you dare insult them. &lt;br /&gt;if you have a grudge against me, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;don't drag the people i love into this silly feud you're trying to start with me.&lt;br /&gt;you're being plain childish.&lt;br /&gt;and keep your mits off the people i love or you'd be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107694841873266168?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107694841873266168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107694841873266168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694841873266168' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107686497070033465</id><published>2004-02-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T01:17:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the person who hates me, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time i've come across someone who seems to have such a love-hate relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that you actually bothered to sign my guestbook not once, but twice with your chintzy comments about me. &lt;br /&gt;[for your information, chintzy = trashy, and that's where i think your comments belong. in the bin, with the trash.]&lt;br /&gt;and in return for your &lt;i&gt;kindness&lt;/i&gt; in enlightening me about &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; perception of me, i'd like to return the favour with some sweet loving  - in the form of some pointers to note, totally dedicated to you. you. and you alone. [you like the attention, don't you?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] based on your typing skills, i've come to the conclusion that you're:&lt;br /&gt;          a] typing in a dark room, hence the inability to see words on your keyboard clearly, therefore misspelling quite a number of words.&lt;br /&gt;          b] having a malfunctioning keyboard, therefore unable to use certain keys, especially those with punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;          c] having a malfuctioning brain as well, with the misuse of words, grammatical and spelling errors. &lt;br /&gt;          d] using the computer for the first time, or you're new to the wonders of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] you really should listen more during lessons, especially english, instead of thinking about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] punctuation, baby. that's the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] what makes you think im nice to people if i don't like them? that's so contradictory. if i don't like you dear, you probably would have received the signals loud and clear. and for your information, i havnt disliked anyone as much as i dislike you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] i detest people who are literally gutless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] and have i bossed you around before? or been overbearing towards you? you probably deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] i dont think im cool if you're the yardstick with which to measure the 'coolness' of the word 'cool'. compared to you, im probably &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] i dont do things if i know i cant pull it off. hence, i'd never attempt to be a bung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] and please, don't go calling my boyfriend 'sum bf'. he's more to me than just a 'sum'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10] however, its pleasing to note that you're not as vulgar as i think you are. 'f***' instead of 'fuck'? im amused. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, its rude to tell people to 'get lost' in such a manner. especially when its &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; guestbook. a public one at that. better mind your Ps and Qs dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11] anonymity does not get you anywhere. so does the misuse of words.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way. i doubt you had a date on valentine's day. &lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you would probably be floating in the 'after-bliss' of it, filled with loving thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;instead of analyzing someone like me, locating my blog and telling me what you think of me. &lt;br /&gt;do you need some help regarding attracting the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;i sure wouldn't mind getting to know you and giving you some help with your english. which, for your information, is disgustingly atrocious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i had english like yours, i'd definately think twice about even typing a message online for everyone's viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, no wonder you didnt dare to leave your name!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for that little entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107686497070033465?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107686497070033465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107686497070033465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686497070033465' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107684518201250787</id><published>2004-02-15T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:41:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you dont know my name.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faces i make, the words i speak, the things i hate and love;&lt;br /&gt;you dont even know. &lt;br /&gt;ive long told myself to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i still harbour hope that someday you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years. &lt;br /&gt;4 years.&lt;br /&gt;1 year.&lt;br /&gt;5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the longest doesnt necessarily mean the most familiar. &lt;br /&gt;its upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanns bestie? im sorry. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107684518201250787?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107684518201250787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107684518201250787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684518201250787' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107677983287339765</id><published>2004-02-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T01:32:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love circuit training most. &lt;br /&gt;we ought to have it every week!&lt;br /&gt;fels, kiat, u guys hear this? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with rins to meet her 'date'. &lt;br /&gt;we were all so worried!&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that rins was probably irritated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but was totally fun trying to guess how he'd turn out!&lt;br /&gt;things were ok i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was max brenners later.&lt;br /&gt;then sentosa to bum around and watch the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107677983287339765?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107677983287339765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107677983287339765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677983287339765' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107669007213581291</id><published>2004-02-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:36:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valentines day. &lt;br /&gt;from a tribute to a catholic bishop, it's become something so commercialized.&lt;br /&gt;if you love someone, shouldnt everyday be valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;you ought to love the person unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;and not wait for a special day once a year to tell the person 'i love u'.&lt;br /&gt;how 'forced' does that sound? &lt;br /&gt;makes valentines day sound so 'im proclaiming my love because everyone's doing so and i dont want to be left out.'&lt;br /&gt;valentines day's losing its meaning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned with dearie, sweetie and honey yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and ate fish &amp; co with my bestie today.&lt;br /&gt;it's been yonks since i last did both.&lt;br /&gt;ages since i felt so close to all the dears and had so much fun with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary four life really makes you start to reflect more.&lt;br /&gt;or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107669007213581291?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107669007213581291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107669007213581291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669007213581291' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107652148999664534</id><published>2004-02-12T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T01:46:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>piddly paddy phooey dooey doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humpf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107652148999664534?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107652148999664534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107652148999664534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107652148999664534' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107643150229745117</id><published>2004-02-11T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:47:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;spinderella, cut it up one time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooohoooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107643150229745117?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107643150229745117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107643150229745117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643150229745117' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107634601957144507</id><published>2004-02-10T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:02:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; some people change lovers like they change their sheets, &lt;br /&gt;but I won't change you honey, you're for keeps.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to cut down the number of words in the essay i owe GGwong.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; over his stated word limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how much i can rattle on and on about something, especially when it's about a topic i feel pretty much passionate about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pineapple tarts today was disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;stingy drops of pineapple. &lt;br /&gt;phooey. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107634601957144507?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107634601957144507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107634601957144507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634601957144507' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107626037185095213</id><published>2004-02-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T01:14:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;hoochie coochie. where's my smoochie?