<?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-8285818</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:24:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PaRanOia...</title><subtitle type='html'>DaMneD FoR uR Own EmoTionAL AUTISM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-114383850126747363</id><published>2005-12-28T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:09:23.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'VE MOVED!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;http://nezzs.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rhwoarr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;New blog. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bury old blog. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:} :} :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-114383850126747363?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/114383850126747363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=114383850126747363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/114383850126747363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/114383850126747363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-moved-www.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111495376407356369</id><published>2005-05-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:23:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At stevendawnie's bloggin this now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is a day of experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Backup singing for this morn's worship service, and met jack on e train there. We were talkin bout something that i guess was on e whole team's mind ya. One by one, our team for this sunday was like facing severe spiritual warfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One wif a sorethroat, another called in sick this morn, another had a bad night before, another at his grandma's passing, another sprained her ankle, and another strained his shoulder.. It was actually kinda scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we took heart that if e devil(irritating git. .)'s bothering us, that means we're on e right track in drawing people into e Lord's presence. Else IT wouldnt have bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after a soundcheck gone wrong which left us with only 10mins to prac.. guess our morale was kinda low. But still, we prayed and just let it be a time of pure worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know wad, suddenly noticed flags at e back of e chapel waving. Janet and Janice were actually dancing wif huge flags, one red one blue. (red for redemption.. blue for Holy Spirit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, personally, when i saw e flags and my sisters rejoicing over by e chapel door.. felt really encouraged and in a way, protected. Flags are used in battle for signs of victory and it was like our very own mini colour-party there. Especially when they danced at e chapel door, e opening, it just felt. .right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shared with Dawn and she had e same sentiments too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's times like this when we are literally brought to our knees to commit everything to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adonai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111495376407356369?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111495376407356369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111495376407356369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495376407356369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495376407356369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-stevendawnies-bloggin-this-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111495046440439715</id><published>2005-04-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:25:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Bitchianoes hit town today!! *smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;. . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okok.. it all started with e darf Russel Peters thingy, with e 'Indiano' and e (oh gosh, how could i forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;'I give you good price. $34.50!') name 'Bitchianoes' basically stuck with tsu, aka Psychobitch, and me :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It sounds like some kinda freak mafiaso family or somethin knoes? Mwahahaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So anywaez, we headed for haircuts first at far east. Tsu 'persuaded' me to have a new look by her fav hairdresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reluctantly did so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And i knew something was definitely wrong when we headed for this salon called "D.I.V.A." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But e cut turned out really well tho. Hehe, it's cropped once again. It's now Shlong. (tsunez's lingo for short-long) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweeeeeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We headed all over on this whacked shopping spree after that. Hahaa, she got me e Last Empress book in return for a book thong at Borders. (Sigh.. such a name for such an innocent object. .) But e dumb thing was i needed dress sandals and a top, and we intended to head for FarEast again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BACKTRACK: Tsu's parents met us halfway thru for lunch at Orchard Towers.. e belacan salad was superbly good :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But dunno wad possessed us to walk in e direction of Heeren... *smacks forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then along e way there was this Starwars promo procession with Darth and his cronies walking down Wisma to who-knows-where, and we kept laughin hysterically over this fat Luke Skywalker with a potbelly. Oh yeah.. cutest thing was Darth had e breathing thingy &amp;amp; e Starwars Theme ~durdur dur duuuur~ playing repeatedly frm inside his suit too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All in all I blew like close to 100bucks(!!!) on tat day itself. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My darn SAVING resolution all shoved up my yeah-yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But it was a really funkay day out lahz. Gotta cherish it while we still can. Hahaa, alrighty.. off to play Aliens vs Pred now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;jh introduced me to e joys of facehugging mere mortals. Whahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsu.. PUR-LEEZE improve on ur shopping stamina alright??! Oh, and e butt neos' still perky. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111495046440439715?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111495046440439715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111495046440439715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495046440439715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495046440439715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitchianoes-hit-town-today-smirk.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111495152166957780</id><published>2005-04-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:47:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Heyhey, guess wad.. im gonna have my teeth whitened!! *grins with sparkly grin now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Or shall i say TOOTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had this childhood accident when i was like 5 or something, and it left me with a brownish tinge on my upper front tooth. So durin this sch dental checkup thingy(in those mobile clinics, no less) i was askin e doc whether it was a crown or a filling left for too long by previous dentists.. and whether it's possible to change a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SHE SAID YES!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh, God is awesome. Blissed.. blissed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy to announce it's now 2 shades whiter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hahaa, ahwells.. but wad struck me durin e wait in e mobile was that there were these 2 boys before me (one on e dental chair) who were like totally freaked out by e experience. And i mean FREAKED out. Maybe me, and many others i'm sure, have been blessed with a capability of not being terrified of visiting e dentist... but still it's really heartwrenching to see these boys so traumatized. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;E boy on e chair had his legs practically convulsing.. and when e doc started e screechy -screechy-thingy-that-basically-evryone-hates-to-hear to clean his teeth and gums, e boy sitting jus next to me started to perspire. Real bad. He was squinching his eyes up whenever e "screeeeech" takes place and little did he know i was like captivated by e beads of sweat pouring down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But still, everyone has their weakneses. The 2 boys for e dentist experience.. and something else for me. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111495152166957780?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111495152166957780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111495152166957780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495152166957780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111495152166957780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/heyhey-guess-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111458713772962212</id><published>2005-04-27T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:32:17.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This post is dedicated to publicising [tsu:]'s &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(wad's with e colon and those boxy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thingys huh, gal?)&lt;/span&gt; awe-fully ugly blog which im soooo envious of. Yups. *polite smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, anywae.. jus go visit &lt;strong&gt;thinbitch-fatcow.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt; alright? She'll love u to bits if u do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mwahahaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ciaozees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;--&gt; psst.. u owe me TCC this sat, you psychobitch you, for extra colours and sprucing up! And yesh. I still lurve you lahz~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:PpPp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ur neo-nazi bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111458713772962212?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111458713772962212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111458713772962212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111458713772962212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111458713772962212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/disclaimer-this-post-is-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111372821387604989</id><published>2005-04-16T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:59:49.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was like this cloak of peaceful calm over e 2 tables at e restaurant tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We're celebrating gran's birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As for e cloak thing? Nah.. jus bullshitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We may be anticipating or even resigned to wadever fate that may befall this family. But still, we cling on to e hope that ah ma will get thru this new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Made this card for her as a bday pressie. Nth much i know.. jus a whole family pic in front, deco-spruce it up a lil, and penned somethin for her in chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;yeah.. C.H.I.N.E.S.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;oh, surprise surprise~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And e adults were like damn excited knoe. As if they've never seen anythin like it before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well... actually come to think of it. . they've really never seen anythin like it before. . ... heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Personally felt that it was kinda simple cause it's killing me to express wad i felt in chinese, but guess it's e effort right? ahwells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But was kinda touched by wad me big bro did. He actually framed up some pics of him and gran at some of his BB functions, and gave her his Founder's badge. He slogged 18/70 of his life away for that badge and then now he's givin it to her. Gosh... he really does have a heart. hahaa, kiddin lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All in all, i think gran was really savouring the time she has. She said stuff like this dinner might be her last with e whole family and all, and it's really painful hearing that. But still, we plain have no control over how long we have left before e Lord calls us home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like i said. We cling on to hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111372821387604989?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111372821387604989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111372821387604989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372821387604989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372821387604989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-was-like-this-cloak-of-peaceful.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111372558347501894</id><published>2005-04-15T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:21:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is beauty really both a blessing and a curse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does character really change all circumstances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thrown apart by principles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The immaturity of it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slipping away.. slipping away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hurt's constantly there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your glance is of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in it. Not of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111372558347501894?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111372558347501894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111372558347501894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372558347501894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372558347501894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/les-miserables-is-beauty-really-both.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111372683374801774</id><published>2005-04-08T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:35:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word to describe wad im feelin: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gran been told that she has cancer. It's finally been let out in e open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The worse thing was that just a few weeks ago while havin dinner with e whole family, she sorta gave a speech bout how thankful she was that she's been given a second chance in life and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;e stupid, painful reality of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our parents are now discussing whether to let her go for chemo or not. Really dunno. We, as kids, jus shaddup and watch/listen no matter how much it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, Your will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111372683374801774?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111372683374801774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111372683374801774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372683374801774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111372683374801774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-word-to-describe-wad-im-feelin.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111261606267705363</id><published>2005-03-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:01:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Uh-huh. Today was cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went to mike &amp; elena's place at BishanParkCondo(u heard me Ade.. BishanPark!! whahahhaa! and it faces e sch too. *winks*) in e evenin for vocal training wif e worship team. Sis Ruth is such a sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;And e apartment? It is ohmegosh gorgeousez!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's uber chic and bright. Plus two dogs running about to boot. (jackie keeps sliding it's butt on e polished floor. .gross.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anywaes, prac was really helpful. In so many ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Din know jerry has a baritione voice..sigh~ Hahaa, and tat mine matches sandra's when we sing. And tat sharon has a lovely, light sweet voice. And tat dinner of fishball mee turns cold after 2 hrs. . . ahwells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's dead in e night now. I'd letcha knoe how next wk's session turns out then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Goo-nite ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111261606267705363?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111261606267705363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111261606267705363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111261606267705363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111261606267705363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111261420645402671</id><published>2005-03-25T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:22:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh so early in the mornin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To start this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the perfect way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To close my eyes &amp; bow my knees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Father, take Your will &amp;amp; let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To scream in frustration, or break into tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To pour out my worries, my sorrows, my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To mourn at the losses this world can bring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yet smile when i think of my perfect King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To recieve a hug, or steal a kiss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To fervently pray for those I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To ponder, to ask, yet I'll never see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why He chose to bleed on that old, rugged tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But one thing I'm sure, is that through it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Although I'll stumble, trip and fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll press on with His amazing grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And one day.. oh one day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll see His face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Blessed Easter darlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111261420645402671?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111261420645402671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111261420645402671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111261420645402671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111261420645402671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111157005034186312</id><published>2005-03-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:27:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried talkin to him today. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Failed miserably.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God... im dumb till i couldnt have seen it comin sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn! And i thought i've gotten e self-control wingding ingrained in me already..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling dead guilty too cos i keep havin thoughts tat i didnt quite put it to him as wad i intended too? Heaven forbid if he hears those words and it shoves itself up his arse or somethin along tat line. . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worse now since nair changed seating arrangements.. he's like within 4feet radius at most. And his seating partner's.... oh, nvm. Let's jus say i wished she would spare me details. I havent got e capacity to contain my jealousy at all times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate this. It shouldnt have come down to this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im childish, idiotic, yet.. i think at least wise enough to understand consequences before it totally defuncts me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111157005034186312?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111157005034186312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111157005034186312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111157005034186312'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You basically rawk my world babe~&lt;br /&gt;Cheerie0os for ur whole new 17th yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*uber huge grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope u like e pressie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love ya loads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Biatche_sistaz kick ass-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111140496416577769?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111140496416577769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111140496416577769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140496416577769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140496416577769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-happy-bdae-preet-you-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111140467666347151</id><published>2005-03-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:31:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ka-ching baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh gosh.. it's been oh-so-long since me and daddyo last went on a shopping spreeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Total bill sorta amounted up to 122bucks with me+dad both chipping in.&lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Starters, it waz off to Beach Road for.