<?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-13465477</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:41.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oishii-sushi^(00)^"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-113179898765967221</id><published>2005-11-12T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T04:40:06.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Stole from Vivien's blog =P don't mind yaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. Hair color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Brownish xD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. Eye color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Slightly taller than me... around 170ish. Don't get to 180 though! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. Six pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Ohhhh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. Long or short hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Short. Nice enough for me to mess up xD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Black thick frame glasses. Mmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Piercings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;One on the left. Either on the ear lobe or cartilage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Not too thin! Not too thick either ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Big butt or little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Um.. A nice and firm butt =P..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Chest hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Buff or Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;NO SKINNY GUYS. Medium guys with six packs.. NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Straight teeth, Gap or Braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Straight and white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Funny or Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Knows how to be serious and funny at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Party or Stay home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; More to the homie boy side ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Should he cook or bake something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind BUT he must eat the things I make ;p whether it's BURNT or DISGUSTING.. he MUST eat it. Mwahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Should he have a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I wouldn't mind if his bestie is a girl too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Should he have a lot of girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; It's good, as long as they're not too close to him. Rarhhh.. hands off my man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Outgoing or Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; To be honest I'm attracted to shy guys. Hehehe. I love the shy smile. Don't be too shy to talk to girls though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Sarcastic or Sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sincere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Should he love his mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Watch chick flicks with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Uh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Would he be a smoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No :( It hurts my heart a lot to see someone I love smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Would he drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Would he swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No, unless he's really angry then it's reasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Would he play with your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes but if it gets too messy, he's dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. One or more girls at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; One and that girl shall be ME. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Would he pay for the dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think it's fair for him to pay for every date, so we'll take turns =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Does he kiss you on the 1st date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; One on the cheek would be nice =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Where would you go to dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Um, anywhere. Some place he likes. I love guys who share with girls =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Would he bring you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Would he lay under the stars with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and tell me every secret ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Would he write poetry about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I would prefer a song =P LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Would he call you hunny, sweetie or baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sweetheart or darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Would he hang out with you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, and try to get along with my friends even if he doesn't like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Would you hang with him and his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, and try to get along with them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Will he walk you to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, especially during a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, i don't care if he does sport. He has to sing though ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. nah, he might get a knee injury. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Water polo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yessss surfers are HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Skateboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Snowboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; YES!! YES!! OMG GOOD QUESTION!! HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Sing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; YES. YES YES YES. ESPECIALLY LOVE SONGS!! MAJOR TURN ON!! I LOVE GUYS WHO CAN SING WELL!! YEAAAAA BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Plays guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; OMFG YES!! I WANT A MUSICAL GUY. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5o. Play drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Yes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Clean his room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Well... yes, seeing that i'm also a messy person and wouldn't be bothered cleaning his room ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Paint/Draw/Sculpt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Writes his own music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; YES! OMFG.. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Uses the word dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No, i find it very try hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Uses the word tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hmm...maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Would he watch the sunrise with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I would prefer we walk under the rain together ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. What kind of car does he drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind, as long as I could sit beside him in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. How old is he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; A few years older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. What would his name be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Justin. LOL. No, I'm kidding.. I can't exactly choose a name for a boyfriend, can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-113179898765967221?