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new template!&lt;br /&gt;duh. &lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be here if i didn't love it. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shall do the links and all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's so darn packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still having problems thinking up an extra special stuff.&lt;br /&gt;boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day's in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;and it's got extra special meaning this year. &lt;br /&gt;which, in a way, is stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got bee-you-ti-ful stuffs - or so i think - for all you dears out there.&lt;br /&gt;except for this literally biggest dear.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;so much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was just last week that i had this 'im all prepared for valentines day. why's it taking so long to come' feeling.&lt;br /&gt;phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107617332923024842?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107617332923024842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107617332923024842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617332923024842' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107574485790450355</id><published>2004-02-03T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T02:02:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagboard's up and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// cos you don't love me anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107574485790450355?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107574485790450355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107574485790450355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574485790450355' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107574081723475634</id><published>2004-02-03T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:55:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u just make me feel so inferior sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107574081723475634?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107574081723475634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107574081723475634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574081723475634' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107573811689445892</id><published>2004-02-03T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:10:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/followthetears/1075608636_sFayEarth2.jpg" border="0" alt="Earth Personality"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an earth personality. You takes things&lt;br&gt;seriously and are a deep thinker who is usually&lt;br&gt;interested in politics and will fight for what&lt;br&gt;he/she believes. You hardly ever fall in love,&lt;br&gt;but when you do, watch out world. You would&lt;br&gt;fight to the death to hold onto a relationship.&lt;br&gt;Your friends and colleagues see you as a rock&lt;br&gt;in the storm; someone stable and constant while&lt;br&gt;emotions rage around you. Be careful, because&lt;br&gt;of this you can sometimes be seen as&lt;br&gt;emotionless when, in fact, you are in touch&lt;br&gt;with your emotions far better than the average&lt;br&gt;Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/followthetears/quizzes/Elemental%20Personalities%3A%20Which%20is%20Yours%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Elemental Personalities: Which is Yours?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107573811689445892?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107573811689445892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107573811689445892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573811689445892' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107573421715861382</id><published>2004-02-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:05:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the fact that my tagboard's unaccessible to only me.&lt;br /&gt;i cant read any entries posted in the last.. 5 days or so?&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// this is bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107573421715861382?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107573421715861382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107573421715861382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573421715861382' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107557308036454247</id><published>2004-02-01T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T02:19:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging about movies i've watched isnt what i'd usually do.&lt;br /&gt;seems so substanceless etc etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;as if im doing movie promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in anycase.&lt;br /&gt;The Last Samurai was knock-me-over-blow-me-out-be-lar-deely-mind-blowingly cool!&lt;br /&gt;woooooo!&lt;br /&gt;samurais just have this x-factor. &lt;br /&gt;especially katsumoto.&lt;br /&gt;move over nick traina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love samurais.&lt;br /&gt;and ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;but i love mohicans most!&lt;br /&gt;especially &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; mohican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107557308036454247?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107557308036454247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107557308036454247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107557308036454247' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107539105657354779</id><published>2004-01-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:45:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;// i just called to say i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i just called to say how much i care.&lt;br /&gt;i just called to say i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107539105657354779?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107539105657354779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107539105657354779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539105657354779' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107521535004729278</id><published>2004-01-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:57:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"so sad. whie are pple lyk droppin into some bottomless pit when eir other "part" doesnt want them?" - dearie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing some blog reading today.&lt;br /&gt;found out some stuffs and i feel quite mean. &lt;br /&gt;im a bitchy gossipy woman who only cares about having fun and having things my way.&lt;br /&gt;shall be nicer to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;learn to love more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and i love you and i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont agree with the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;never have, never will.&lt;br /&gt;im not going to be forced into a mould and be a replica of something you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;you should know me best.&lt;br /&gt;but you dont.&lt;br /&gt;you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;but you dont.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you things just so you can be part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;so you wont feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;so we can 'bond'.&lt;br /&gt;instead you tell me off and preach to me about the right way things should be done.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of listening to that.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of being compared with THE seemingly perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armageddon's a beautiful tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107521535004729278?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107521535004729278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107521535004729278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521535004729278' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107496540967645656</id><published>2004-01-25T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T01:31:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sawadeka!&lt;br /&gt;im back from thailand!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the run-through of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day1 [21.01.04]&lt;br /&gt;12+pm flight to bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;i had to skip school! ergh.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at the shops and shopping centre near my hotel upon arrival.&lt;br /&gt;typical of me huh. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2 [22.01.03]&lt;br /&gt;visited floating market.&lt;br /&gt;its so pathetically empty!&lt;br /&gt;so much less locals marketing their goods on the little boats compared to like 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;though the boat ride was darn good. &lt;br /&gt;loved it!&lt;br /&gt;stopped at the temple there and finally got my photo taken with the python! wooo!&lt;br /&gt;it scared the hell out of my dumbass sickening brother. &lt;br /&gt;BUT my parents forced him to take one! haha. &lt;br /&gt;to make him appear more macho etc you know. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i was loving every minute of taunting him!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. very hooper-kingshawish huh.&lt;br /&gt;then it was visits to another temple, a leather factory, mahboonkrong - its this humongous shopping centre. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;shopped alot.&lt;br /&gt;and night market at night. suan lum night bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3 [23.01.04]&lt;br /&gt;a whole day at MBK - mahboonkrong.&lt;br /&gt;then off to the local chinatown - yaowarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day4 [24.01.04]&lt;br /&gt;total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;had a 1pm flight which meant we had to check out early etc.&lt;br /&gt;no shops were open so it was just strolling around in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangkok has fantabulous shopping!&lt;br /&gt;with super low prices and good bargains. &lt;br /&gt;my jaw practically dropped when i found out the prices!&lt;br /&gt;shopped lots till everyone complained - especially the pest.&lt;br /&gt;because parents insisted on following me all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;with all the stories they've heard of girls being kidnapped and sold off as prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;though that didnt stop someone from squeezing my ass the very moment i sneaked off from them.