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bdae pressies (cant tell wad. like DUH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GoldenMiles' famous beef kwayteow (do i count tat in?? Oh wadeva. .) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then it's off to Bugis slash Bugis St. Damn.. tat's was e bucks flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gio v-neck tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bodyshop lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adidas sportsbottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;iNK Haversack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;iNK Slingbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And e household stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Plant pesticide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hair ionic straightener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Basically it was dead fun. Company rawked especially. Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks pops.. it was great bridging e 'gap' (if dere ever was one!)&lt;br /&gt;-muacksterz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111140467666347151?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111140467666347151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111140467666347151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140467666347151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140467666347151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/ka-ching-baby-oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111140360901475089</id><published>2005-03-16T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:40:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im laughing my butt off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whahahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kays, it all started wif lil ol muah surfin a lil net.. checkin out friendsters' account to accept invos frm e junior councillors.. (Adonis dear, for e 492,671th time.. u're ALREADY in my account alright?) when this invo came up under e name of 'opss chio&amp;amp;shuai'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems like there's this someone out dere (obviously wif no life) who happens to take vivid fascination in tryin to find all e pretty/handsome/chio/shuai/wadeva students in sch and adding them in this webbie. After i laugh my guts out for like eternity, have to admit tat i was kinda flattered la. . but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg! For heaven's sake, u dont have to stoop so low!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know, e page even has this ranking system that rates ur looks frm A* to C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this warning tag that states "yOU cAn aDd uS iF u thInk tHat u haVE thE lOoks. But STOP ADDING US IF U HAVE BEEN REJECTED!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manz.. seriously cant believe e shallowness of society at times. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is beauty, brawn and breasts all ppl think abt nowadays??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okok, let reality slap us in e face.. who wouldnt want to look at pretty stuff right? Even i would choose to stare at a bouquet of roses than a pile of manure. But to let this admiration become an obsession... it's too much knoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Character still plays a huge majority in a person's life. Heh.. tat's my opinion. Not sure bout urs ya? But wadeva it is, just take it with a pinch of salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;U'd get wrinkles mulling too much over all these :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111140360901475089?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111140360901475089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111140360901475089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140360901475089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111140360901475089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-laughing-my-butt-off-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111072693080032178</id><published>2005-03-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:19:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh boy oh boy slash gollee-gee!! March hols are here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arh crap. who am i kiddin. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's gonna be like classes EVERYDAY of this week ppl. So whoever rubs this H-word into my face will die a slow painful fate worse than O'levels alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywaez, at least me weekends are sorta more relaxing la. Still keepin to my schedule of meeting Janice sat morn for BS, then it's workwork at spcb, then if God and my finance permits. . it's an evenin show bfore gettin back to work again. Mostly art at night. Keeps e nightmares away lahz..... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know, sometimes i feel e pressure building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only cos of work.. there's also e case of my elder bro doin his O's well (L1R4=13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im definitely happy for him. But then there's all e bloddy "your kor is in e NORMAL stream, yet can do soooo well. You in the EXPRESS stream, sure can do loads loads loads better ya? See, he only has to put in 2 choices out of e 12 choices. Soooo confident that he will get in ya?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apologies to all those normal academic/tech stream peeps. . not sterotyping, jus example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unneeded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uncalled for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unwanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh... it comes to e point even where it's either pleasing me or them. Sure they'll say do what u want and follow ur dreams yadayaada.. but ultimately, most of e time they'll be upset/disappointed when u do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know wad, only thing right now is to jus to my best and then i'll have all options open to crack my cranium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wowness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111072693080032178?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111072693080032178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111072693080032178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111072693080032178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111072693080032178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-boy-oh-boy-slash-gollee-gee-march.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111001446475429092</id><published>2005-03-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:21:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh.. would u believe me if i said i ran off to e library jus cos im tryin but damn, im failing miserably to constantly keep this special bond goin but im tempted to give up whenever i see him cos i dont think he's even bothering? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought not. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's messy. It's hard to comprehend. But most of all it's hurting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think im feelin insignificant now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111001446475429092?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111001446475429092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111001446475429092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111001446475429092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111001446475429092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-111001388729275817</id><published>2005-03-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:11:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SCI rawked!! okok.. im supposed to be a lil sad bout it lahz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So.. sigh... SCI was horrible. sniff sniff.. it's our first and last cos we'll be graduating. *bawl guts out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But seriously, u could feel e tinge of sadness among e senior prefects(tat means us.) thruout e whole ceremony. We started off as prefects and then now it's transitting over to being student councillors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juniors, u go kick some ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After e "stuffiness", carried on our tradition our yum-seng.. pics-taking.. and of cos, our yishun LJS makan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haahz.. but this yr, bein our last, we paaar-teeed at safra after din. It was so cool. Bowling slash pool slash nuah session slash guys fighting over which gal to send home. . whahaaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But sweetly, bobo and i walked there after dinner and really talked things out. Then prayerfully, when he was sendin me home, we talked even more. Wad actually happened.. wad's gonna happen. . mm.. thank God for e opp to do so. Definitely wont wanna see a 4yrs friendship thrown down e UOB building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;kaays..It's now officially 1 am and im gonna fall dead any moment now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today basically rawked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-111001388729275817?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/111001388729275817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=111001388729275817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111001388729275817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/111001388729275817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/03/sci-rawked-okok.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110932926532395483</id><published>2005-02-25T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:01:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ya know.. there come times in ur life where u feel it's as if God's testing ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On whether u truely rely on His ultimate love and strength to carry u thru wadeva u may face, on whether u really have pure child-like faith to jus pour evrything out to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno whether tat sounded blasphemious, or whether it's jus me in a foul mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But knoe wad? If it is true. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so not gonna fail this test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i love Him too much to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But depressingly... it so so so tough to do it!! Argh! Satan is such a s***head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately been havin these huge migranes tat keeps throbbing and throbbing and blah blah blah, assignments are really killing too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even now while im sittin here a-bloggin. Wad's runnin thru me noggin is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 5 tests comin up. Physics, SS, and Lit on mon. Chem on tues. Hist on wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Art assignment to finish up. Obs.. developments.. layouts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rehearsals on both SCI and Speech Day evry wed, thurs and fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh.. normal schwork of cos. Thankfully im only left wif maths, eng vocab, eng compo, physics, and yeo's wayway overdued camp reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tryin to balance oh-so-precariously my family, service, friends, studies, funtime, finances, (not in order of cos.) but it's been so tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel so taken for granted at times. Shant elaborate too much on why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes it's also on my part.. be it im too over-sensitive, or thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darn.. God help me. Literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, if u refer to e first paragraph eh? U'd see why im still sitting here typin instead of sittin in some miserable toilet cubicle slitting my wrist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy up there is beautiful. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im goin back to mugging now peeps. Dunt forget i love u guys   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110932926532395483?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110932926532395483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110932926532395483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110932926532395483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110932926532395483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/02/ya-know.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110916120517543153</id><published>2005-02-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:25:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im baaaaack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;....for e second time round. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And dang.. does my blog look gooooood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hope u peeps wont miss e "face" too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*uber huge grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's like oh-so-much tat i wanna type and say and yell, but.... mind's kinda all jumbled up now. zzzZZZz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sO.. BRIEF summary alright? heheh.. here i go to scream my lungs out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;-Speech day's comin up and my days are bein eaten up wif drill, drill and more drill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Once again i'm proud to say tat im thankful for mumsy&amp;papa for their genes cos once again i'm right marker for our contingent :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and... most splendid of all, this yr GB's Guard of Honour!! whahahhaa~ kiss our perky lil &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-insert ur own word here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;-Dying a slow slow death frm art prep work. 12 layouts + 12 developments cropped frm 8 observations in ONE WEEK is enuff to defunct u nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;-Hot topic for e Limmies these days is... ~drumroll drumroll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MY COMPLEXION! yayz.. mummy's a beautician so obviously she doesnt want me to freak her customers all away right? (i've been lockin myself up in my room to mourn kays. it's THAT bad.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now they're feedin me this pill tat comprises of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1) Bear's bile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(2) Snake's gail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(3) somekinda chinese-chinese-herb-which-i -obviously-dunno-how-to-pronounce-and-wont-to-refrain-makin-a-fool-out-of-meself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It supposedly helps to cure cancer and it's gran's remedy for my face. (Like i said.. it's THAT bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh yeah.. not to forget e Essence of Fish thing extracted frm e snakehead fish they give me evry 2days to help cleanse ur blood or somethin along tat line. But it tastes reaali good knoe? no kidding. So no complain on this side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But evry ups has it's downs.. and this "downs" is FACIAL!!! argh!! It really really x 247,5819 times worse than normal pain. And i'm not exaggerating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is why im not mummy's facial ambassador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sigh.. welcome to my life peeps. Where lil ladies purely suffer for beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But on a lighter note, bloggie's been revived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i've still more renovation work to do... sooo wadeva then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz. .. . :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PS: If ur name's not on my 'others' list.. dead sorrie. But dunt cry. Knoe wad u shld do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;    Tag me ur link lahz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110916120517543153?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110916120517543153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110916120517543153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110916120517543153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110916120517543153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-baaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110742068421343477</id><published>2005-02-03T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:26:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sorry for not updating till now peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Juz got back frm Mount E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Grandma's down wif jauntis. She went for an op on mon to remove gallstones frm her liver (Saw them. They're dead freaky. Cant believe that these kinda things can manifest inside our bodies u know?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then docs just informed us that they found cancerous cells around e area.. so instead of a small incision, they prac sliced an inverted V down grandma's ab to remove e cells :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still running tests to see if e cancer has spreaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Praying real real hard cos if it does spread, she'll have to go for chemo. And pls.. she's already 73. Chemo will jus kill her. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got to admit, i couldnt stand to be in e ward. There's this sick sorta dried blood smell inside.. and grandma didnt look like grandma at all. She couldnt speak, and we wont let her cos it required energy, plus some of e aunts believed that bad "qi" would go in her body or somethin like tat after e op. Her complexion's all yellow frm e excess bile and it reminded me of how death looked like on my granddad when we were in malaysia for his funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But u know.. u dont care bout this things when that person lying there is ur loved one and part of ur life. When i was massaging her feet to keep blood circulation goin, all i thought abt was how thankful i am that at least these feet were still warm and she could still acknowledge our presence knoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Man..&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Im tired too. Running back and forth frm hos is slowly killin me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Missed classes for 2 days already, tues and then now todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Supposed to be getting grocs to cook dinner tonight (missin prac later..) but stopped by to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So really thank God for those peeps that are still pressing me on, and keeping me&amp;amp;family in prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah kitty... I'll be strong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110742068421343477?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110742068421343477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110742068421343477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110742068421343477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110742068421343477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110716267601500761</id><published>2005-01-28T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:11:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKaayz~ keep ur head on ppl. Im &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u-p-d-a-t-i-n-g&lt;/span&gt; alrite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mm.. have gotta tell bout todae. Or more importantly... tonite. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suddenly realise tat im an uber expensive gal. mm-hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JH asked me out. (did sorta burst his bubble when i reminded him it wasnt a DATE. . but tat's besides e point.) and he practically paid for evrything! And i do mean EVRYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He was workin at Windows cafe near Club St, done wif work.. headed to pick me up knoe. dead sweet.. but all round kinda dumb. could have met him at raffles or something. But cos of tat, had so-called special previledges if we went to e cafe to dine. Ambience was real good.. mm.. met sarah dere. She's takin e nite shift. And e buggers had this reserved corner table wif candlelight and this huge (empty..) display winebottle they took down to place there. They placed out ALL e cutlerys too. . . damn. Dinner was yummy. Had complimentary chixs wings and guess wad.. ox tongue. yup. OX TONGUE. It was no wonder i had this nagging feeling that i've heard of Windows bfore. It e cafe famous for their ox tongue sandwich :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And in case u're wonderin, it tastes like turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-He paid for dinner-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We had 5 mins left to head for Indoor Stadiun. He got tixs for e Perth Wildcats vs. Sydney Kings bball match there. (e Kings won!! whoo~ was hopin they'd win cos e support for Wildcats were like overkill.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Took a cab to e stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-He paid for cab fare-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Match ended kinda late cos it started at 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brought me to Cosy Bay for dessert. (me and my big mouth.. he was askin whether i was hungry. said no, jus a lil thirsty and... ta-da!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had to pay a min of 20 bucks bfore they'd let us have a seat at e top of e abandoned lighthouse turned uber nice place to makan. Wanted to refuse... but noooooo. E darling insisted tat it was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A glass of limejuice+ glass of fruit punch+ peach gelato+ choc mocha gelato= 28 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And yesh. This zhi cha restaurant DOES have gelato.. and really really good ones too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Paid for e ambience wad.. and wasnt disappointed. E view is gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But e 'best' part of e night was when we were figuring out how to get home and i suggested e NR2 bus frm esplanade lahz. Frm e top of e lighthouse thingy, saw suntec and this path next to e river leadin to it frm pebble bay condo. After dessert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-He paid for it-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;took a looong but cool, few kms walk down towards suntec.. chit-chatting.. when i sudd realised tat e suntec towers was like... next to me. With e s'pore river between us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There was no place to cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-convo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;inez: erm.. how we gonna get across?