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/113179898765967221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=113179898765967221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113179898765967221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113179898765967221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/11/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-113131935916841672</id><published>2005-11-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:22:39.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My Accounting exam is in less than an hour and I'm sitting here in front of the revision sheet staring at it blankly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't give a shit. Or two. Or three. Or four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's my dad who forced me to take up Accounting =P ...He is not allowing me to drop it so he can just watch me fail ;p! I hate being drowned in numbers. I don't care how cash comes in or goes out. AND... I don't like those... thingies....what do you call them? Statement of financial position and performance crap. Yeah. I aim to fail the rest of my exams too, Economics being an exception. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By the way, I love the voice clip thingy on MSN! Hehehe! It rawks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-113131935916841672?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/113131935916841672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=113131935916841672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113131935916841672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113131935916841672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/11/accounting.html' title='Accounting'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-113045573531797027</id><published>2005-10-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:28:55.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y'ello people! How have you all been? I've been stressed this whole week and I'm glad that I've gotten most of the stuff over and done with. My Legal Studies teacher sent me an e-mail last night to remind me of my overdue essay, haha. Still can't be bothered doing it though. Hmm, might try to do it tonight. I really couldn't care less. I'm dropping that subject next year and I would NEVER want to touch a Legal Studies textbook again!! NEVER. I enjoyed the excursions though. They were pretty fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmms. I had to attend an Economics conference on Wednesday. I was to present myself as Phil Knight, the previous Nike President and CEO, and I had to give a speech on "my" views of Globalisation. I was stressing out like MAD the night before the conference, as my speech was a minute OVER the time limit. As I stayed up till 3am to work on that speech on Monday night, I didn't want to cut ANY of my hard work out =P... and so, I got my sister to do it. She managed to cut a minute of the speech, which was half a page!!! Ouch, my heart broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The conference chairman was Mr G!rvan. I was extremely nervous before the conference, as I couldn't even handle giving an oral presentation in class. The fact that I had to present FIRST, did not help at all. I took a deep breath and told myself that this is a good opportunity for me to build up my self confidence. I got up, slowly put my speech on the table and fixed the microphone. The first paragraph of my speech went smoothly. I managed to force a bit of confidence in me, and gave the audience eye contact and spoke loudly. THEN... I had to STUFF UP in the middle of the second paragraph. Feeling embarrassed, I looked down and mumbled..."Um, sorry... I'm sorry"! Then I took a deep breath, tried to find where I was up to, and continued from there. As I was afraid of stuffing up again, I started shaking. I think my Economics teacher, Mr G0uld noticed. Even though I know he doesn't like me, I really appreciate how he made eye contact with me while I was making my speech, to give me support and indirectly tried to tell me that I would be fine. I finished my speech with "What else is there to think about? As the Nike slogan says, JUST DO IT". Not knowing what to do, I stood there and stared at the audience. Mr G!rvan then said, "Um, yes Phil, you can go ahead and sit down now"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He then gave me a loooooong comment, not that I listened, because at that moment I felt like crying. I embarrassed myself in front of people who knew me, people who didn't, my current Economics teacher AND future Economics teacher AND THE VIDEO CAMERA!!! Don't ask me why they recorded the conference because I want to know too!!! Argh. Things got even worse when the other delegates threw questions and comments at me. I had no idea what to answer. Mr G!rvan was really nice and rescued me a few times. When I didn't know how to answer a question, I'd look at Mr G0uld and he'd either nod or shake his head to give me hints. He also tried to make me feel less awkward by joking about the situation. I'm so thankful to have a teacher like him!! Mr G!rvan had to rescue me again at the end, when everyone made comments about Nike using child labour and under paying their factory workers. I had no idea WHAT to say, because I, myself do not support Nike and think that they should increase wages. However, I was so sucked in to my role that I wanted to just yell out "Business is business and if Nike didn't do that you won't be able to afford items from Nike! AND, I've mentioned in my speech that these people used to be unemployed and couldn't even make their own income. Having a bit is better than having nothing" ... Then Mr G!rvan came to the rescue and said something similar to what I wanted to say. HAHAHA. YAY. I'm looking forward to have him as a teacher, actually. I used to be scared of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overall, I suppose the conference was pretty fun. Yes, I did look like the biggest LOSER, but I'm proud of myself and happy that I attended the conference. I'm happy, because I did not try to find an excuse to get out of it. I'm happy because I actually put effort in this work, and even though I didn't deliver my speech well, I've tried my best. I know I have. I'm also happy because even though I felt like crying and was literally about to cry, I NEVER felt a teeny weeny bit of regret for attending the conference. This isn't anything like me at all =). Thanks to Mr G!rvan and Mr G0uld by indirectly being so supportive. I could never thank them enough =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right now I'm sitting in Accounting and Mr Buck!ngham is being nice for once. Instead of yelling at us for asking him a question, he is actually willing to SMILE and answer them. He was not like that before the semester 1 exams. I think it's because it's our last lesson, EVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Year 11 classes end today *sobs*. Then it's exams, and Year 12 transition. AHHHH. I WILL MISS YEAR 11 A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-113045573531797027?