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he trips and falls and... its new year so i shant elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate sharksfin and birds' nest everyday.&lt;br /&gt;for every meal except breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;and the vegetables there are damnit juicy!&lt;br /&gt;*licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;haha. seafood's darn cheap and good too!&lt;br /&gt;prawns are like the size of mini lobsters?&lt;br /&gt;around the size of scabbies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so so so love the toot toots.&lt;br /&gt;and the thai people who are ever so friendly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;and there's quite a bit of eye candy. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to go back to bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my 'teeny weeny inventory' at quiz's request. [and possible for the viewing pleasure of anyone who cares to read down - most probably my dearie's and becks']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 pairs of earrings&lt;br /&gt;- 20 blank cds&lt;br /&gt;- a dress&lt;br /&gt;- 5 hand accessories[?] they arent really called bracelets or bangles&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pairs of pants&lt;br /&gt;- a skirt&lt;br /&gt;- 2 bags&lt;br /&gt;- a cd case&lt;br /&gt;- 2 pairs of heels&lt;br /&gt;- silk pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;- 2 polos&lt;br /&gt;- shawl&lt;br /&gt;- little cases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the stuffs i brought back for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing what's for who! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 6 bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pairs of &lt;i&gt;funkae&lt;/i&gt; earrings&lt;br /&gt;- bubbles pencilbox&lt;br /&gt;- blue flowy skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107496540967645656?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107496540967645656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107496540967645656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496540967645656' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107462090328509011</id><published>2004-01-21T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:49:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just feeling out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions. &lt;br /&gt;disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;dont want to leave for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;its chinese new year celebration tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and my last year celebrating in st nix.&lt;br /&gt;*makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;off all times to be away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be missing everyone loads and tonloads and truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;love you'all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107462090328509011?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107462090328509011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107462090328509011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462090328509011' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107375987498963165</id><published>2004-01-11T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T02:39:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;i love you guys so damned much i dont know how to put it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the best birthday i've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;with almost all the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;that's what made it uber special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanns: &lt;br /&gt;im really really really terribly sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;u say its not my fault. &lt;br /&gt;but if i didnt hold my bbq at ecp, it wouldnt have happened.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt keep nagging at all you guys to hurry, it wouldnt have happened.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much memories in that bag of yours.&lt;br /&gt;and i know memories are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;nothing i do can replace all that. ever.&lt;br /&gt;but promise id make up all that crumpler bag and wallet and replaceable stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;just gimme a couple of years. &lt;br /&gt;and we'd go on a shopping spree k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bambie:&lt;br /&gt;im very very very sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;and it wouldnt have happened if i didnt [refer above].&lt;br /&gt;i promise id make it up to you k? &lt;br /&gt;in a couple of years too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearie:&lt;br /&gt;i know you're under house arrest.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks so much for persuading your mum to let you come down etc.&lt;br /&gt;and for that lovely entry in your blog. and my red rose.&lt;br /&gt;you're my dearie. and you'd always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bambie/yins/fels/rins:&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for that so darn unique star necklace!&lt;br /&gt;honestly. i think its the first necklace that i really love.&lt;br /&gt;love that 'a little off' star. &lt;br /&gt;and the simplicity of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and there's the rose too. pink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec3sqd04/esp yingxuan, sokting, yingtung, wenxu, zo:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for da call zo!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for making the effort to come down and for the yummy crepes. &lt;br /&gt;strawberries are my favourite! haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks too for the bee-you-ti-ful roses. &lt;br /&gt;all 16 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wans/pams/bobs n bert:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming all the way down even though you had tuition, cell group [?] and the breaking of camp a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;and rushing down in a cab - bobs.&lt;br /&gt;n i love the rose wans! its sucha wanni por-ish color!&lt;br /&gt;plus thanks for the bear bobs! its limited edition. and purple. so me! haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sweetie/mobeen/honey:&lt;br /&gt;rushing all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;promising to 'chui' quiz n vanns. &lt;br /&gt;constantly picking up my 'hurry up' calls.&lt;br /&gt;and telling me not to be so kan chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheez:&lt;br /&gt;for being my bbq fire main life saver!&lt;br /&gt;without you there wouldnt be much bbq-ing done.&lt;br /&gt;and being able to make it down!&lt;br /&gt;i was so glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;[for your company and not cos your simply the best fire starter around!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongping:&lt;br /&gt;for the oh so eileen birthday presents - so much thought put into them!&lt;br /&gt;and being my photographer.&lt;br /&gt;plus the many times i called to pester you to get me a this and that and to check this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weihao/darren: &lt;br /&gt;for coming down and for all that help with the bbq stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;helping with the fire.. &lt;br /&gt;and the shirt.. new clothes! haha!&lt;br /&gt;for simply being there and being part of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ens/jess etc:&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy/mummy/pooku:&lt;br /&gt;i know you'd never be seeing this. &lt;br /&gt;or if you have, im probably in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;in anycase.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the past 16 years, for everything that you've done for me. &lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a humongous bongus beeeeeggggg thank you to everyone for making the effort and the trouble to come all the way down, to call and message and email to wish me happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;for trying to cover up that incident so it wouldnt ruin the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;[next time, dont try to? i really appreciate it. but we're all in this together.]&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how happy you've made me. &lt;br /&gt;how special you've made this day seem.&lt;br /&gt;how loved you've made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning sweet sixteen?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to take the good with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;going through the disgusting O's.&lt;br /&gt;but realizing the meaning of true friends and knowing that i've found them.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// i love all of you dears. &lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107375987498963165?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107375987498963165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107375987498963165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107375987498963165' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107297742292943661</id><published>2004-01-02T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:10:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;eiz's UPDATED birthday wishlist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- satoni paradise brown shoes&lt;br /&gt;- tod's cannes gold sandals&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gina rossi urban knit rose printed dress [$59]&lt;br /&gt;- gina rossi urban knit top [$39]&lt;br /&gt;- gina rossi urban knit wrap top [$39]&lt;br /&gt;- kate spade heels&lt;br /&gt;- 2 pairs of heels from charles and keith. [bring me along!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- canvas bag from anthropology [$138]&lt;br /&gt;- woven nylon bag from anthropology [$153]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guess pink reptile print shoulder bag&lt;br /&gt;- 2 tops from mango [bring me along!]&lt;br /&gt;- ostrich feather handbag&lt;br /&gt;- metal torque &lt;br /&gt;- fishermans pants [im fussy about the crotch placing]&lt;br /&gt;- studded black leather heels&lt;br /&gt;- pinstripe pants&lt;br /&gt;- basement jaxx latest cd - the one with Bingo Bango&lt;br /&gt;- puma shoulder bag - about the size of my torso and there's a zip on the underside of the bag where i can put shoes. dont want the blue one. &lt;br /&gt;- cold hard cash&lt;br /&gt;- pink sarong skirt. at least 3/4 length with the knot in front. make sure the material's thick. and that its plain pink only. &lt;br /&gt;- mesh sandals.&lt;br /&gt;- white skirt. [above knee level please.]&lt;br /&gt;- retro print skirt. [above knee level too.]&lt;br /&gt;- peranakan top [like the purple sweater one i had from KL. or the actual authentic one.]