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;JH: i dunno lehz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;inez: later this path leads one whole round how. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;JH: nono, dunt worry. It'll only come to a dead end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;inez: ...... thanks, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And he obviously was right. Reached a dead end wif this flyover over us, decided to walk via e flyover till we reach city hall or somethin. So we cut thru this grass slope thing, expecting to come out to e road, but ended up at this uber ooloo-ooloo path. Ya know those gravel paths tat's totally dark ,and then suddenly a pathetic light appears at e end of e path leadin curiously into a forest?? We were facin tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And e worse thing was.. e flyover was still flyin over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then.. wonder of wonders(!), there's was a lone taxi few feet away frm us wif e uncle lookin suspiciously dead. But then he threw a fag out and we used this as a good sign to go and beg him to ride us out to e s'pore durian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-he paid for e cab fare.. again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fell dead asleep on e bus on e way home.. dunno wad happened durin tat time. dont wanna know either eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And for e first time in my life, e guy who goes out wif me.. comes home to stay over instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;in my bro's room lahz.. duh! He's my bro's frien afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had a great time tho. Been soooo long since i last enjoyed myself out. wif all expenses paid for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh wait... it's e only time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hehe, nytez peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110716267601500761?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110716267601500761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110716267601500761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110716267601500761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110716267601500761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/okaayz-keep-ur-head-on-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110624041837433873</id><published>2005-01-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:09:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today is real emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's Merv's aka Papa's bdae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merv,bryan,xietingfung,looncifer,ko,preet,mich and muah hit town tog to celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But it's also e dae i lost my black tube dress! ARH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dunt wanna think bout it now... am prayin it's still SOMEWHERE around this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pls pls pls. I only wore it once on Christmas '04 for heaven's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Plus we were hitting town in semi-formal too.. so e gals were like begging cum forcing me to wear another dress cos they're all wearin too. But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;--&gt; 37 degrees dress: too casual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;--&gt; Pepper dress: too mature, but sadly.. it's e other(only) option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No choice but to wear e Pepper one. But i look so freaky, machiam working adult like tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It fits nicely, but was like goin over e knees and stuff. So. . took a belt and tugged e excess over till it turns to a black mini, man! wahaa~ preet was goin "woah~style~~ i like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anywaez, we wreaked havoc at suntec cafe cartel, 2 of their towers, e whole fountain area. Went dere a lil later to join them, but they wreaked on my behalf in millenia walk &amp; ritz calton bfore i came (muahahaa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Had loads of fun. No point bloggin EVRYTHING down... wait for e pics to develop first then!! *grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nitez then ppl.. kinda shacked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enjoy tml's break toO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S: oh yeah.. preet was sayin somethin bout no pic takin in threes or e middle person gets bad luck?? wad's with that.... ... but in e end we still took. duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and yesh. i stood in e middle. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110624041837433873?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110624041837433873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110624041837433873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110624041837433873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110624041837433873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-is-real-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110606383125196800</id><published>2005-01-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T00:08:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;18th January. -year unknown-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;19:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One by one, they all died away. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this place. F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;rom my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;They all died from 'it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Triggered by water, gone by fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Daddy tends the tombs. He cuts their heads off first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The fire scares me... I'm wondering when will it be my turn next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Not so soon.. not so soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Big brother is in madness now because of 'it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He will be next.. he will be next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I thought of him again tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He was big brother's sworn one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sworn through bloodpact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I caused his death. I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I couldnt sweep the water away in time... 'it' soaked through the two layers he wore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The look of absolute terror on his face at that moment is still vivid. Still haunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He was looking at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried again tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(e nightmare i had this evenin... it still scares me.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110606383125196800?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110606383125196800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110606383125196800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110606383125196800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110606383125196800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/18th-january.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110598128429573426</id><published>2005-01-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:01:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So here i am once again to tell all of how i was utterly humiliated. . . again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Had this uber cute roleplay durin eng lesson bout a court scene after e Titanic disaster, wif e accuseds being ppl aboard e ship at that time playin major roles.. and were thought to have been e causes of e tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Farni thing was that we were all supposed to be dead and "gone down with the ship" rite?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was e radio operator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;First thought tat came: "die. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anywaez, Su was e judge. And jus let me say tat if this was reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Second thought tat came: "die. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So THE moment came when hel stepped out to defend his case. He was e iceberg lookout that was supposed to be on duty at e time aboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And guess wad our beloved judge posted. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Wad were you lookin at?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;*smacks forehead* Seriously ques of e century, manz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But e best is yet to come! Now.. at tat point of time, del (diot! u hear me?!) jus had to open that mouth of hers and comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"obviously e radio operator lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . . . . . . . .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;cue- *moronic laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Therefore, due to this unfortunate incident.. 4A2 has been led to believe that e Titanic sank bcos the lookout had been busy... well, LOOKIN at something, or SOMEONE else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last and final thought tat came, ppl: "DIE. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110598128429573426?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110598128429573426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110598128429573426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110598128429573426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110598128429573426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-here-i-am-once-again-to-tell-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110589129113694492</id><published>2005-01-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:01:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tiger Cup 2005 has been one of e greatest victories for e Lions now..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh purleeze.. it's like their ONLY victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okok, all u soccer freakz can come and wallop me to pulp now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I stay at one of e blks in sembawang. Hope tat helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Riiight. So can i explain myself now? kays. Kinda disgusted by e way we are actin towards these guys who go out dere and play their guts out. Remember a long loooooong time ago when we kept erm.. LOSING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh yeah... tat time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah. Tat time. We were e ones criticising them like wad and then now.. ta-da! Practically e whole damn stadium is filled wif red&amp;white. clap~clap~clap~ How supportive of us! Comin frm e very same peeps who threw a trashcan lid at our 'foreign guests' too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not sayin tt im not happy wif their 2-1 win, but im not exactly elated or bursting wif pride either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mm.. okay. Think i'll keep my comments to myself (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eh, nono... i mean to this bloggie premises) since it's comin frm a gal who thinks it's S'pore VS India e f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;irst time i switched on e tv. . .IND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;wad....... okok, bimbo alright?! hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All in all, conclusion shall be that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;t's a guy thing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110589129113694492?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110589129113694492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110589129113694492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110589129113694492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110589129113694492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/tiger-cup-2005-has-been-one-of-e.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110580934761186656</id><published>2005-01-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:41:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me. In all seriousness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wet ur toothbrush, squeeze the paste, and then brush ur teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or do you squeeze the paste on ur brush, wash half of it off, and then brush ur teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanna know. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110580934761186656?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110580934761186656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110580934761186656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580934761186656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580934761186656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110580846188980081</id><published>2005-01-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:10:19.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's been finally revealed (courtesy of darling mummy)... tat im a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MIXED-CHINESE, MIXED-PORTUGESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i only got to know this.. like, 15 YEARS LATER(!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks alot ya. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thought things like this only happened in movies or those canto dramadrama serials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haiz.. so now not only are e comments others make bout which country/continent/planet my looks represent are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Eurasian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. (e latest and most freakiest) Japanese. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've got Portugese to add to e list too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i thought that e worse one was that i look 28 when i was 13..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh wait. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It is still e worse one. . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110580846188980081?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110580846188980081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110580846188980081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580846188980081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580846188980081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-finally-revealed-courtesy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110580717743850690</id><published>2005-01-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:03:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today amkpc has a milestone in it's history ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We held our inaugural service(finally..) in our uber uber gorgeous chapel this afternoon!! *grinz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Real cool. This family has really grown into something many can be proud of man.. oh, sniff sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seriously am soooo grateful tat Daddy has brought me to this place and these bros&amp;amp;sises-of-Christ for almost 3 yrs already. Wad say you to another 3 yrs? and many, many more??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;whahahaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But less 'speechy'-like now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;jh came wif my parents, bro and yve for service today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh man.. wad is my kor tryin to play at?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Will never forget e "entertain him. ." part too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Think wad.. im ur geisha issit??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ooh... went off to J8 to look for retro specs after e buffet dinner (yummiez.). And, wad-coincidence!, jh had to head to bishan too. So we jus went walkwalk lohz.. got to know him better tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;man, dint even knoe such a completely thoughtful and gentlemanly guy existed knoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But did remind him tt it wasnt a 'date' or anything. heh.. me and my principles eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had great fun today. Especially when muah parents were talkin to e peeps in my life durin dinner. Hahaa, cant help smiling lahz :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im off to slp now then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ciaoz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110580717743850690?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110580717743850690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110580717743850690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580717743850690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580717743850690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-amkpc-has-milestone-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110580555015774060</id><published>2005-01-14T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:28:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here i go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scream my lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would u believe i missed my own gb promotion, ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh.. time can be such an arse at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly schedule was to end classes.. head for chiB class.. then for gb promotion parade, before it's off to some reservoir for an outing thingy wif e new sec1 batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know wad. classes ended.. headed for chiB (which draaagged on for another bloddy 45mins...) and by e time i came down, saw e gals falling out wif their ranks and certs and huge huge smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Conversation wif mag aka miss foo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inez: So sorry. Had CLB lesson. (Rach frm chiB was hoverin abt, so tat makes it extra convincing. .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mag: ok. (looks at parade square where gals are fallin in again.. ~hint hint~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inez: nono, im havin a hist test now too. And art lessons. And councillors' meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mag: ok. So i'll just mark u excused then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inez: kays. erm.. wad time are u all leavin for e reservoir? i'll join u all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mag: *smile* Not going already. We'll be playin captain's (freakin) ball instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inez: (stoned look) . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To top evrythin off, kitty was at spcb mugging and needed quiet company, so i went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But think i made kitty angry or pissed or somethin... and maybe even vice versa too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do i really complain that much? Did i even complain at all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh.. time can be such an arse at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110580555015774060?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110580555015774060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110580555015774060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580555015774060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110580555015774060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110552110510628378</id><published>2005-01-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:11:45.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Dammit... in a horrible horrible mood now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Missed lessons. (and peeps of 4A2, it's soooo NOT bcoz of a rendevous wif yc!! u can shaadup bout it now.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;In pain coz of a freakin diahorrhea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(mm.. dunt even knoe whether it's spelt that way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mummy said somethin bout too much sun and wad e Hokkiens called "seep juah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(mm.. dunt even knoe whether it's spelt that way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Whole face is pale and dead scary.. yeeuck. . feelin very impregnated too,man... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(mm.. dunt even knoe wheth. . oh wait. Yup. It's spelt that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;On a brighter note, took time off for extra rest, extra time for e bloddy hist assignment on ColdWar (whee~ im left wif 3 more ques!) and extra time to revamp my friendster account plus transfer music to my muvo too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;heh.. not so bad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;okok.. gotta help me bro out wif his latest obsession now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Makin muffies. . . God help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;2nd batch tasted like Churros tho.. heheheh~ NO need to blow moola away alreadi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;buaiz peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110552110510628378?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110552110510628378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110552110510628378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110552110510628378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110552110510628378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110545895686469135</id><published>2005-01-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:00:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mm.. Grouched todae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lemme rant first kays? Bfore we move on to so called 'hAppiEr' stuffz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Riiight. First term and im already swamped wif work plus assignments ... sigh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"wad to do.. wad to do.