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/113045573531797027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=113045573531797027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113045573531797027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/113045573531797027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-classes.html' title='Last classes'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112968377603450183</id><published>2005-10-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:42:02.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Exams are exactly two weeks away and I'm still currently drowned in piles and piles of homework. There is hardly any time left for me to study and yet I still have to complete homework and assignments! I need to get good results. I don't want to see any co-ordinators, counsellors or talk to any teachers. All I want is to get good results and pass this year. I don't want to do badly and have teachers telling me that I'm ineligible to do Year 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The other day, I walked into my parents' room and saw my school fees laying on my father's desk. Curious, I took a peek at the piece of paper. The school fees is so expensive that I just...froze. I never realised how much my parents had to pay. My dad repeatedly told me that he could buy a BMW with my school fees, and all I did was rolled my eyes and yawned. Despite having to work so hard and pay such a great amount of money for my education, he still refuses to send me to a public school as my dad believes that private schools provide much better education. I've told him to send me to a public school near by, but he looked at me and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Nah. You've only got two years of high school left anyway, and since you're used to the environment, might as well".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Only two years? Do you know how much money that is? Do you know it's not worth spending so much money on such a useless daughter like me? You're just wasting your money. It's all going down the drain. Simply because I'm too stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My dad and I aren't close at all. Most of the time we talk, it's about school work. If it isn't about school work, it's about us complaining about each other. I only go to him when I want something. When I receive phone calls from him, it's always about looking after my little brother, or a reminder to record something for him on TV. It's been YEARS... since I last said &lt;em&gt;"I love you"&lt;/em&gt; to my dad. In fact, I don't think I've even said that to him once throughout my high school years. The last time I did was through SMS, and it was because I wanted him to buy me something. Most of the time, I find my dad annoying. Not only my dad, but my mum too. They grumble TOO much, but the fact that they're willing to pay SO MUCH money for my education... already shows how much they do love me...and how much I've taken them for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know there is no way I would be able to repay them. All I can do is to get good results. I really wish, one day I would be able to run up to my parents with a smile on my face and tell them how well I did on my exams. I really wish I'd be able to hear my dad complimenting me with a serious look on his face, then telling me that I would be able to do better, but smiling inside. &lt;em&gt;If only.... If only I was smart enough&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/13465477-112968377603450183?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112968377603450183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112968377603450183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112968377603450183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112968377603450183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112951036371504415</id><published>2005-10-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:55:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NOVEMBER EXAM TIMETABLE ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weds 2nd Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;English 2nd Lang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;8:15am&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri 4th Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;Psychology &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;8:15am&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon 7th Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;Accounting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;11:15am&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tues 8th Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;Further Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;8:30am&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wed 9th Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;Economics &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;2:00pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thurs 10th Nov&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :: &lt;strong&gt;Legal Studies&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;11:15am&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay! Doesn't life just keep getting better? Especially when you have an exam on your Birthday? Hmm, I should really stop procrastinating and start studying. &lt;em&gt;Come on Susan,&lt;/em&gt; at least flip through &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;page of each textbook or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112951036371504415?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112951036371504415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112951036371504415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112951036371504415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112951036371504415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112899021997969236</id><published>2005-10-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:38:33.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm gonna bloody pull my hair out right now due to stress and it's not even EXAM PERIOD yet!!! Wtf WTF!!! ... I bullshitted my way through my Psychology test today, which was a report we had to write up about a stupid survey that we did. I was bullshitting so much that I don't know what on earth I was writing... I AM FREAKING ANNOYED... How the hell are you supposed to write four to five bloody pages ABOUT A STUPID SURVEY?!! That is not even ACCURATE... and we're expected to bullshit out way through that?!!! OKAY, fine.. maybe it's because I'm specially SLOW and STUPID.. but it's not my fault &gt;&lt;"! Excuse my language, I am a bit STRESSED... if you can't tell already!!! And I don't know WHY I'm stressing because I never usually give a shit OR TWO about my work... and look WHO'S stressing!!! &gt;&lt;"!! AHHHH... I DON'T EVEN THINK I'M MAKING SENSE IN THIS BLOODY ENTRY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm sitting in Economics right now... STRESSING my arse off as well, even though it's a bludge class so I don't know WHY I'm stressing.. but anyways, we have to work on our Economics conference... WTF ... is the point of having a conference... a four minute speech on GLOBALISATION?? What the hell is globalisation?? And OMG... I have to do research on Phil Knight, and this is time for me to say, WHO THE HELL IS PHIL KNIGHT.... apparently he is the CEO of Nike... rightttt.. how interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I've never seen myself THIS stressed before &gt;&lt;"!! ... okay, maybe during semester 1 exams... because I had no sleep at all &gt;&lt;" but I only slept for less then 2 hours last night... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and and and... My reaction today is so SLOW and DELAYED... This was how I talked to Sarah this morning.. "Um.. Yes... You know..... that... um.... sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about.... mmm.....sorry, I had no sleep....so..um...yes.....um....haha..so.....what....do....you....have...now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"What?.....why?.....but....why?.....um... erm..hehe...sorry, i don't really...know...what...i'm...talking about...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I NEED SLEEP BUT NOOOOOO... I CAN'T BECAUSE I'VE GOT MATHS TUITION AFTER SCHOOL &gt;&lt;"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God damn it.... I need AH TEEN's voice right now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;By the way, how the HELL am I supposed to survive giving a four minute speech infront of like... 60 PEOPLE?!! and I have to ACT like Phil Knight as well??? HELLO??? &gt;&lt;"... WHICH PART OF ME LOOKS LIKE A MAN?!!! okay, actually.. I don't want an answer to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I think Mr Gxuld realised that I'm STRESSED and NOT HAPPY... He just walked up and pointed a pencil straight at me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: *looks up and blinks at him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mr G: *In a demanding tone* I haven't seen a smile today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: *blinks*...*shows teeth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mr G: That's better... *nods and walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hahahaha?? Should I laugh or be afraid??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112899021997969236?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112899021997969236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112899021997969236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112899021997969236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112899021997969236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf.html' title='Wtf!'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112894291465818260</id><published>2005-10-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T04:15:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone survey ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Model:&lt;/strong&gt; LG U8360 (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wallpaper:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and Ah Lun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ring tone:&lt;/strong&gt; Leo's new song "Shun Jarn Chuen Shuet" .. chorus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alarm tone:&lt;/strong&gt; An alarm ringing, then Leo screaming "HEI SARN AR.. FAI D HEI SARN AR!! HEI AR, HEI AR!!"...It is actually quite annoying.. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message tone:&lt;/strong&gt; Leo saying "Sao dou yat got SE-WEET SE-WEET geh duen shun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ring volume:&lt;/strong&gt; Maximum hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting message:&lt;/strong&gt; Slowie loves Jusleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last made call:&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last missed call:&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last received call:&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last SMS sent:&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine &gt;&lt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last SMS received:&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine &gt;&lt;"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Games:&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno.... haven't checked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour:&lt;/strong&gt; Lime green...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accessories:&lt;/strong&gt; Gingerbread winnie the pooh and hamster winnie the pooh.. and a cow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camera:&lt;/strong&gt; 1.3 megapixels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screensaver:&lt;/strong&gt; Phones have screensavers?! =I... I better check it out then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112894291465818260?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112894291465818260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112894291465818260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112894291465818260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112894291465818260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/phone-survey.html' title='Phone survey'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112829892330687940</id><published>2005-10-03T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T03:37:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Music :: Justin Lo - 命硬 (Mang Ngarng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of school and I'm dead already. Been coughing for exactly a week now. Went to the doctor two days ago and he said that it's an infection. So I swallowed all that disgusting cough syrup for nothing. YUCK. He said that I should be able to get well in a week. I've gotten a lot better. I don't cough much during the day anymore, but at night I cough NON-STOP. In fact, it was so bad last night that I didn't manage to get ANY sleep AT ALL. I was coughing so much I was about to vomit. No, I'm not exaggerating. So I asked mum if she could pick me up earlier today. Yes, and I'm going home early. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm really missing 敬麟 (King Lun)!! Hehehe. Anyways. Oh. My hair is BLACK again, thanks to my sister who dyed my hair for me last night because I was unhappy about going to school with BRIGHT RED hair. Hahaha. Ahhh. Now I'm normal again xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin has a new song xD! Finally! After being stuck to Erica and 好人 (Hou Yan) for a few months! His new song is called 命硬 (Mang Ngarng), and it's really sweet. I think it was the first time they played it on radio last night. Although I do not understand the song completely, it already managed to capture my heart!! I've been repeating this song OVER and OVER again. Why does Justin have such a sweet voice and sing such sweet songs?! Don't make me love you more, Teen. You know I'm dying already. Anyways if anybody wants this song, feel free to ask me for it =). Also many thanks to Kevin and Stina! If it wasn't for them I wouldn't be able to get my hands on this song =). I shall cut the chorus tonight and load it to my phone so I could use it as a ringtone xD! Can't wait to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where is Joyce right now because her present is still with me! I want my present too!!! &gt;&lt;"!!! Haha, I've got a small present for Elaine too, but hers is really easy to pass to her. All I have to do is send her one MMS and then it's done. Hehe, I think she'll be really happy though. Thank god I got the unlimited MMS pack. Phew. (I think I do anyways). *Sigh* I didn't take my medication last night, maybe that's why I coughed like mad. It's disgusting though. I thought antibiotic pills are supposed to be tasteless. This one tastes DISGUSTING. And also that cough + cold tablet. It's so bitter. Eww. When are doctors going to come up with chocolate or vanilla flavoured tablets? Or even Cola flavoured? It would make things much easier!!!!! Okay, I shall stop here and browse through some websites or something. Miss you all. Have fun back at school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112829892330687940?