&lt;br /&gt;- peranakan slippers. &lt;br /&gt;- something corporate cd.&lt;br /&gt;- dashboard confessionals cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i cant think of anymore at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;but im very sure there's alot more.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107297742292943661?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107297742292943661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107297742292943661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297742292943661' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107290299974530897</id><published>2004-01-01T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T04:37:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know im quite late with this cliched greeting.&lt;br /&gt;but still.. &lt;br /&gt;its the thought that counts isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry's going to be pretty long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for countdown with millia and her cell group.&lt;br /&gt;started off at Elements, before the two of us got bored and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;traffic was terrible. we practically crawled.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to CHIJmes - much more happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. its a whole year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;time really flies, as cliched as this sounds.&lt;br /&gt;this year's the start of my last year in st nix.&lt;br /&gt;its actually quite saddening!&lt;br /&gt;after this year, we'd all be splitting up, heading for different schools of education.&lt;br /&gt;no more meeting up for recess, lunch, going towning after school, training for st john competitions together, bitching and gossiping during lessons..&lt;br /&gt;im going to treasure this last year i have in school.&lt;br /&gt;expect it to be a pretty mundane year though.&lt;br /&gt;mugging for the big O's. &lt;br /&gt;yet somehow i feel that i'd still be having much more fun?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. its either late night madness or im really feeling it in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's been pretty eventful for me?&lt;br /&gt;the best year in secondary school so far i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lots of sneaking out to town after school, countless photo taking sessions with dearie and the rest, the long holidays due to SARS, getting my long awaited piercings and hairdye job, shopping alot, buying lots of barang, finally getting down to tidying my room, getting into hell loads of trouble with my parents, getting dinkydoinks and clickopokey, bonding with squadmates and friends, reviving old friendships, forging new friendships that i know will last, getting together with that cute mohican, accepting Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on, i expect.  &lt;br /&gt;and in this new year ahead, as usual, im going to make my list of resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;a short one, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] no more failures for tests/exams. &lt;s&gt;unless i really really cant help it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] shall shop less, shant be such a compulsive shopper anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3] shant lose my temper so often.&lt;br /&gt;4] shant neglect family/ friends/ cutie/ dinky n pokey/ etc. in pursuit of other interests.&lt;br /&gt;5] shall study smart and hard.&lt;br /&gt;6] shall smile more often.&lt;br /&gt;7] shall not spend so much time dressing up and such.&lt;br /&gt;8] to grow in my faith, love and devotion for God. [yes i know. its a very un-eizie-ish thing to proclaim. but anyhow. id like to change. for the better.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a whole new year. &lt;br /&gt;with lots of new things to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;time to forget all the terrible mistakes of the year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;things will change, because changes are unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;this i know. &lt;br /&gt;and this you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id always be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107290299974530897?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107290299974530897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107290299974530897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107290299974530897' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107276609377945882</id><published>2003-12-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T14:35:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's reopening.&lt;br /&gt;and there's so many things i havnt gotten around to doing yet.&lt;br /&gt;plus im broke.&lt;br /&gt;this is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;its duper short! &lt;br /&gt;haha. and i liked my old hairstyle more.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just not used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107276609377945882?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107276609377945882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107276609377945882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276609377945882' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107245753113896544</id><published>2003-12-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T00:53:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just hate you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate myself for hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im not what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;i know there's always someone else who outshines me in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;even if i've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;i've given up on trying to please you.&lt;br /&gt;to make you smile and love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do's always wrong in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;even if i did it the best way i could.&lt;br /&gt;even if i did it the way i thought would make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;even if i went against what i deem correct, at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know me at all. &lt;br /&gt;even though you claim you do.&lt;br /&gt;how sad's that.&lt;br /&gt;it's hurting you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be who i am.&lt;br /&gt;and not a piece of dough you can shape to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me an ingrate. a bitch. a stubborn fool. a flirt. an ignorant ass. &lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to wash my hands off everything.&lt;br /&gt;and that includes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i love you too much.&lt;br /&gt;i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107245753113896544?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107245753113896544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107245753113896544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107245753113896544' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107228904821776733</id><published>2003-12-25T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T02:05:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pierced my body part!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering where, i wont tell you.&lt;br /&gt;ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed about the damned asphyxia project.&lt;br /&gt;because i simply cannot get hold of my partner.&lt;br /&gt;it's practically as if she's not in existence.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sweetie and lingwen in the morning for asphyxia.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with yongping in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve dinner with family at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was yummilicious.&lt;br /&gt;the attention from waiters/waitresses was great.&lt;br /&gt;the ambience was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;the band playing was fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;bluegrass music!&lt;br /&gt;learnt the waltz and the cha cha and the mambo and watchamacallit from this old man.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow mix everything up.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so darn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// So don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think he'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,&lt;br /&gt;He might blow up and kill this man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;and merry christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107228904821776733?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107228904821776733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107228904821776733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228904821776733' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107218837273057449</id><published>2003-12-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:03:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;all i want for christmas to make it a jangle bojangly merrylicious one. // make my [birth]day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;clothes. shoes. accessories.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;- hot pink racerback. &lt;br /&gt;- white retro heels. &lt;br /&gt;- zebra print skirt.&lt;br /&gt;- peranakan top. [the authentic one.]&lt;br /&gt;- levis jeans.&lt;br /&gt;- nail polish in every colour available. [no glitter and sparkles please.]&lt;br /&gt;- voucher for any major departmental store/borders/clothing shop. [you'd never go wrong with this.]&lt;br /&gt;-  black tube dress. [no lycra please.  my skin needs to breathe.]&lt;br /&gt;- butterleather ankle boots.&lt;br /&gt;- fisherman pants. [i havent decided on the colors i want.]&lt;br /&gt;- gold hoop earrings. big ones with no designs. &lt;br /&gt;- brown flats.&lt;br /&gt;- green flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;persuade my parents for me please.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a _______ piercing.&lt;br /&gt;- a _______ piercing. &lt;br /&gt;- a _______ piercing.&lt;br /&gt;- tattoo[s]. &lt;br /&gt;- a bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;- a black bunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;cds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ladytron. [i want the rest of their albums. already have Light &amp; Magic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* let me visit HMV first and i'd come back with an updated list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;if you have money to burn. and if you don't mind me loving you for eternity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour=black&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cold hard cash. at least S$1million.