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Service in church startin to take it's toll too... (not only wif e standard COOL comm, Pierced team, backup singing. .) but there's this valentine's dae event comin up soon and im part of e comm too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGENDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leadin love songs wif grace.&lt;br /&gt;-Gracie (worship)&lt;br /&gt;-Nezzie (secular)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pubicity work wif comm.&lt;br /&gt;-Corny love storyscene wif Tommy this comin sun.&lt;br /&gt;"oh elvis!"...&lt;br /&gt;"oh marilyn!"....&lt;br /&gt;(dry run on sat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EVRYTHING REVOLVE ROUND "RETRO" THEME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh yah.. get tassle thingys frm jack. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;So basically jus dead packed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;But on a brighter note.. it is still God's strength i rely upon anywaez. Definitely not mine.&lt;br /&gt;And chiB totally rawks too! Papa and i were laughin our butts off when we saw e o'level compo sample. Let's jus say it reminds me of kindergarden lahz... wif e "u're supposed to complete e picture story and dere's even helpin words! Oh wow~ fascinating!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it.. why shld service to Him eva be a burden??!&lt;br /&gt;Crapz... shld be thankful each &amp;amp; evryday and enjoy it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;okiez.. tat's all then. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Still left wif maths and lit to complete.&lt;br /&gt;Nynitez darlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;*cold.. unfeeling... helps to know tat im pissed wif you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110545895686469135?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110545895686469135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110545895686469135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110545895686469135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110545895686469135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110537519757312198</id><published>2005-01-09T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:39:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's a beeeautiful dae! Jus went for a haircut last nite ppl... heheh.. funky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was quite sianz already... cos most of e time, stylists will tell me that cos my rebond work is wearin off and e "quans" are comin out.. so majority of e styles cant be cut. But farni thing was that this time at causeway Protrim, e guy jus passed me this mag and asked me to look for e design i wanted. In my mind was like.. " even if i rack muah cranium to choose, u'd still gimme that stoopid 'quan' excuse rite??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But to humour him.. i chose a style and ta-da! Wonder of wonders! He actually cut it knoe.. woah~~ Thank God tat it wasnt some kinda freak look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heh, but im still lil ol me. Jus a more funkier me. (in my opinion lahz! cannot zit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anywaez, spent like half an hr in e chapel tryin to chase out this diotic bird that was flyin around inside and couldnt find it's way out. We opened e windows, but it kept flyin higher... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ironic thing was... i thought i was e only one chasing e pwetty birdie, but in e end, found others tryin to shoo.. oh i mean.. HELP it out too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sweet rite? Ur head arz.. they either dint wan it to "shit all over e place", or to "die inside and stink up e whole place". (Frm their own mouth and words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saw my ghost todae too. Startin to appear evry so often ever since he left this place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mm.. thanks for sat dar. . it was great fun. Hope u dint mind e lil. extra too. hahaah&lt;/span&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/8285818-110537519757312198?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110537519757312198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110537519757312198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110537519757312198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110537519757312198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-beeeautiful-dae-jus-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110537390277648256</id><published>2005-01-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:07:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Man.. im like all BurNed now frm e camp. Half my face is peelin out or something.&lt;br /&gt;And would u all pur-leeze stop askin me "How come ur face so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blaaack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hah? Thought these few days all raining??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;DuH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The camp rawked. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tho e imps were kinda spoilt.. ya knoe they get to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Western food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Fried rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and savin e best for last ... FUJI APPLE, NO PESTICIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Loved last dae e best still. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;Kiddos had to go muck around for area cleaning, and we could finally (finally!) get some decent peace and quiet. hahaa, all of us were in e multipurpose hall nuahing.. majority slpin. Oh yah, ah Di was sooo cute. She was squashed among all our barangs in e corner snoozing.. and she's like freakin small! So fits perfectly among all our sleeping bags and stuffz.&lt;br /&gt;Guyz jus sprawled themselves all over e floor.. typical. Aiyah, finefine... it's called Malebonding okiez?&lt;br /&gt;As for muah, damn farni also.. 4 of us. me, jac, peiqi and ber were like huddled round this &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peanutbutter biscuit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tin&lt;/span&gt; *heeeeehh.. lil. bliss on earth*&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. no lahz. We're NOT psycho. Jus that jac brought her mini radio, we got 2 borrowed hp wif radio functions, and basically selfconstructed this pathetic mini-combo thingy on the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peanutbutter biscuit tin&lt;/span&gt; *heeeehh. . .*&lt;br /&gt;Then juz stoned in front of this contraption and listened to 98.7.. tried to guess which song will come next.. humiliated ourselves as usual by singin...(kays.. maybe a lil psycho lahz.)&lt;br /&gt;Heyz.. i was rootin for 'male band' kz. Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But all in all, made new kakis like e B2 imps (I-mash!!!) and of cos... bearbear.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know him better. All thanks to muah dead flushed red face durin e camp... great openin topic manz... hahaah. Alright. Tired..&lt;br /&gt;Bloggin out ppl.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110537390277648256?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110537390277648256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110537390277648256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110537390277648256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110537390277648256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110485379109358270</id><published>2005-01-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:49:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Arrrrh!! Get those kids away frm meeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Man.. dunno wad happened, but e s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;eemingly innocent lookin 1B2 kiddoz suddenly warped into hypermischevious imps or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*rubs cranium..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Whole dae of games and teambuilding, and definitely not (and seriously CAN'T) forget e OP ScavengerHunt arz! Oh rah-rah.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was lookin after peeps frm reg 1-20, and they were STILL goin on bout "wad's ur name?!!" thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hahah, an instructor frm outside Protege Inc. was attached to e group too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nice guy of 22 yrs, Wei S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;iong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kiddos were tryin to shove him and me tog by e end of e day. yup..dotz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imps: (in freakin chi) Brother wans ur hp num!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;neZ: (in act-blurriness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; hah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Imps: BearBear (siong mah..some lame chi stuffz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; yao ni tian hua hao mah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;neZ: hah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imps: Ah siong wans ur NUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;neZ: HAH?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;But he did ask for me num in e end lahz.. obviously away frm them. Kays.. shant elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Word of e Day-- detached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E councillor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;babez kept shovin me to him also! Damn. He's attached for wadeva's sake! Saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;a 'darling' on his hp while keyin in num, (i asked for permission first to view one k.. mm... good gal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Only freakz will replace someone's name wif Darlin or Dear or My Future Wifey in 6 yrs Time. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(hor kitty horz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;?) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Then faz was like "then detach him lahz." Wad the....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uber no c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;omments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Started off by callin him e Uni Guy tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Couldnt control my amusement when e leaders (uniguy, faz and muah) had to intro themselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Great. So now im known as "I-mash".. or even "mashed potato"..... and e best one, ~drum roll~drum roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"da jie da"!! whahaa~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seriously had probs tryin to rem evryone... but there's uber uber cutie Alex, he's so tiny!! Oh yah.. Eric looks like a mini Konchok knoe... freaky. But shows tat he's gonna be dead gorgeous when he grows up. sigh~*wistful look* And e gals are like followin wadeva i do! Play piano.. play piano. Go washroom.. go washroom. Sat on table.. sat on table. Etc... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wonder wad's gonna happen durin camp tml till fri. woah. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it's seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;loa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ds of fun. This shld be my best sec1 class in 3 yrs ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trainin my maternal instincts or somethin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;But this batch is totally fortunate. Gonna have archery, rockclimbin, abseiling, blah blah... and u call this ORIENTATION??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmm.. alrighty. Gonna go pack now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Blog 3 daes later then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Muackz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110485379109358270?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110485379109358270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110485379109358270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110485379109358270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110485379109358270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/arrrrh-get-those-kids-away-frm-meeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110476910487479162</id><published>2005-01-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:03:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL = 1/2 ELATION + 1/4 DEPRESSION + 1/4 CONFUSION + 6/8 DISGUSTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT E SIGHT OF LING LAO TAI !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But all in all, first day went awesomely well! okok.. largely due to e fact that e prefects... OOPZ!... i MeAN &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COUNCILLORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (dammit.. they tore down our prefects room to change it to a fweakin GIFTSHOP?!! Moola grabbing diots....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anywaez.. we were excused frm classes to take e sec1s under our darling maternally/paternally developing wings lah. hehe... am in charge of 1B2 and they're dead cute~ kawaiii!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Was crappin round wif them and sorta got them to open up more but then e scary part was tt they started chasin me round after sch cos i din wanna tell them my name, but got them to tell me theirs (It's hell tryin to rem 39 names kays! dunt even bother tryin. . )Wah, freaky knoe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hahaaaz, then now they're makin fun of me and this total honey called Fahyad. Man.. nostalgic la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"fahyad likes e preeeeee-fect~ fahyad likes e preeeee-fect~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh wadeva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gonna be outta class all e way till next mon. Facillitatin orientation camp at Amoy Quee site too. heh... slack arh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Allowed to wear cca tee tml cos of e OP scavenger hunt thingy too. (For 3 yrs already man.. zzZZzZZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh! and e best thing tat happened to me todae? Dear dear kinonn wanted to gimme a ride to sch via cab this mornin noe. *smilez* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BUT......!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We're supposed to meet at yishun taxistand at 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I waited till 715 i tell u! And u shld knoe im dead particular bout e guy bein earlier than e gal too. Was prac fuming when had to take e train then run to sch cos im takin flag-commandin at 725. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Freakin bell rang when i stepped into e pref... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COUNCILLORS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;room. Thank God bobo took over for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[Bobo, u're a sweetie (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kays.. gtg sleep now. . another looong dae tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love ya peeps, great to cya all again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110476910487479162?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110476910487479162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110476910487479162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110476910487479162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110476910487479162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-day-of-school-12-elation-14.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110468250423436936</id><published>2005-01-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:56:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think today is one of e worst days of my lil life. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day started off wet and gloomy, with my head throbbin with a slight headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was supposed to sing backup but only realised it too late when i reached there, and saw poor jerry standin next to this miserable empty microphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was pourin like mad by e time we came out of service. Thought we'll be headin for cell, but found out it's a combined COOL meeting instead and e comm din even discuss bout it. Evrythin was sorta last min but thank God evrythin ran smoothly tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;still pourin. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rushed off to bishan to grab some stuff ,but not bfore i was hit again by another freakin jealousy syndrome by e Man &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Downthere. But e Lord is merciful.. my faith in Him will NOT be torn b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y bloddy sinful desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's still pourin. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;By e time i headed home and then to pingz place, mind was goin mad both physically and emo-nally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bein me, I'd jus blame it on sch startin tml or even better.. e weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But knoe wad... irregardless of wadeva, still wanna thank Him tat at least im still alive to face another sucky day. If He's able to carry me thru todae, trust He'd definitely be able to carry me thru now &amp;amp; forevamore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been ages (3 yrs to be exact.) since i last cried over someone.. especially when it's a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Din wanna think abt it. Would rather jus take evrythin step by step, day by day. Hate changes. .but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"E only thing that never change is change itself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So-called last few days with you and yet, totally blew precious time away by either havin petty quarrels.. or even not really talking jus so to ignore e obvious fact that things are gonna.. sigh.... change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost emo-damaged myself to death jus seein u around when all i wanna do is buang my head on e wall frm a killer migrane (hope that explains e grouchiness..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesnt help tat u're alwayz surrounded by ur many meimeis, and that im born horribly jealous either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(hope that explains e msg..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me time kays? So not used to this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also.. no. Definitely no. Like i said, It's my prayer that we wont grow distant or lose this special relationship.. cherish u too much for tat to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. Think im gettin too mushy already.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and heyz, im jus a phone call away too :} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ur boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110468250423436936?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110468250423436936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110468250423436936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110468250423436936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110468250423436936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/think-today-is-one-of-e-worst-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110460015808214422</id><published>2005-01-02T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:22:38.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riiight.. so we stayed up till round 7 in da mornin before it's off to mac for brekkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;zzzZZzZz. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Took a "short nap" till 5pm when i reached home. sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yaah.. mummy, i made a new friend todae. *wittle girlie blush* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's a GUY. (gasp!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeahyeah, how contraversial ppl... anywaez, one of me bro's frien (as we are tryin to protect e referred party frm further "demoralization", we'll jus refer to him as JH shall we?) gave me a...eh?.. Christmas pressie. yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And there's somethin goin on bout how last yr's stuff shouldnt be brought over to e new yr?? Arh... crap lahz.. those pangtang peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's uber sweet, noe.. a teddy bear somemore. (damn.. suddenly have this freaky deja-vu feelin.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;T.E.D.D.Y.B.E.A.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All i can do is pray tat this is not another potential hi-can-i-be-ur-future-bf-cum-husband situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nice guy tho. Charming. Charmed e pants off daddyo durin dinner too.. (i made pizza!!!) Dad now thinks JH's God's gift to a financially disabled family cos he's workin and calculative and smart and charismatic and blah and blah and e best of all, BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tired now.. knockin off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pleasantville rawked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nitezz ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PINGZ DARLING, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! and yah..i wont forget it's 10.33pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110460015808214422?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110460015808214422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110460015808214422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110460015808214422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110460015808214422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/riiight.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110450326126588088</id><published>2005-01-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:25:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ARZ PEEPS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOT AND NEVER BLAH.. BLAH.. BLAAAH!