&lt;br /&gt;- a wrangler freedom or wrangler se. complete with the desired paint work and modifications and upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;- a bachelorette's pad. complete with furnishing. at any of the places i've been eyeing. contact me for more information.&lt;br /&gt;- an all expenses paid trip to europe. or maldives. or egypt. or india. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it takes alot to buy my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall add more as i think of them.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;should you decide to get me any of the above mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107218837273057449?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107218837273057449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107218837273057449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218837273057449' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107218058874246078</id><published>2003-12-23T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:58:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went towning with dearie today.&lt;br /&gt;bugis and orchard.&lt;br /&gt;i need lots of cash. &lt;br /&gt;cold hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been getting the giggles these few days.&lt;br /&gt;any cure? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dinky's ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;when i've been ever so nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;hrmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dearie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for accompanying me back to ms selfridge!&lt;br /&gt;such a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107218058874246078?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107218058874246078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107218058874246078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218058874246078' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107211313603197930</id><published>2003-12-23T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:13:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinkydoinks!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;he's so damned cute!&lt;br /&gt;so bloody hyper!&lt;br /&gt;cant stand it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107211313603197930?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107211313603197930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107211313603197930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211313603197930' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107193089445442112</id><published>2003-12-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:35:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im dedicating this special entry to genevieve ong.&lt;br /&gt;my sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets, im totally not pissed with you for blogging my shopping habits online.&lt;br /&gt;cos that's what makes me eiz? or so i think lar. haha.&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone has that kind of shopping habits yeah? &lt;br /&gt;or at least. not anyone i know. yet.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and not like i really mind people knowing.&lt;br /&gt;cos you didnt make it sound so darn bad on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;haha. besides. to think of it. its really quite hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;though i have to say im quite embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway. thanks for the dedication yeah?&lt;br /&gt;love you loads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107193089445442112?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107193089445442112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107193089445442112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193089445442112' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107183749210295891</id><published>2003-12-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T20:39:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being absent from ANCO because i was sick's spoiling my reputation!&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time im:&lt;br /&gt;1] so bloody jealous of everyone. those who went of cause.&lt;br /&gt;2] so pissed with myself for falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;3] so pissed with myself for slightly odd eating habits. everyone in my family thinks that's what contributed to my falling sick at camp. but that doesnt mean my eating habits are going to change. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4] falling out during footdrill.&lt;br /&gt;5] sitting out for so long during footdrill.&lt;br /&gt;6] feeling like shit after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;7] having cold and clammy skin and burning hot inside.&lt;br /&gt;8] boiling hot on the outside and freezing to death on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;9] unable to finish drinking that little green mug of water.&lt;br /&gt;10] needing someone to help me finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;11] feeling nauseous during footdrill. i think pregnant mothers have it bad if it feels the same for morning sickness!&lt;br /&gt;12] treated so nicely by the sirs and mams. not like they were never nice. but somehow they treated me like a friend of theirs? the way they talked to me and all. im touched!&lt;br /&gt;13] having a fever of 38.4 degrees. scared the hell out of me cause i didnt think it would be so high. and this is coming from someone with a normal body temperature of 36 degrees. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;14] had my temperature taken so many times. mams couldnt believe my temperature was so high cause my skin was either cool or cold. and i didnt look sick in the first place. the nurse at the hospital didnt believe me too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;15] i felt like crying in front of everyone! was so sick and pissed with everyone for not believing i was sick. and was so tired but everyone kept thinking i was just faking sick so i could pon camp! urgh.&lt;br /&gt;16] leaving early for home during camp.&lt;br /&gt;17] leaving without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;18] having so many people care for me and all. all the smses/calls/msgs/chats/etc. im so damned touched!&lt;br /&gt;19] having a 4 day MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;would like to make it 20 points. &lt;br /&gt;a nice round number.&lt;br /&gt;but arent i already pathetic sounding enough?!&lt;br /&gt;1 more point would just make me seem like the most pathetic attention seeking whiney bitch on earth!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to meeting up with all you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;flag day!&lt;br /&gt;pierce people!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! &lt;br /&gt;fun fun FUN! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107183749210295891?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107183749210295891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107183749210295891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107183749210295891' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107176167685607809</id><published>2003-12-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:35:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to come up with a new blog template soon.&lt;br /&gt;something with lots of photos. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;when i figure out how to use Angelfire, that is.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;ANCO sounds like a whole lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;wish i didnt fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;im missing out on all the new friends, dirty songs, green mug dance, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that. &lt;br /&gt;and i can only bitch about 12hrs of camp.&lt;br /&gt;this is sickening.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;though im really touched by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;all the smses/msgs/emails/chats/tags etc.&lt;br /&gt;asking me if im ok n all.&lt;br /&gt;and hearing lots of stuffs from my groupmates..&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so darn touched, happy, glad..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im just like.. overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107176167685607809?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107176167685607809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107176167685607809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176167685607809' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107164316524736765</id><published>2003-12-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:51:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im devastated.&lt;br /&gt;my one-of-my-current-favourites-cos-its-so-damned-unique-and-im-100%-sure-no-one-i-repeat-no-one-else-at-least-in-singapore-has-it violet peranakan sweater top's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my darling asshole of a brother.&lt;br /&gt;he put the obviously non-machine-washable sweater into the washing machine. &lt;br /&gt;while &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; trying to suck up to my mum because the fat ass overweight him ate something that he wasnt supposed to touch. &lt;br /&gt;HRMPH.&lt;br /&gt;im pissed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107164316524736765?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107164316524736765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107164316524736765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164316524736765' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107159667263079084</id><published>2003-12-17T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:43:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wans!&lt;br /&gt;here's a dedication to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your dedication on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;and i checked out your hunk.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just didnt see a great shot of him?&lt;br /&gt;cos i happen to think mine's cuter. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;but as long as you're happy and im happy right, wans?&lt;br /&gt;love u gurl.&lt;br /&gt;*hugstight*&lt;br /&gt;we'd bitch about ANCO and your hunk when we meet up with the rest of the Ziers soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107159667263079084?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107159667263079084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107159667263079084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159667263079084' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107159537971361971</id><published>2003-12-17T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:41:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>describe your &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [wallet] louis vuitton takashi murakami cherry blossom wallet. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. [hairbrush] err. this sounds terrible. but i havnt exactly used a hairbrush much less a comb for ages! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. [toothbrush] its white n pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. [jewelry worn daily] if there isnt school. its earrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. [pillow cover] blue n white kind of andy warhol-ish prints. as in da contrast. something like silk screen effect? doubt u'd really understand. cos i dont think im making much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. [blanket] mine's a comforter? matches my pillow case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. [coffee cup] its a cheery looking - so i think - 'with God all things are possible; have faith' mug with lotsa stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. [sunglasses] i've got a pair each of brown, pink, purple and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. [underwear] hmm. let's just say there's no VPLs. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. [cologne / perfume] its adidas fitness im currently using. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [CD in stereo right now] blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. [tattoos] hahaha. i've got lot of different designs in my mind! want to get one to mark my 16th birthday. i've got the perfect design for that particular tattoo too. but on second thoughts, i just might not see my 17th birthday with a tattoo. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. [piercings] three in the left ear and one in the right. more to come! i lurve the feeling of getting piercings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. [what you are wearing now] pjs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. [in my mouth] saliva? just drank water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. [in my head] concentrating on this little questionaire thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. [wishing] to skip the O's next year. to grow up faster. to get my bachelorette's pad. to get the job of my dreams. to go shopping. to have an endless amount of credits to my credit card. to spend more time with friends and the boyfriend. to have countless bitching sessions. to go back to ANCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. [after this] off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. [fetishes] hehe. its a deep dark secret. but i guess i'd let you in on one. i lurve feet! *wiggles toes* haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. [if you could get away with it and murder &lt;br /&gt;anyone, who and for what] murder?! im not all that violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [person you wish you could see right now] becks! [the cousin from down under.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. [is next to you] my phone, waterbottle, computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. [some of your favorite movies] italian job's still a favourite. so's matrix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. [something you're looking forward to] christmas and my birthday. and for O's to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. [the last thing you ate] crabmeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. [something that you are deathly afraid of] lizards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. [do you like candles] yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. [do you like incense] yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. [do you like the taste of blood] i aint a dracula or vampire or anything to that extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. [do you believe in love] of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [do you believe in soul mates] yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. [do you believe in love at first sight] not really. no die hard romantic here. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. [can you eat with chopsticks] of cos i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. [what are some of your favorite candies] mentos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. [what's something that you wish people would &lt;br /&gt;understand] we're all individuals and we need a little breathing space and time to chill. life's not a rat race. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107159537971361971?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107159537971361971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107159537971361971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159537971361971' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107155174418692216</id><published>2003-12-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T13:16:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phooey.&lt;br /&gt;im back from camp already.&lt;br /&gt;3days earlier than planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullfrogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i wont be signing the 4 extras i owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOR - &lt;s&gt;eileen&lt;/s&gt;. puay hoon. chee kai. li wern. hayati. hong yi. siti. &lt;s&gt;alan&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;yi yun&lt;/s&gt;. candy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107155174418692216?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107155174418692216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107155174418692216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155174418692216' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107141528725863622</id><published>2003-12-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:03:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off for ANCO in less than 7 hours time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fretting for ANCO.&lt;br /&gt;stressing for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;and my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair &lt;s&gt;jet&lt;/s&gt; blue black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have this feeling i'd be signing alot of extras.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. at least there's a limit to the number of extras you can sign.&lt;br /&gt;i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss everyone loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// i miss &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; like crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song by natalie cole's darn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this entry seems weird, &lt;br /&gt;its because i'm trying to type in perfect english.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i next see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107141528725863622?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107141528725863622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107141528725863622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141528725863622' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107133613840189774</id><published>2003-12-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:28:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate styrofoam cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did Thor flag almost entirely by myself.&lt;br /&gt;cept for pole attaching.&lt;br /&gt;its qt a gd job - so i tink.&lt;br /&gt;considering its done in 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex skumate recognized me cos of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes its gd to hav sucha unique 'asset'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wans&lt;/b&gt; ur my constant tagger. really appreciate it. kinda makes my day when i open my blog's pg n see a new entry in da tagboard. n its usually u. haha. love ya! *hugstight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(;&lt;/b&gt;who r u? haha. sheez? jojo? in anycase. thanks for da tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107133613840189774?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107133613840189774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107133613840189774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133613840189774' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107124893201778346</id><published>2003-12-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T01:09:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xxhazeleyesxx/quizzes/What%20attracts%20people%20to%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xxhazeleyesxx/1055085286_dyresult01.JPG" border="0" alt="People like you becuase you're a sweetheart!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What attracts people to you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love da beatles! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed day tmr. &lt;br /&gt;i lurve packed days.&lt;br /&gt;only when its packed wiv stuff i lyk.&lt;br /&gt;- meeting up wiv da Ziers for proj meeting.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them!&lt;br /&gt;- THOR flag painting.&lt;br /&gt;- xmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;- tkd dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh las!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;// i found that love was more than just holding hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107124893201778346?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107124893201778346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107124893201778346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124893201778346' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107107354035602217</id><published>2003-12-11T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:26:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF I KNEW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;br /&gt;That I'd see you fall asleep, &lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly &lt;br /&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door, &lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss &lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, &lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word, &lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time, &lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute &lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you," &lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day, &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, &lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight, &lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance &lt;br /&gt;to make everything just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day &lt;br /&gt;to say "I love you," &lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance &lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong, &lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get, &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;and I hope we never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, &lt;br /&gt;young or old alike, &lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance &lt;br /&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;why not do it today? &lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes, &lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time &lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss &lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone, &lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today, &lt;br /&gt;and whisper in their ear, &lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them &lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry," &lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." &lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, &lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107107354035602217?