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm finally a sec 4 freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sO.. accordin to unreliable sources, this means im now anti-fun, pro-bookwormie rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hyeah.. now at stevendawnie's place wif loads and loads of uber crazeee bros&amp;amp;sises-of-Christ who decided NOT to go for e Countdown, but to have rounds of Bridge and Cranium instead. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hehe, no lahz.. say until so.....*evil smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Decided against Countdown too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wouldnt mind if it's in town but since it's at sentosa.. NO WAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not gonna don a bikini and go gyrate wif miles of hyper-horny ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Like mamane says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Go there wif bikini.. on e way home, eh? Where's my bikini??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or in simple simple words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"U're gonna get STRIPPED baby!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And come to think of it... WHY E HELL ARE WE CELEBRATING WHEN A FREAKIN TSUNAMI DISASTER JUS OCCURED???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh man.. okok.. so e fireworks display is off and there'll be a one min of silence for e victims, but oh pls. . it's still kinda.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not expectin e whole Countdown to be called off lahz! Plannin comm nightmare i tell u. But it's still kinda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh well, off to have fellowshippin now. Stayin over till tml..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Enjoy urselves but not too much pls... have a heart kays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110450326126588088?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110450326126588088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110450326126588088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110450326126588088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110450326126588088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-arz-peeps-should-old.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110434320600480726</id><published>2004-12-29T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:16:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For those who cant figure out this entry........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"too bad."..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wad is wrong wif me!!! It's like totally pms-sy all over again except this time NO pms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just feel so utterly sad wheneva i look at or talk to kitty.. it's kinda depressin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And yet, just wanna be around this person cos there's this... this.... dunno how to describe this.. warm, fuzzy feeling?? Just somethin-i-cherish-and-think-is-uber-special feeling. Sounds better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Like i said. . dense. U just dunt know, or if u're clever enough.. u choose not to know. Which is for e best anyway, for im just one of e many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn. petty jealousy, get out of me! I have a life, for evryone's sake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And im not gonna go into all those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh, you're radiating like a woman in love! or a hormone-ny teenage infactuation! A crush you knoe, dearie?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;sorta crap cos it's just. not. possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Im sane enough to know it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And u know wad.. i dunt know... only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Father, take my life and allow me to be a woman after ur own heart. Full of love and life, cheerful and humble, courageous and strong in will... always always placin you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Ur servant, ur love, ur child.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110434320600480726?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110434320600480726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110434320600480726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110434320600480726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110434320600480726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-those-who-cant-figure-out-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110434113719499478</id><published>2004-12-28T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:06:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh~ im so touched.. seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Work has gotten so-called more fun now cos im on blades and doin rounds in multi-storey carparks (no more dumb "no cars" excuses! mwahahaa!!). Goin downs those slopes are uber cool and e top floors plus roof are alwayz empty. Good for nice time of reflection and stunts prac. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anywaez, was sayin im sniff..sniff.. touched cos muah bros and sises of Christ totally helped in supportin kor's lil bizness venture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sniffsniff 1) Pingz asked her mama to let us do her Kangoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sniffsniff 2) She even intro-ed her uncle to us to spiff up his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sniffsniff 3) Future CGL in 2 days time Steven hired us to polish his Phantom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sniffsniff 4) Wah! Jack and Jor rode down frm home to let us do their bikeys. (eh? sounds familiar.. man.. deprived childhood...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So there i was wif my now stuck-in-muah-head line of "Good evenin Sir/Mdm, I represent a vehicle grooming company. We'll wash, polish and wax ur car for only 15dollars compared to petrol kiosks which charges frm 50 to 700dollars. You dont have to pay now.. but just leave us ur car plate num &amp;amp; home add, and we'll collect payment frm ur home tml night after you've had time to inspect ur vehicle....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ARH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bizness went well.. and thereafter, went up to steven/dawn's place for a lil nuah time bfore it's home.. so night night ppl. Oh yah.. i up-ed my msn already so cya peeps around if poss kays? Muackyz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110434113719499478?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110434113719499478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110434113719499478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110434113719499478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110434113719499478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/sigh-im-so-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110433960499784235</id><published>2004-12-27T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:12:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am now an official working woman!! Hear me roar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Whahaa.. kays.. abit exaggerating but still... im damn proud of meself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Started workin for my kor (real blood one... dunt believe in all e"fakies" and e god- here god- there thingy) today and it's really REALLY a great experience for this workin newb. Hahaa, pay rawks too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So i juz have to don this totally unflattering navyblue overalls and carry this clipboard to go round door-to-door askin if peeps want their cars groomed.. wad's so difficult bout tat horz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SMACK UR FACE ARZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This lass can only take SO much rejections bfore she starts gettin sian okz.. oh yah, most typical singaporean reply is... ~drum roll~drum roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;"no car. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But God is ever-gracious ,man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Prayed for at least 3 contacts to (of cos not for only for e $$$ lahz, think im such a bitch zit)&lt;of&gt;&lt;no&gt; help boost my bro and friends's confidence (and maybe their egos?) in this bizness venture he's goin into and knoe wad? All i can say is praise e Lord!! Got exactly 3 contacts on first day. Not bad, considerin it's this freakin new xiaomeimei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tiring.. after gettin contacts, it's none of my biz now. I'll pass e licence plate nums to kor,shy and minghui to handle e grooming and then it's hit-e-bed time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nitez ppl... zzZZzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110433960499784235?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110433960499784235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110433960499784235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110433960499784235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110433960499784235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-now-official-working-woman-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110424732569272100</id><published>2004-12-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:11:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ho&lt;/span&gt; ho &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ho&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; too &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; uber&lt;/span&gt; nicey &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nicey&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tube&lt;/span&gt; dress. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heez&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;been &lt;/span&gt;THAT &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;since &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've &lt;/span&gt;last &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feminine &lt;/span&gt;kays. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blahz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Service &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rawked &lt;/span&gt;wif &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;squaaking&lt;/span&gt; thru &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;mic &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;backup&lt;/span&gt; singing. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt; disappointin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cos&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;expected &lt;/span&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; singers &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; turn &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;form&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt;.. but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;.. it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;waz&lt;/span&gt; jus &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sandra,&lt;/span&gt; Elena &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;muah. . &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; man.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; who&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; cares&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;glory &lt;/span&gt;goes &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; God.(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"when&lt;/span&gt; one&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; gathered......")&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Full&lt;/span&gt; stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pressies&lt;/span&gt; exchanged.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;hugs&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; kisses.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; spoil &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; whole &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt; wif &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;petty &lt;/span&gt;jealousy..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;diot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juz &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went &lt;/span&gt;bonkers&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; lahz.&lt;/span&gt; Felt&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; freaky, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;slimy &lt;/span&gt;feelin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;welling&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kitty &lt;/span&gt;givin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one,&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2,&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;three &lt;/span&gt;huge &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hugs &lt;/span&gt;right &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;smack&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;middle &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;canteen. .&lt;/span&gt; Was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; dead &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;din &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anythin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;piss&lt;/span&gt; someone &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;off.&lt;/span&gt; As&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; usual,&lt;/span&gt; jus&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; kept&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; wont &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;envy &lt;/span&gt;ya &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heh..&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; kinda &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stoopid &lt;/span&gt;drama&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; serial.&lt;/span&gt; Just&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;petty&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Freakin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;immature.&lt;/span&gt; ******'s &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;dearest&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; sista&lt;/span&gt; somemore.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ARH&lt;/span&gt;!#$@!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; seriously &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; sometimes &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt; off &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; granny's&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; place&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; evenin &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; family&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; gathering.&lt;/span&gt; But&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; bfore &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; went&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; spcb &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;round&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cranium!&lt;/span&gt; Whahaa~ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; table &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt; cards..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; another&lt;/span&gt; wif &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt; risk.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ours.&lt;/span&gt; Cornneeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clemmie&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; partner&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; bro, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;natural &lt;/span&gt;at&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; doin&lt;/span&gt; xena&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; warrior&lt;/span&gt; princess!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*grinz*)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;called &lt;/span&gt;under &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mild&lt;/span&gt; hysteria &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;man..&lt;/span&gt; hahaa, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"pahtheee"&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 5. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; aunt &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pronounces&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; erm....&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rode&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;couz's &lt;/span&gt;new&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; bike&lt;/span&gt; tho! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whoO~&lt;/span&gt; it's&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt; He &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;design &lt;/span&gt;his&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; own&lt;/span&gt; logo &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(it&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STEED&lt;/span&gt; baby!)&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; silenced &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;dead &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; (puut..puuttt)&lt;putt-puuttt&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exhaust&lt;/span&gt; sound.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt; perfect. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(10/10&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; yrs &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; kayz.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Asked&lt;/span&gt; him &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; ride &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matilda's&lt;/span&gt; House.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; It's&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;house &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tt &lt;/span&gt;dint&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; get&lt;/span&gt; torn&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;punggol &lt;/span&gt;field &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;site..&lt;/span&gt; cos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; believed &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haunted &lt;/span&gt;lahz. . &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt; Now &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; didnt &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; THAT. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;house &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Antiquey..&lt;/span&gt; hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Got&lt;/span&gt; 3 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;tees &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;Chrisimasay &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt; One's&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; Phuket &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thailand &lt;/span&gt;one,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; another's&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; FCUK&lt;/span&gt; one, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Harley &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Davidson&lt;/span&gt; babytee!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(see,&lt;/span&gt; SOMEONE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;supports&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; biker &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chick &lt;/span&gt;kz!) &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heh..&lt;/span&gt; whole&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; new&lt;/span&gt; meanin&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; White &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;riiiight.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; 2004 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;blast. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;point &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; evrythin&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt; cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;juz &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;much. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gotta&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; peeps..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; prayed&lt;/span&gt; ur &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; dae &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; gr8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Loads&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p.s. Happy Birthday my awesome awesome King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110424732569272100?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110424732569272100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110424732569272100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110424732569272100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110424732569272100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110336459839410587</id><published>2004-12-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:58:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alright peeps. Only one thing to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CHALET RAWKS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh man.. Coasta Sands is like e most boring chalet in this lil dotz we call home but it's e ppl who are went that makes it fun eh? Whahaa~ 3 days at chalet D-08, 3 days at chalet U-14/15. So it's totally at either side of e place, no complains bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Basically we jus nuahed..played cards..played guitar..nuahed..nuahed somemore.. bbqs.. watch tv.. swimmin..stay awake thruout e morn to see who gets e hugest panda-eyes e next day..wrestling...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(okok, ignore tat.. i got free "foot massage"...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yeah.. mamane brought his PS2 man! And e awesome thing is tat he only brought ONE game to last it all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quote: "I forgot mah..".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then we jus played street fighter EX for e rest of our lives lohz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But there's these 2 free Funkeys that we got for spending on and they have 85bucks each. Muahahahaa! So it's mostly off to Downtown East to blow those $$ away at e arcade or on food or on public gaming (Whoo~ X-box gaming never felt sooooooo good!! Hunter, the Reckoning is damn nice to game on. .) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Also went to e beach at nite to see e stars and so-called act as if we knew which constellation we're talking bout.. heh.. I really know which is Orion's Belt lehz! *smug look* =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was real cool. Tho my throat is STILL killing me.. and e bbqs din help either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI: I was e one cookin e food so as to not be tempted kays. mm..reverse psychology works!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Back hurts like hell evrytime i cough and nobody's helpin!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Med doesnt seem to do it's job. Panadol/YinChiaoPian/some kinda freakin bitter drink/etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; 2nd aunt said if i swallow e phelgm (yeeeucch!) IF i swallow e phelgm.. e germs could enter e intestine and cause infection/cancer/death??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Clemmie said something bout havin kidney failure cos e back hurts when i hack and also due to tiredness. *hmph* U implyin i weak sim see.. kiddin kiddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; And even kitty reminded me tat e pain could be frm my spine not being straight! (It's only a lil slanted to e right... yeahyeah.. surprise! But since kitty also gave a fine backrub... i forgive u lahz. Whahaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But no worries.. God is eternally faithful and wifout His will, tonnes of med in me wont even work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alrighty.. gotta go have dinner now. Pray for meeee! Im backup singing tml and kinda worried voice gonna screech or somethin. Kays.. buaiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110336459839410587?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110336459839410587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110336459839410587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110336459839410587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110336459839410587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/home-sweet-home-alright-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110292902951709088</id><published>2004-12-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:10:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahaa~ Goodbuaiz ppl! Im off for a 6 days chalet!!&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that.. oh man... lemme start frm e beginning ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So janice planned this chalet at downtown east for 3 days (13,14,15th) for our cg. And jack, at e same time.. planned another chalet for e youth ministry for 3 days (16,17,18th). But! The thing is... he booked it at Downtown East too.. so when he found out that janice also planned her chalet there, he din want us to be bored out of our freakin minds at e same chalet place for bout a week.. so he changed his to Aloha Changi. And then.. both of them couldnt book e chalets. All full. So jack went ahead to book his at Coasta Sands. And wonders of wonders! Janice also booked hers there!!! So oh happy day, now we're gonna be bored out of our freakin minds afterall. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now usin this laggy library com in White Sands to blog me last entry for 6 days! (oh.. miss me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's chasin me to go now.. blahz... bye ppl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110292902951709088?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110292902951709088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110292902951709088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110292902951709088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110292902951709088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/wahaa-goodbuaiz-ppl-im-off-for-6-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110274987193489773</id><published>2004-12-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:57:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whee~ Been so long since i last when biking.... in e rain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biked all e way wif daddyo into e Sembawie Canal to force meself into doin sit-ups.... damn~ (hate it hate it) Anywaez, bimbiotic moment AGAIN. But think this is e best one lahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkz, so i had my shades on while biking dere, evenin sun mahz... then took them off when prancing around doin wad i believe is exercise, and when we finally leave for yishun for BK dinner (finally!!), cycled for almost 15 mins before i realised i muz have dropped my shades! My 10 buck Lips shades okiez... e one when me, preet and michbaby were buying boxers....... kays.... think i'll shaddup now. heheh.. so we turned round and started riding back when daddyo shouted at me to knock myself on e head. Aiyah.. so to humor him, i did lahz. And i found e darn shades on my head!!! man... *huge groan* Pushed e thing back to hold e frinch mahz... okok... no excuses. Bimbo~Bimbo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaays.. bloggin out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tired... zzZZZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110274987193489773?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110274987193489773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110274987193489773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110274987193489773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110274987193489773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/whee-been-so-long-since-i-last-when.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110249044199969225</id><published>2004-12-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:28:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ARh!! This is like e 14,7391 st time im tryin to up my MMS &amp; GPRS frm freakin starhub! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~Pissed pissed~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to e starhub customer care shop at SP so perfectly ladylikely and the $#%*@&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; customer care consultant&lt;/span&gt; took my phone, pushed some nums, and told me to talk to this voice-recorded system. Hallo! U're e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;customer care consultant&lt;/span&gt; and u're tellin me to talk to another&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "customer care consultant"&lt;/span&gt; who's a MACHINE?! man.. know this is e 21st century and beyond and technology and all this stuff, but this is kinda goin overboard rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thing is.. that's not all. Da machine told me to press some kinda other funky nums and buttons AND THEN SWITCH ME TO A REAL LIFE HUMAN &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CUSTOMER CARE CONSULTANT&lt;/span&gt;!! Wad the, So they played some freakin mozart tune and 5 mins later... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ur call is important to us. However, our &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;customer care consultants&lt;/span&gt; are currently unavailable right now.. Pls hold." &lt;/span&gt;And then they played some more mozart........waited for 15 more mins bfore i got too pissed wif waitin and wif tat composer that i hung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And guess wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I still havent up my MMS &amp; GPRS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have a great day ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110249044199969225?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110249044199969225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110249044199969225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110249044199969225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110249044199969225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/arh-this-is-like-e-147391-st-time-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110241667569693057</id><published>2004-12-07T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:02:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh happy day! Juz got me chalkbag ppl! (Finally..) Okaay.. to those who dunt have e FAINTEST idea wad im talkin abt.. a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt; that holds &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chalk&lt;/span&gt; . ok? gottit? good. Hehe.. alright alright. It's for rock-climbing and it's juz e thing i lack before i can go climb lahz. (As e guy who was me charge at ClimbAdventure says.. "all harnesses, shoes and ATCs are provided at jus $5 for a whole day's climb. Do bring along ur friends for an additional discounted price of just.." blah blah blah, I switched off after that.. heh...) Oi! To those who juz got their level 1 certs, come and find me!! Before i do... muahahahaa~ Toh! Seah! Elaine! Clemmie! ah Jor! Preet? Del? Michbabygal? Vern who's afraid of heights?? hehee.. okok. I tried alright? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywaez.. shopping for it wif kitty was totally dumb. Hahaa, was told to head for Peninsula Plaza, 4th floor, for e "Nuts, Bolts and something-something-forgotten-e-name" shop where they specialized in climbing equips. But... i do NOT know why?.. But it's either men have no sense of directions or it muz be just me. Headed to Peninsula SHOPPING CENTRE instead and wandered aimlessly for awhile before we decided to go across e road to look there. Oh yeah, was stuck in between this shop full of ska-posers and another shop full of goth-posers.. man.. nitemare... So when we finally reached, stopped at this shop at 2nd floor that sells e bags for only 3.50 bucks! Aww.. on e condition that THEY WERE UBER UGLY. Then 3rd floor sells e bags too lahz.There were only 3 of them to choose frm.. one of them was nice. Dusty-khaki coloured :) so i got it for 15bucks. Not bad.. But after purchase, kinda regrettin that i din look at e ones at e suggested shop. So.. couldnt help myself but to go look at e 4th floor. and.. omg!! It has one whole WALL filled wif chalkbags and i waz practically buanging my head on e glass. Thank God e shop was closed.. and e uncle who kindly opened e shopdoor cause we look like $$$ to him informed me that e small ones caused 38 bucks! whew~ *huge sigh of relief* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mm.. tired now.. too much drama for a day. Wahahaa~ Nitez then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110241667569693057?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110241667569693057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110241667569693057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110241667569693057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110241667569693057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-happy-day-juz-got-me-chalkbag-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110226396898239054</id><published>2004-12-06T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:20:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;was really REALLY erm.. empowering?! whahaa~ weirdweird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home frm supper wif joey. Took a power nap bfore tat and was supposed to wake up at 8. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bimbiotic moment no.1: Set hp alarm to 8AM instead of PM. Wokeup at 9.45.&lt;/span&gt;(I'm so sorry!!) Rushed down then.. arh, he was waitin at e bus-stop on e way when i called anywaez. and wah~ SOMEONE has &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; highlights in his hair eh?? *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time. Long time since i last had a nice nice chat.. sigh. Oh yah, and e stoopid sunflower story! Sweet. He left a sunflower outside me home at THAT PLACE sometime ago. (oi! thanks for e chocs &amp;amp; streps AT E SAME TIME kays. one word: contradiction. wahahaa!) Fav.flower.. heh. So actually wanted to press it for memories or something something lahz. (damn.. im such a sentimental freak...)&lt;br /&gt;But ppl, lemme tell u a lil secret.. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT EVA PRESS A FRESH FLOWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;" Gosh.. e whole thing rotted all over my history textbk and basically stunk my whole room... So, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bimbiotic moment no.2: He said he'd get me another one, I said get me a DEAD or FAKE one.. so that i could press it.&lt;/span&gt; Now why e heck do i wanna press a dead/fake flower for??! It's gonna last forever till i die or somethin.. man.. too much slp already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also found out that i'd start coughin like crazee if i laugh too much since im down wif a lil throat infection now. It's like self-mutilation cos i laugh almost evry other second!! Damn, kinda cute in a totally morbid way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. now for some serious stuff. Was feelin kinda grouchy this morn todae. Partly out of jealousy? really dunno.. heyz, im juz a kid afterall. Anywaez, we were talkin bout it and joey kept givin me e 'look'.. directly translating to "nez can be jealous wan meh??" and "wad in e world can make her jealous?!"&lt;br /&gt;And YESH. i can be dead jealous! nahz.. born like that. But one thing i liked bout wad he said was that u cant change e fact or ask to not be jealous cos it's jus my nature (born like tat lahz!) but it's how u handle e jealousy that makes a whole lotta difference. mm.. chimonology... but i like. That's why he said all along he din knoe i was that sort.. cos i mostly dunt show it i guess. heyhey, that's a good thing. clap~clap~clap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay.. startin to cough like mad now. Off to check me mail.&lt;br /&gt;Nitez ppl!&lt;br /&gt;Nitez bloggy!&lt;br /&gt;God bless... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110226396898239054?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110226396898239054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110226396898239054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110226396898239054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110226396898239054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-110174506529177410</id><published>2004-11-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:34:05.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BAAACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;okok, u know it. I know it. Let's juz PRETEND that my blog have been happily updated for e past 2 mths rather than...... yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, today was an uber great day! Had a church youth ministry mini-worship experience thingy this afternoon, wif our very own youth band playin!! (I'm in vocals.) We're called 'PIERCED'. whistle~whistle~~ Real cool. e GB gals were late tho.. grr... clemmie had to encore 2 of our songs specially for them ya know. aww.. But to make up for it, those queens bought a black gio-tee for me~ double aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat, we headed to town to chill lahz. e queens were wif me, tog wif grace, cong, lcl, phee, eb, weijie, reagan a.k.a mama! (whahaa~ long looong story =P)We headed to cityhall for e guyz to grab their guit stuff, then it's dinner at Funan. Kinda caught btween accompanyin church peeps or sch peeps.. first time in my life where i had to talk so much coz e table where e queens+grace+me were sittin was SOOoo quiet, when i went to buy wad else but papaya milk (me latest fascination lahz.. research on whether e erm.. "rumors" are true......) So i juz crapped about lohz. hehe.. typical muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. it's off to Orchard Park for e BB boyz PD performance there. Gotta go support-support rite?? It was uber NICE! They are all dead cute.. especially e middle boiboi who was doin a solo thingy. Too bad. They're sec 2s. Oh well, no dating younger men for me!! Met jiawen there too. queens had to go off after that so it's left wif me, gracie, and jw, and damn! was that fun!! We went shoppin at wisma's newest Forever21 when we were supposed to be lookin for e loo.. but hey, that's e women thing kicking in kays. We juz cant resist. Heh.. got a pair of totally chic earrings. whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back after tt for e second performance again at 8.30, and then we went (u're not gonna believe this but....) ICE-SKATING. In e middle of Orchard ppl!! k lahz.. maybe it was cos it's free for tonite only but we juz tried it out. hehe.. couldnt help myself..bent down to touch e "ice" and it's actually BOARDS. oh yeah.. special type of flooring tat's dead slippery. So scam-mish! First time actually sweating while ice-skating ya know?! But e big finale was when we went to sit those funfair rides that cost 5 bucks to spin u round afew times and make u puke. So nostalgic man! Took e Paratroopers ride cos majority voted that MusicDance wld DEFINITELY make us hurl after e korean Bi Bib Bub we had.(e cook was laughin maniacally when i TRIED to pronouce that freaky dish name kays...*scrowl*)and jw was too scared to ride e Viking. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace: viking?&lt;br /&gt;jiawen: NO!!&lt;br /&gt;me: y? fraid of e stomach turnin topsy-turvy feelin when it comes down issit??&lt;br /&gt;jiawen: it's e whole digestive tract lohz!&lt;br /&gt;grace: *laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;jiawen: musicdance.&lt;br /&gt;me: puke!&lt;br /&gt;jiawen: paratroopers?&lt;br /&gt;me: mm.. k lohz. it's only semi-puke.&lt;br /&gt;grace: *laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride was definitely fun. realli nice. Met e rest at wisma mac later on.. nuahed a lil.. then it's home! (made e mistake of eatin fries while feelin queasy. BIG MISTAKE.)&lt;br /&gt;LCL was tellin me bout Shutter in e train and it sounds dead freaky! Then mama was makin those dumb sound effects also!! *covers ear and shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a looong time since i had a whole day out like tt. Kinda cool gel-ling tog too. heh.. too bad gracie's goin back to indo tml!!! gonna miz her like crazee! sniff sniff.. her msg waz even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;[Haha..home too..Yep!Had a great great time wif u! Wen i come back from indo,should go out more often k. Hehe..Nitezz..See ya tml! Take care...]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no prob babe.. Lord grant ya journey mercy thru ur trip then.&lt;br /&gt;kk.. gotta knock off now peeps. Hope this "compo" is enuff to apologise for not updatin for so long ya? hahaa, nitez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-110174506529177410?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/110174506529177410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=110174506529177410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110174506529177410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/110174506529177410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-baaack-okok-u-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109661296624160676</id><published>2004-10-01T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:44:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S AGENDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;School's out! TGIF~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Settle notes and stuff till evenin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lookin for someone nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As company for a nice dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Followed up by a nice movie (hopefully)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Before i'm swallowed up by a not-so-nice schedule..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In preparation for e definitely-not-nice EOY examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109661296624160676?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109661296624160676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109661296624160676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109661296624160676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109661296624160676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/10/todays-agenda-schools-out-tgif-settle.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109656280534614150</id><published>2004-10-01T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T01:12:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today was cool. Literally. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Got caught in e rain and was late for worship prac.. again! Oh damn.. have got to stop doin tat. Where are u, spiritual discipline?! But had a blessed day. Loads of crappy stuff in class as usual. Now e butt of e Mich-(something tat rhymes wif it)-joke. Wahahhaa~ *holds tongue--- bleeeaahh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Very disappointed wif Siangann though.. took my chinese dick-tionary and went to replace my name wif his so he wouldnt get hell frm Ling Lao Tai!! Wad the.. stooping to e lowest of low already man. . (sista! if u're readin this... im still pissed wif U!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But no worries.. think he's already gotten enuff when Lao Tai finally found out. Oh well, not gonna let somethin like tat bug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jammin was uber great. We're startin to rawk wif One Day! Praise God!! Continue to use us then, Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Had a great bonding time wif Gracie jus now. *beam* Didn't want to "fake" anythin already.. jus wanted to be myself. And thru His awesome agape and mercy, evrythin's fine. Thankew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hahaa, this dear dear sister of mine is super cute. Was e only one takin train home frm YCK and she was takin e other line. Chatting and planning to meet up this sat to go for worship retreat tog when my train came.. so was sayin bye and stuff when she suddenly said "nvm lahz.. i wait for u". There were practically ??? comin out of my head. Then I pointed to e Jurong East sign and she... screamed. Wahahaa, she thought it was her train tat came and was gonna wait for me lahz. aww.. sweet. Shld have let her come in to e train rite.. shucks~ heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alrite.. startin to rant already. Gonna head to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bye peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;WhATevEr hAppEneD tO Us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109656280534614150?