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107107354035602217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107107354035602217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107107354035602217' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107098255547586719</id><published>2003-12-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:09:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. n ANCO's going ok so far.&lt;br /&gt;dearie n i wanted to call it quits after day 1.&lt;br /&gt;cos we decided its a waste of time since we'd only b getting lyk one badge.&lt;br /&gt;tink of all da shopping time we're sarcrificing man.&lt;br /&gt;but tink da grp's damned bonded?&lt;br /&gt;its qt fun!&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;n i tink im qt speedy!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;cos my dearie n i r usually among da first to fall in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearies &gt;&gt; we're speedy n we ooze class.&lt;br /&gt;ooh la las!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im in da birthday mood! &lt;br /&gt;its lyk a mth to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;n im gonna hav a bbq!&lt;br /&gt;whooppees!&lt;br /&gt;all those who wanna come tell me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;ur all welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;tho i doubt any of u will respond.&lt;br /&gt;its so bloody thick skinned to go;&lt;br /&gt;'hey eiz. i wanna go for ur birthday bbq. rememba to invite me yeah?'&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107098225390148966?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107098225390148966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107098225390148966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098225390148966' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107072952902989197</id><published>2003-12-07T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T00:52:50.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in Thor for ANCO.&lt;br /&gt;seems lyk dearie. sweetie. vanns. quiz. arent in da same grp!&lt;br /&gt;vanns :: hydra&lt;br /&gt;quiz :: orion&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things will go fine.&lt;br /&gt;no one to watch my back ald!&lt;br /&gt;boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos for army market r up anws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im bloody broke.&lt;br /&gt;stop me frm spending.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107072952902989197?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107072952902989197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107072952902989197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072952902989197' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107064013100786263</id><published>2003-12-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T00:02:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;i won't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;i won't make a list &amp; send it&lt;br /&gt;to the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;i won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;cause i just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;what more can i do&lt;br /&gt;baby all i want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lyk dis song!&lt;br /&gt;mariah carey. she's got dis pretty great voice. &lt;br /&gt;even tho i dun exactly lyk her.&lt;br /&gt;contradictory huh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but dis song's so jingly n jangly n bingly n bongly!&lt;br /&gt;puts me in da christmas mood!&lt;br /&gt;plus dere's da tinkle crinkle in da backgrd music man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;but im having probs wiv da presents.&lt;br /&gt;dats sucha big headache.&lt;br /&gt;n christmas only means sku's reopening soon.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna b a sec4.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna leave st nix.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna sit for O's. &lt;br /&gt;dun wanna.. &lt;br /&gt;dun wan 2004 to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107064013100786263?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107064013100786263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107064013100786263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064013100786263' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107055773451710098</id><published>2003-12-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T01:09:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mini comp photos r out as well!&lt;br /&gt;its separated into 2 albums k.&lt;br /&gt;wanna take more pics n post more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107055773451710098?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107055773451710098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107055773451710098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055773451710098' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107053770185433370</id><published>2003-12-04T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:57:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KL n outing photos r up! haha. &lt;br /&gt;check it out under clickpoke yeah. &lt;br /&gt;KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;outwiv [gen.lings.vanns.jo.do.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107053770185433370?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107053770185433370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107053770185433370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053770185433370' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107047231402216317</id><published>2003-12-04T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T01:25:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: name; eileen&lt;br /&gt;: backwards; neelie [wada hell is dis asked for man.]&lt;br /&gt;: does your name mean anything? it means 'light' i tink. as in. bright n sparkly n shinning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: were you named after anyone? nah. im unique! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: nicknames; eiz. da rest, u oughta noe.&lt;br /&gt;: screen names; dere's so many! haha. but its all on my bottle. almost.&lt;br /&gt;: date of birth; 110188&lt;br /&gt;: place of birth; singapore&lt;br /&gt;: current location; infronta da comp.&lt;br /&gt;: height; i wanna b TALL!&lt;br /&gt;: hair color; kinda reddish purplish. hehe. i lyk!&lt;br /&gt;: eye color; dark brown or black?&lt;br /&gt;: what do you look like? hahaha. lemme see. i look lyk a cross breed between a bunny, hamster, squirrel, bear n human.  &lt;br /&gt;: how old are you mentally? mentally? lets juz say im smart. very smart.&lt;br /&gt;: describe yourself in 5 words; independent. vain. shopaholic. perfectionist. unique. &lt;br /&gt;: what are your worst qualities? im vain! hahaha. n a lazy ass as well. &lt;br /&gt;: what are your best qualities? urm. im unique! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE.. &lt;br /&gt;: any sisters? nah. i wish i had! sumone to bitch n share clothes n go shopping wiv! haha. n b my cover up as well!&lt;br /&gt;: any brothers? yeah man. a lil' old man.&lt;br /&gt;: any pets? lotsa fish. n a dinkydoinks on da way! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;: a disease? nada nada. im fit n healthy even tho im seriously lacking in stamina!&lt;br /&gt;: a personal phone number? handphone counted?&lt;br /&gt;: a leather jacket with studs on it? I WANT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;: a heroin needle? nah. im a gd gurl n i dun do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;: a pool or hot tub? nopes.&lt;br /&gt;: a car? nah. i wanna get my OWN car asap! lyk NOW! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR: &lt;br /&gt;: personality; wow. dere's lots i cld say here. haha. but all who noe me definately noe me rite? haha. &lt;br /&gt;: driving; its not dat fantastic. haha. i ram my car into everything at da arcade games. dats how great a driver i m. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;: car or one you want; wrangler! argh! wrangler SE or wrangler Freedom! a toyota Rav4 will do fine too! n i wanna personalize my car! n before i get my car i wanna get a vespa! piago will do fine too! haha!&lt;br /&gt;: school; st nix.&lt;br /&gt;: relationship with your parents; its pretty gd? haha. cept when they start giving me bloody long lectures on stuffs n start going on n on abt da pain in da neck oh so perfect lil' bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU? &lt;br /&gt;: believe in yourself? definately. if i dun, who wld?!&lt;br /&gt;: believe in love at first sight? nah. its too perfect to b true. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: consider yourself as a good listener? i keep interupting during stories. but at times when u need me, yeah i can keep my mouth shut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: consider yourself as a good friend? am i a gd fren? u decide. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: get along with your parents? most of da time! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: save your e-mails or convos? i dun really bother deleting emails til my inbox's full. n msn auto saves convos. &lt;br /&gt;: pray? yup!&lt;br /&gt;: believe in recarnation? nah i dont.&lt;br /&gt;: like to make fun of people? guilty as charged! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: like to talk on the phone? yeah man! but NOT wiv pple eavesdropping!&lt;br /&gt;: like to drive? i cant wait to learn to drive! n get my own car!&lt;br /&gt;: eat chicken fingers with a fork? i dun really even touch chicken much anws! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: type with your fingers on home row? i tink so? haha. &lt;br /&gt;: sleep with a stuffed animal? all da time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS/ARE? &lt;br /&gt;: right next to you? my phone, waterbottle, pen, shopping list. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;: in your room? gosh. lotsa stuff. lotsa furniture dat u probably hav in ur rm too. &lt;br /&gt;: on your mouse pad? i dont use one. haha. tink it hinders my mouse's movement!&lt;br /&gt;: your dream car? hehe. scroll up n refer. haha! n add in all da upholstery etc!