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109656280534614150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109656280534614150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109656280534614150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109656280534614150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109647041831321288</id><published>2004-09-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:09:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoooh~ I feel great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feverish. Croaking. Uber weak. Snuffling. Loss of appetite.. Yet feel like stuffing my face wif food. Have this sudden craving for pasta wif loads and loads of cheese! Yet dont feel like havin anything... oh boy. . weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did up exam-timetable today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So to anyone and everyone and no one out there.. DO NOT TEMPT ME INTO WATCHING MOVIES!!! (That goes especially to U kitty..) Until e 18th of Oct that is. I repeat. E &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18th Oct&lt;/span&gt;. Wahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. kinda pondering over how it jus so happen that my b-dae falls right smack in e middle of Lit paper. But that's still alrite ya know. Cos paper ends at 10am and there's still time to chiong! But sucky thing is.. e very next day is Hist and Maths paper(1). groan~ Oh well.. postpone arz ppl. My treat! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nitesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;E f0RbiDDeN fRuiT syNdrOmE iS pUshiNG iT ToO fAR. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109647041831321288?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109647041831321288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109647041831321288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109647041831321288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109647041831321288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/whoooh-i-feel-great.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109630352938258076</id><published>2004-09-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:45:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Say hola to my new Panasonic X68, ppl! Jus got it.. paid around 100+, dad sponsored e rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Slight prob though... daddyo has fallen in love wif it, while lil ol' me jus cant get used to e new functions! Damn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So made a pact that if I dont get used to it by next week... it'll be his. And his older 8250 nokia model will be traded in for another newer nokia one. Cos im seriously NOT used to this panasonic thingy man... sniffz.. and it looks so nice too. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh well, we'll see how it goes then. God's will. My num is still e same though. I'll jus be uber laggy when u msg me. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mm.. nth much today lahz. Mugged at Galilee. Been a long time since i last went there.. service suxs now. Standard dropped till there's ah lians servin behind e counter. *smacks forehead* Then headed for northpoint. Had a sudden craving for e fish&amp;chips at e basement foodcourt ~deeeelicious~~ Folks were wif me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alrite.. startin to even bore ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nitey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;0nCe. . JuSt oNCe. A sMaLL, sImpLE, sWeeT oNe. . Pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109630352938258076?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109630352938258076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109630352938258076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109630352938258076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109630352938258076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/say-hola-to-my-new-panasonic-x68-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109621610507142636</id><published>2004-09-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:28:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally back. Whew~ tiring tiring.. those kids are hyper man... practically dragged me to play sparkers and jagah them for lantern walk. Oh well.. at least we older cousins had our own fun too. wahahahaa! *evil grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took those leftover sparklers to create those rocket thingys and started a bon-fire. Then got sick of tat, so went to play piggy-back soccer. Jackie was carryin me. Objective was to get OLE-s on e other team. (Vernon! Im soooo sorry i kicked IT.. seriously not on purpose. . i know a ball frm a "ball" okiez..) Oh man... simple pleasures of life. Heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally went in to join e adults for tea and idle chat. woah~ they tell e freakiest ghost stories. . and it's all in Teochew. hahaa, so took e opportunity to brush up on my mangled one. sniff... really love them Limmies ya know. unique in their own special ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright.. gonna knock off now. Goodnite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wOndER h0w his KissEs r LikE...&lt;/span&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/8285818-109621610507142636?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109621610507142636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109621610507142636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109621610507142636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109621610507142636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109619043861739485</id><published>2004-09-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:20:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I. AM. BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah! mind is blowing wif all e Trigo stuff now.. maths test tml. Hope I do well in this one.  *pray, pray, pray, have faith.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Din go to church today cos of family gathering (am here now.), some kinda yearly mooncake festival bash. Where e kids go play wif fire with e excuse of lighting lanterns... and e adults sit and nuah with mooncakes &amp; chinese teh. And wad bout ppl my age? Those who are neither lil kids nor full-blown adults?? Jus stuck in e middle with e awkward pubertarian stage??? Oh wow! We..... study. yupyup. Congratulate us man. Hahaa, nahz.. it's jus really nice to be wif ppl of e same bones and blood kinda thing. I luurve us Limmies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny's place is a bungalow near Punggol End. Which is still rural.. (except for e bloddy MRT track right smack in e middle of e lalang field afew yards infront of us. grr~) Practically grew up here. Sigh~ nostalgic time.. Childhood consists of running in e heavy rain.. playin Catching bare-footed irregardless of whether there were snakes in e abandoned houses we have fun in.. crawling thru huge drains and canals wif couzs as shortcut to e then-Punggol-Beach, where we're wallow thru kneedeep mud durin low tide to catch mudskippers.. or swim durin high tide wif nothing but an over-sized tee on! wahahaa! But we knew our childhood ended when we watched e forests (our forests..) get chopped down jus so Sengkang could get constructed. Still loathe thoses ppl stayin there! Oh, and definitely NOT forgetting MRT tracks comin up in middle of lalang fields lahz. . sigh~~ alrighty.. think that's enuff. For now... hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kkz, gonna go help wif e cooking and make sure e kids dont burn down e whole place now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buaiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109619043861739485?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109619043861739485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109619043861739485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109619043861739485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109619043861739485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/i.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109613171539680583</id><published>2004-09-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T01:01:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Im back! Missed me? Wahahaaa.. kkz, in crazy mode now. Sipping red wine, which is supposed to be soothing for my throat. Okaaay, no objections there. hehe..  Had a uber fun time jus now. biked to Sembawie Park, skinny-dipped *winkz*, biked for dinner at nearby kopitiam. Oh yeah, saw this real bo'liao incident there. Happened right next to us somemore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There were some young bikers next to us who parked their bikes 3 in a row near them... jus got their license i think, cos they still have their triangles on e bikes. Then suddenly this family, typical snobbish chinese chinese one, walked passed.. and this tai-tai buang into e first bike.. which fell onto e second one (Repsol).. which fell onto e third one (Phantom).. and they all fall down~ la la lah.  E family didnt even stop lohz! E tai-tai jus walked off (Arh! Disgrace to e feminine species!) and when e bikers called them, only e rest of e family stayed back to settle stuff. They jus stood there and waited till e guyz picked their own bikes up. I was practically staring by then. .&lt;br /&gt;As I was kindly informed by e kopi uncle, one of e bikes was scratched... another one's mirror broke off.. e one wif e broken-mirror-bike wanted 40 bucks compensation, so instead of e Snobs jus paying e damn money and go have their dinner.. they decided to call e police. clap~clap~clap~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh man.. e queers we have these days. This is like worse than those ppl who "chope" seats wif packets of tissue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well then, who cares.. dunt wanna be labeled as K-PO, so I'll jus rant this in e so-called privacy of my blog huh. Wahahaa, oh great.. think e wine is gettin to me. tipsy~ whoo~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nitez then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God is still faithful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109613171539680583?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109613171539680583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109613171539680583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109613171539680583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109613171539680583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back-missed-me-wahahaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109612956214818540</id><published>2004-09-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T16:49:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm free!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaaa, feels so good now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mmmmm~ kinda had some probs lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(1) in school.... settled it already. But still didnt feel at peace. So talked to daddyo bout it. (oh gosh, he gives uber great advice!) Especially liked e one bout e Iranian carpetmakers. They're recognised world-wide as e best carpetmakers and their hand-made works can be hailed as "perfection".. and yet, they purposely place a loose tread or make a tiny defect jus to show that they're still human. . and to give e glory to God, who's the real Perfect one. beeeautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(2) Walk with Him.... didnt know why, but jus couldnt feel Him with me recently. Really, really got hit by e loneliness of it all. But then, remembered tat He will never leave me nor forsake me. Ironic thing is that no matter how much i want Him to go away.. He jus wont ya know? He loves us too much. *beam* So got things right wif Him again (amen.) and yeah.. still pressin on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kkz, gotta go now. Mugging.. then helpin dad paint wall... then off for biking and swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God still loves u ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109612956214818540?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109612956214818540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109612956214818540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109612956214818540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109612956214818540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-free-hahaaa-feels-so-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109604001484844418</id><published>2004-09-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:47:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*croak* - Down with a sore throat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh damn... today was kinda sucky, but in a God-blessed way?? mm.. Im supposed to have faith and press on rite? so yeah. Tat's wad im tryin to do now (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faced something really unpleasant today ~sob~.. gotta do with studies. But at least i now know it's kinda cleared up. gotta decide whether i wanna stay in e board though. . it's TAT bad. But He's still good.. gonna trust Him &amp; press on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First time in me life where this meh-meh got dressed up, ready to go meet her shepherd, then head for prayer meeting when shepherd canceled cause of in-patients (somethin to do with work lahz). So.... wad do e meh-meh do?? (lost look...) went to sleep cos her throat was killing her! Without changing, takin out contacts (kz.. im facing e aftermaths now.. *clutches eyes and screams!*) and basically din even sleep on my own bed.. was in daddy/mummy's room. whoo~ queen-sized &amp;amp; it's all mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well, im now up. Still gonna wake-up at 6am for GB marshalling thingy tml too.. and wassat crap abt 5-day work week?! Hoping to be home by 11am so i hit my bike and head for Sembawie park. hmm.. weird bodyclock huh. Bloggin off then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God loves u ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109604001484844418?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109604001484844418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109604001484844418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109604001484844418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109604001484844418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/croak-down-with-sore-throat-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109595644480992247</id><published>2004-09-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:20:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went with Del to find mr HOT (spelt backwards lahz!) for extra physics revision. Sigh~ finally got my foundations rite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*beam* We were sitting next to e La Vista, study bench there, when i suddenly realised that we two gals are like on either side of him... like flanking him huh. . NOT a very nice sight! Oh well, jus pray tat e rest of e class can understand what he's talkin abt. (Kaur, u heard tat?! hehe..) Mostly it's "those" people makin e noise. "They" jus wont shaddup long enuff to actually LEARN something. Startin to get kinda pissed wif "them" each passing day ya know.. oh man! nonononono~ Jus kick me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Worship prac was uber great as usual. I have no idea wad happened.. but so-called "lead" worship when Dn Danny went off for awhile to talk to jor. Kkz, so I was minding my own biz.. standing next to Will.I.Am and singing when he jus kept on playin, so i jus kept on singing... so e rest of e musicians kinda.. erm... hmm. . dunno how to explain this lehz. Arh, i'll jus leave it as God's will then! Maybe He's jus bored... need entertainment value. Hahaaa, Daddy.. are you?? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mm.. excuse me ppl... but i'm havin too much fun with me Limewire now. heheh.. hugz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109595644480992247?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109595644480992247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109595644480992247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109595644480992247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109595644480992247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-with-del-to-find-mr-hot-spelt.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109586822331704625</id><published>2004-09-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:08:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh happy day! hahaa, praise God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was uber great. Had time to mug wif Kitty at SP mos, caught Dodgeball (it's sick.. trust me... it's sick.) and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;drum roll~ drum roll~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY got my Limewire started up! When i first d/loaded it, i accidently deleted e shared folder ya know... which directly translates to ALL MY SONGS GONE!! So had to reinstall like 4 more times?! Cos e com kept storing e old info.. had to search and delete evrything again. I'm seri0oously such a techie diot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah... thanks DeL! For enlightening me to e joys of e search folder. Wahahaa! U're a nezz-saver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyein this panasonic X68 phone now. Uber nice. Got this rugged look abt it, yet very classy? Not gonna change e line, so if I can confirm that I used e previous hp(sniff sniff) for more than a yr, shld be able to get it for 238 bucks... plus a free mountain bike! All together now. . . WOAH~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup yup, tat's basically it. Gonna start d/l-ing music now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and Kitty. . u're still mine! *heheheh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109586822331704625?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109586822331704625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109586822331704625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109586822331704625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109586822331704625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-happy-day-hahaa-praise-god-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109578711392666523</id><published>2004-09-22T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:34:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrote this in Lit class. Enjoy. .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UGLY GAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They said that she was ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She hoped it wasn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She looked into the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to get a better view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Her build was really scrawny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and her hair was in a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's lost around 10 kilograms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yet her mentality's "Eat Less!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Beauties","babes", "the Perfect Ones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alone, afar, she stared &amp; stared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With secret longing to be like them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yet deep inside, she knew no one cared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They said that she was ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She knew the truth was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause in her hurt and anger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She took her life instead. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Inez Lim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21st Sept 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109578711392666523?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109578711392666523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109578711392666523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109578711392666523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109578711392666523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrote-this-in-lit-class.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109567516516284908</id><published>2004-09-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:12:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;oH YeAH! Feels really really free now! Burdens lifted off e shoulders kinda experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sigh~ got things right wif Daddy up there today. *grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Was really full of angst and troubled cos of stuff. Am not e type of person to break down and bawl when a prob comes my way.. nono, will only break when e probs jus keep piling.. and piling... and piling.... somewad like recently. Obviously i wont torture whoeva's readin this by pourin them all out here lahz. But still.. they're all in Daddy's arms now. Can't assure u tat they're ALL gone.. but heyz, evryone has their own shares of probs too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;And i believe that once i give them to Him.... I give them to Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109567516516284908?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109567516516284908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109567516516284908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109567516516284908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109567516516284908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-yeah-feels-really-really-free-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109561085184168540</id><published>2004-09-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:20:51.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is freaky. (Take note, I'm gonna be sayin stuff that's comin straight out frm my mind.. which is in hyper-drive emo mood now and kinda PMS-sy. so... dont say i never warn u then.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had a really Deja-Vu moment today. Experienced what I've experienced yesterday all over again. . except with a different person this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not sad, not angry or anything. It's jus....... weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah. Just harbouring a weird feeling now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weird in a sense that everythin kinda falls in place so nicely. Too nicely. Till it comes to a point where it's like a mad rehearsal. When we get too quiet.. It's comforting at first.. then slowly goes on to being kinda strained. Dunno y but i can somewhat sense emos... disernment? u never know. I know tat u're troubled. i know tat it hurts to be around me yesterday. But still.. i gotta pretend tat everything's fine. e crappy jokes start comin out, and it's an oh-evrything's-so-lala-happy place again.And the shrug. Oh gosh.. I dont like e shrug... y must u two do that?! Both with e same look.. both with e same attitude. I may be jus paranoid.. but it's really hurtful in a way that u're shoving me away. ppl's talkin to u, concerned and stuff, and then e shrug gives tat heck-care attitude. If u REALLY have to do it.. know when's e proper time to do it can? and u know wad, i dont even know what im talking abt now already..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Father, i've already lost one. He's pushing me outta his life for my so-called "own good".. hoping tat maybe i'll go back to him. But no. Im sorry, i'll hold on to a Someone who will never leave me nor forsake me. But pls, i don wanna lose e other one too. . he's jus someone i hold real dear to me. maybe even more so than wad i think. No romance involved, but there's jus this bond tat i cant seem to describe there. will never know if e feelings mutual too. U understand me best.. im commiting everything into ur hands, for ur will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Im jus this broken someone who needs u evermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109561085184168540?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109561085184168540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109561085184168540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109561085184168540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109561085184168540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-freaky.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109552747521980631</id><published>2004-09-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T23:08:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paradoxes are irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it jus so happen tat today was full of them. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to town for a much-needed break around 4 today. Went wif someone else.. dont bother to ask who kz (cos it's obvious I'm not gonna tell..) Watched Yamakasi 2, The Great Challenge. Cool show.. loved watchin them prancing and jumping frm building to building, but abit corny though. French ppl jus plain suck at speakin chinese. Like me lahz. It was supposedly a great nite out. Until e ending.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;poiled e whole nite by an issue i hoped we din bring up in e first place. Sigh.. hated e silence! It was so strained.. oh gosh... and i totally stink at cheering ppl up too. . felt so hopeless by e time i was at my lift lobby. Was kinda hoping tat by e time i was in my room hitting e net after a good shower, i'd feel better. I was dead wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Online.. Kitty feelin kinda down too. Overworked, stressed out i think.. Studies kinda took e fun outta life i guess. Cracked loads of lame, crappy jokes tat i normally wouldnt and kept trying to look at e positive side of probs to try and help. But once again.. i jus plain stink at tryin to cheer ppl up. Maybe i should jus keep my damn trap shut rite. mm... and jus then, e com chose a great time to cancel e connection and i got d/c. By e time I went back, Kitty left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never did i expect my day to end by me crying on my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just gonna leave evrything to e ultimate Comforter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109552747521980631?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109552747521980631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109552747521980631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109552747521980631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109552747521980631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/paradoxes-are-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109543649949798274</id><published>2004-09-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T01:13:58.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah! Caramel's gone.. oh, lemme elaborate. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Few months old kitten. Dead cute. Was dumped in e prefects' rm by some sicko and left there to die a slow horrible death by breathin in "too-pure-&amp;-holier-than-thou" air. Passed around to be taken care of till it landed at mich, then me. Came to me scrawny and wif one of it eyes red and sticky. Went back to mich fat, glossy and now wif a decent pair of eyes. (thankew daddy! u're a life-saver. or.. kitty-saver. or...oh wadeva.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lemme repeat. WENT BACK to mich. It's gone!! Mummy jus wasnt captivated by her so-called innocent front. And jus when i was sta&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;tin to get used to e outputs and lil surprises she leaves for me around e hall too. Oh well.. at least i still have one more Kitty to pamper over. Pray that this one doesnt leave me lil surprises too.. so full of it. ~smirk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty, other than that.. nth much to lament abt. Gonna go watch Hitler, rise of evil now. Nitez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109543649949798274?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109543649949798274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109543649949798274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109543649949798274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109543649949798274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109543220754714398</id><published>2004-09-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:43:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oopz! Couldn't update yesterdae's bloggie cos of some internet dial-up misfunction or something.. couldn access e dial tone. So being e idiot that i am, went to follow my internet-line all e way to e main plug when i could have jus picked up e phone to check. (plain bimbiotic moment..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh well, we'll jus pretend that this is thurs lahz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kkz, so i'm ranting and ranting.. and raving and raving. This would be e part where i would almost spew something crude but then stop myself in time. Today was great. Today was fun. Today was where i almost stepped on Lin Lao Tai's foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Didnt... and then now living to regret it. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;okiez ppl, gotta go! TGIF for tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109543220754714398?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109543220754714398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109543220754714398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109543220754714398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109543220754714398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/oopz-couldnt-update-yesterdaes-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109526553465916950</id><published>2004-09-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:29:46.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;mmm.. still kinda stoned now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Din go to school today cos of a slight fever.. sweating like anythin, and e silence of no msgs is killing me! On a brighter note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Weixin is soooo sweet (love ya gal!). Im dead touched.. seriously. Look wad she typed in friendster after I posted e termination of my line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;iNez R u Okz?? i nOe how iT feeLs to loSe uR hP...aLL e memorIes n evRitinK stoRed in iT isH irrePlacaBle...buT dUn woRi...dUn freT aBt it K...i m suRe aLL uR freNz wIl make up foR aLL e memoRies u losT...n **** taT aSShOle taT sTole uR Hp... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sniff.. kkz, may be jus a simple msg. .but heyz! It means alot to a depressed, feverish person okiez?! cya peeps in sch then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nitez bloggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;* oh yeah, check out e link to my guestbook below kz? Jus uploaded it today.. lament away there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109526553465916950?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109526553465916950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109526553465916950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109526553465916950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109526553465916950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109516355119062464</id><published>2004-09-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:05:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.. im finally calm. Nth to say.. so i'll jus type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lookin thru wad i blogged jus now.. kinda ashamed of myself. What kind of sick person would say all that? Definitely not someone who's living in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so sorry Father, was jus plain upset.. that in e midst of needing u most, dad comes in to rant at my idiocy.. mum din help much too. Shouldnt have ran out either. But needed some time alone with u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ironic thing was that today's ODB touches on Philippians 4:6-7. How U're all e peace I eva need and that I should have jus presented my requests to U thru prayer, petition and thanksgiving. Did that. Am jus gonna leave it all to U now. Ur Will be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though i just wanna leave e person tat wronged me into ur hands too. Vengence is Urs for e taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dunno wad i'd do without u. Love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109516355119062464?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109516355119062464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109516355119062464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109516355119062464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109516355119062464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109516204185320225</id><published>2004-09-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:45:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;im crying my guts out as im typing this now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;to whoeva has my phone now.. u're a phucktard. dont u have ANYTHING better to do than to go round stealing wad's obviously not urs?! had a huge quarrel with my dad. am being viewed as this dumb irresponsible rebel right now because of u.. of how i din inform my daddy earlier in hope tat ur conscience will get e better of u and it'll magically appear in my bag tml mornin and save him e freakin trouble of forkin out more money. termination paper work sucks ok? and u think it's fun to throw money in e phone company's face over a new phone, new card, new line issit?? if i never see my contacts, msgs, pics, photos and basically all e memories again.. i swear i will hunt u down, cut off ur balls and feed them to u myself. im serious.. dont mess with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109516204185320225?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109516204185320225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109516204185320225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109516204185320225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109516204185320225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-crying-my-guts-out-as-im-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109509552507782495</id><published>2004-09-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:13:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of a new term is finally overrrr! Missed my biatches e most (Kaur.. Lia.. u rawk my world!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywaez, din do much today.. basically went thru e tests we did back in previous term. ~sob sob~ Was kinda upset over SS. Flunked juz cos I didn't write linking sentences for SEQ! Gosh... and she went on and on bout how I put in e effort to study (Idid k..) but jus flushed evrythin down e drain cos final links to e questions was not written. Sigh~ gotta buck up nezz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty then, gotta get back to chinese now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nitez peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There's hope for now if you got hope for later" -Heysoose (Bum Insurance, Blue Collar God.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109509552507782495?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109509552507782495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109509552507782495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109509552507782495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109509552507782495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-of-new-term-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109500526228376661</id><published>2004-09-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:07:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoz peeps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm baaack.. kkz, basically had one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TIRING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day. Literally ran everywhere! Woke up uber early cos I'm serving in worship backup singing.. think I had like only 4 hrs dreamland time. Was kinda pissed when e "human alarm clock" din work.. (U know who u are. . .~scrowl~) Was late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After service and CG, headed for makan at Bishan. Oh, tat was fun man..  but only for a moment. Then had to rush down to Hougang for my cousin's-grandpa's-who's-distant-and-not-really-related funeral. At least that gave me time to mug somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Man.. suddenly have this huge desire to MUG! arh!! Muz be pressure frm me bros and sises in Christ.. they're all cramming for O's and N's.. &amp;amp; I kinda got dragged into it. Hahaa, but it'll help in e long run. Still contemplating btween Poly or JC. Oh well, Im still a freshie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kkz then, gonna drop dead any moment now.. and it's back to e reality tml! Sch's startin already?? Sigh~ comeon..3 more weeks till end-of-yr exams and then freedom, while it lasts again. mm.. think i'm startin to rant. I better go now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109500526228376661?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109500526228376661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109500526228376661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109500526228376661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109500526228376661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/yoz-peeps-im-baaack.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109490788165395666</id><published>2004-09-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:08:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/200/1678/640/peace_dove%20.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/200/1678/320/peace_dove%20.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In remembrance of those who so innocently &amp; heroically lost their lives in e 9/11 tragedy. . May God keep ur spirits alive in His loving arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="ext" href="http://www.hello.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109490788165395666?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109490788165395666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109490788165395666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490788165395666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490788165395666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-remembrance-of-those-who-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109490554229155250</id><published>2004-09-11T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:52:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My.... arse..... hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up uber early today juz to bike to Yishun. ~burnt off carbs~ Oh man, think I went nuts or somethin! Met up wif kitty for brekkie at Ya Kun, ~added on carbs~ then headed for a movie.. The Terminal. Tom Hanks really brought e flick justice! Especially e part where he realised his homeland (Krakosia? Kraakocia?? oh wadeva..) was undergoin war, e look on his face was priceless! Show was great. Although when we first entered e theatre, it was so oo-loo lorz. Place was freakin cold. . it's juz e 2 of us. . hormones raging. . *winkz* Juz kiddin. Wahahhaa! TBS, if u ever see this........... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;After tat, still dunno wad possessed me to go swimming.. at sembawang park! Oh, I biked there too ~burnt off carbs~ Contrary to popular belief horz, e water there's really clear now. Unlike e murky, oily, excuse-for-a-seawater we used to dunk ourselves in. Went wif daddyo. Hmm.. he kinda looks good in shades.. hehe. Got totally drenched, but hell to tat.. we went for munchies. ~added on carbs~ Still cant comprehend y everyone was like lookin at us. Pls ppl, mind ur own biz can? For heaven's sake.. it's a kopitiam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Biked home after tat, ~burnt off carbs!~ and I'm now sittin in front of my com bitchin. Oh well, tat's enuff for today then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109490554229155250?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109490554229155250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109490554229155250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490554229155250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490554229155250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/my.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109492029582577199</id><published>2004-09-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:34:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;TGIF! Hmm.. actually no diff lahz. Been havin a supposedly "semester break" this week.. and it's gonna be over so fast. aww damn. . kkz, basically I totally burned my books today. Havin a lil migrane now..zzzZZZ. Too much brain drainage.. gonna dream bout trigo and freakin chinese "tao tao bu jue" tonite already...... plus a Cool comm meeting addin to them all. ouch~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's officially midnite now.. so im gonna knock off now. Make it short and sweeeeet. Nitez ppl.. nitez bloggie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109492029582577199?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109492029582577199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109492029582577199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109492029582577199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109492029582577199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/tgif-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109491964213904315</id><published>2004-09-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:20:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arh!! What a way to start e 2nd entry.. so pissed now. Grrrr~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're SUPPOSED to have a 1a3/2a3 gathering today, sniff.. only afew of e closer ones meetin for a steamboat dinner at Marina. But in e last min, e guyz pulled out! Y? Cos "there's too much food over here at east coast.." Oh man.. wad kinda excuse is tat?! Cant u have put it in e nicer way?? "Oopz.. oh my... how terribly sorry.. I'll gather e rest of e boys tml and all together now... we ought to be spanked!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiz.. oh well.. Ling babygal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if u see this.. I'm sooo sorry it had to turn out this way ok? Cheer up. I'll treat u  "he" drink e next time. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is still good! At least now I have a chance to go for thurs worship prac :) It went really well. Was actually kinda depressed and suicidal at first (hehe) but me bros and sises of Christ slapped some sense into me lahz. Wahahaaa~ wad a way to put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kkz.. gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: oh yeah.. Reagan, im so sorry u almost killed me on ur bike ok? =PPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109491964213904315?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109491964213904315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109491964213904315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109491964213904315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109491964213904315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/arh-what-way-to-start-e-2nd-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285818.post-109490168812646751</id><published>2004-09-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:06:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWB ALERT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh gosh.. am still tryin to figure out those settings &amp;amp; formatting crap. . But can feel e power of free speech here already. Hehhehheh~ Gonna fill this place wif thoughts, scribbles, musings, babbling nonsense.. U name it... Welcome to my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although FYI, there'll be. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; NO unethnical.. satanic rubbish. Heyz! Pure and holyholy here! Hehe.. i'm ur typical Jesus-freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; NO vulgarities.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unless I really, REALLY cant help myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(3&lt;/span&gt;) and NO! There will absolutely be NO boyband pics here. (shucks..) That goes especially to U, miss gurpreet kaur. Wahahaa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;K then ppl, I'll be back soon wif more. God bless..&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285818-109490168812646751?l=nezziebiatche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/feeds/109490168812646751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285818&amp;postID=109490168812646751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490168812646751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285818/posts/default/109490168812646751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nezziebiatche.blogspot.com/2004/09/newb-alert-oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>nezzie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08444632644439533594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/nezzs/shite/sbc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