&lt;br /&gt;: your dream date? no curfew. haha!&lt;br /&gt;: your dream honeymoon? new york! haha. but sumwhere more romantic i guess. lyk da maldives? paris? or sumwhere exotic wld b gd.&lt;br /&gt;: your dream husband/wife? sumone very special. who loves me n can accept me for who i m. &lt;br /&gt;: your bedtime? late late late.&lt;br /&gt;: under your bed? da floor.&lt;br /&gt;: the single most important question? hmm. it depends on da situation etc!&lt;br /&gt;: your bad time of the day? trying to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;: your worst fear? dat everyone i love will go away sumday. im afraid id lose them!&lt;br /&gt;: the time? 00.35am.&lt;br /&gt;: the date? 041203.&lt;br /&gt;: the weirdest food you like? veg? haha. yins says im da only person she noes who looks happy eating rabbit food!&lt;br /&gt;: the hardest thing about growing up? da lack of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;: your funniest expierience? dere's so many!&lt;br /&gt;: your scariest moment? when i thought i was going to die. &lt;br /&gt;: the stupidest thing you've said? haha. ur asking sumone who frequently embarrasses herself! dere's lyk donkey loads!&lt;br /&gt;: the funniest/desperate thing you've said to get the opposite sex? hmm. &lt;br /&gt;: craziest thing you've done while with your friends? qt alotta stuff!&lt;br /&gt;: the worst feeling in the world? guilt. &lt;br /&gt;: the best feeling in the world? being loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE: &lt;br /&gt;: number; 6ixty 9ine.&lt;br /&gt;: color; black! pink! gold! silver! white! orange! yellow! purple! green! so many! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;: day; friday.&lt;br /&gt;: month; january.&lt;br /&gt;: song; its currently Turn Me On n Powerless n Hey Yah!&lt;br /&gt;: movie; hmm. nothing too ditzy or bimbotic for me. im anti qt alotta movies! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: food; fruits n veg!  &lt;br /&gt;: drink; water.&lt;br /&gt;: veggie; carrot. iceberg lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;: tv show; eco challenge. documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;: radio station; 98.7, 95, 91.3&lt;br /&gt;: store; spotlight n ikea! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: animal; all those 'my kind'. leopards, lions, pumas, jaguars.&lt;br /&gt;: flower; tulips. lilies. bird of paradise. roses.&lt;br /&gt;: state; new york! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST.. &lt;br /&gt;: last thing you heard; bro asking me to see his drawing.&lt;br /&gt;: last thing you saw; read an sms.&lt;br /&gt;: last thing you said; gd nite poo. [to bro.]&lt;br /&gt;: who is the last person you saw? poo. my bro. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: who is the last person you hugged? pams.&lt;br /&gt;: who is the last person you fought with? hmm. my bro? if u count kicking him when he came to wake me up dis morning.&lt;br /&gt;: what is the last tv show you watched? nigella lawson.&lt;br /&gt;: last time you cried? 14th feb 2002. haha. n no. i din get dumped ok!&lt;br /&gt;: what's the last movie you caught? wishing stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT: &lt;br /&gt;: what are you wearing? pjs.&lt;br /&gt;: what are you doing? filling in dis n chatting.&lt;br /&gt;: who are you talking to? quiz. sweets. shawn.&lt;br /&gt;: what song are you listening to? moonwalker. haha. its lyk always on play!&lt;br /&gt;: where are you? infronta da comp.&lt;br /&gt;: how are you feeling? bored. n kinda excited n jumpy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;: who are you with? im alone. cos everyone's visiting slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;: are you in a chatroom? nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;: what day is it tomorrow? thursday.&lt;br /&gt;: what are you going to do after this? off to bathe. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;: who are you going to talk to? im heading straight to bed. n maybe hav a talk wiv bunny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: where are you going to go? bed. my rm.&lt;br /&gt;: how old will you be when you graduate? frm st nix? sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;: what do you want to be? a self made tai tai. &lt;br /&gt;: what is your dream? b a lawyer working in shenton way. n riding a vespa to work - fashionably dressed of cos, n a wrangler later when im richer. n to open a chain of cafes n to retire a rich tai tai who goes on shopping sprees every yr to france during da fashion week to buy da latest fashion! haha!&lt;br /&gt;: where will you be in 25 years? id b 40. n hopefully richly retired wiv 3 kids. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF: &lt;br /&gt;: what do you like best about your body? my blistered injury prone scarred feet. haha!&lt;br /&gt;: and least? da pimple on my nose! eek!&lt;br /&gt;: how many fillings do you have? none! ive got beautiful teeth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;: do you think you're good looking? nah. im pretty averaged.&lt;br /&gt;: do you look like any celebrities? nopes. pple tink im trying to copy cynthia koh's holland v character. let me clear dis up once n for all. I CUT MY HAIR YONKS BEFORE HOLLAND V WAS AIRED. SHE COPIED ME! n im not sucha copy cat/poseur for pete's sake. hate dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107047231402216317?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107047231402216317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107047231402216317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107047231402216317' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107038247673419615</id><published>2003-12-03T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:28:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mini comp cum training &lt;i&gt;day&lt;/i&gt; camp dis 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;bet its da first time in sj history dat we're having day camps.&lt;br /&gt;wada hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had outdoor cooking. &lt;br /&gt;my beansprouts omelette was qt gd!&lt;br /&gt;haha. considering its cooked outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;minus da proper equipment.&lt;br /&gt;n my rice was almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiat cut her finger.&lt;br /&gt;bleeded lyk.. &lt;br /&gt;lets juz say we all started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;n rushed her off to rinse it.&lt;br /&gt;lyk da gd first aiders we all r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation dis yr was great.&lt;br /&gt;i tink its da best ever.&lt;br /&gt;or at least its a prize presentation dat i really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;wivout being a bundle of nerves n all.&lt;br /&gt;prizes were fantastic! haha.&lt;br /&gt;n things were really touching.&lt;br /&gt;pity wenxu wasnt dere.&lt;br /&gt;id love to b able to personally giv her her prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wenxu, onyee: im so prouda u guys. best leader, best FA, best nursing - 2nd yr yeah? cont' working hard u two!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq at downtown east later.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt downtown east sound lyk sum high end shopping district?&lt;br /&gt;singapore's beverly hills, saks avenue, 5th avenue all rolled into one?&lt;br /&gt;lyk, 'im going to downtown east for sum shopping n high tea.'&lt;br /&gt;trotting ard in manalo blahniks n leather coats.&lt;br /&gt;in a more suitable climate tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all da same. &lt;br /&gt;it was as fun as shopping!&lt;br /&gt;haha. missing all da hopians man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;i needa go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i miss town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107038247673419615?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107038247673419615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107038247673419615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038247673419615' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-107013143964672887</id><published>2003-11-30T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T02:44:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tink dis song's so damned beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;n its not often i say a thing's beautiful k.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,&lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted,&lt;br /&gt;GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance&lt;br /&gt;Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, &lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance....I hope you dance. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.. &lt;br /&gt;(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along &lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i feel lyk going shopping!&lt;br /&gt;lyk juz shop til i drop.&lt;br /&gt;got lotsa things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] plan my bday related stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;2] plan christmas related stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;3] plan sj bbq.&lt;br /&gt;4] suggestions for tuition gathering.&lt;br /&gt;5] plan outfits for certain occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i tink dere's act still alot more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a damned happy gurl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-107013143964672887?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107013143964672887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/107013143964672887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013143964672887' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514010.post-106995169689288919</id><published>2003-11-28T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T00:48:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a love hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;wiv my bloody pain in da ass yet &lt;i&gt;occasionally&lt;/i&gt; [note dat da 'occasionally's pronounced in a very very xtremely reluctant manner.] loveable bro.&lt;br /&gt;n tink i more or less love him only when he's slping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n check out nelly furtado's latest song playing on p10.&lt;br /&gt;it cld do wiv sum overplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos dis life is too short to live it just for u&lt;br /&gt;but when u feel so powerless wad r u gonna do&lt;br /&gt;say wad u wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514010-106995169689288919?l=sixty-nine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/106995169689288919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514010/posts/default/106995169689288919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixty-nine.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995169689288919' title=''/><author><name>eiz</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></entry></feed>