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112829892330687940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112829892330687940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112829892330687940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112829892330687940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/10/dying.html' title='Dying...'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112807314293313623</id><published>2005-09-30T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:50:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The two of us hardly talked to each other. In fact, we hardly even made eye contact with each other. We were at some Chinese restaurant, sitting with a different group of people, our tables being next to each other's. I kept looking back to see if he would maybe smile or nod, but he didn't even bother looking over my direction. Just as I was about to leave that place, I walked past him and he pulled my jumper. I stood there and looked at him, feeling awkward and puzzled. He told me to meet him at the same place later. Speechless, I nodded and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to do my own stuff, and a while later remembered that I had to go back to the restaurant to meet up with him. So that was exactly what I did. However, he was no where to be seen. I got extremely annoyed after a long wait and left. Since that day, I've heard nothing about him and nothing from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and I slowly started to get used to it. Then it hit me when I received the news that he was dead. I refused to believe and went around asking people if it was true, and not one of them said it wasn't. There were even newspaper articles about his death. People started telling me bits and pieces of the case and everything was a blur. I tried to stay strong and read the newspaper article, but the moment I saw his photo on the article, I burst into tears. Then I ran to the toilet while my friend Betty was chasing after me, yelling out my name. I didn't want to see anyone or hear anything so I tried to slam the toilet door on her but she pushed it open before I could do so. She tried to calm me down and said a lot of stuff I wasn't interested in listening to. So I got up and yelled at her. "He's dead! He has died for A YEAR and you weren't even planning to let me know! ONE YEAR! Everyone knows except for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without giving her a chance to reply, I stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Justin's "Hou Yan" chorus playing. It was my phone. Still shocked from the dream, I jumped up and picked up the phone. It was a call from Elaine. I told her that I was really scared and told her about the dream while I still had tears in my eyes. I woke up with tears flowing down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt kind of disturbed for the whole day about the dream. *Sigh* If it was a real situation, I think I would need a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kicking away all the depressing stuff, I got a new bird yesterday! xD My precious little boy. Hehe. For those of you who don't know, I'm scared of birds. Well, scared to hold them anyways. I overcame my fear today and played with my precious bird! Held him in my hand too! He's so adorable! Guess what his name is? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112807314293313623?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112807314293313623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112807314293313623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112807314293313623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112807314293313623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112791332845626827</id><published>2005-09-28T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:15:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanx Ginny ;p.. for tagging me ! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things that scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Losing someone I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. The dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Insects and Reptiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. My father ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Instant noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Cute plushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. My 3G phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Being pampered and loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Having enough money to go on a shopping spre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Seeing my idols xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven important things in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. My bed and everything on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. My CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. My Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Kungfu, my fighting fish ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Fanclub t-shirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Autographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven random facts about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. I sometimes growl back at my dog when she growls at me...without realising it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. I'm very easily attached to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. I'm the laziest person you'll ever meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Confidence is something I'll never have in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Looks don't matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. I'm short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. I can get a high from drinking Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Confess to the guy I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Give my dog away to a good and responsible owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Write every single friend of mine a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Get someone to tell my idols how much I miss them T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Do everything I've always wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Reflect on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Sleep (only afternoon naps though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Go n a shopping spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Laugh for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Blurt out something weird out of no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Bully my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Fail ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things I can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Get good results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Save money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Cut chocolate out of my diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Look at Ah Lun when he smiles xD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Lie properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Wash my hair every single day (too dry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Do homework ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven things I say the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Yeah, whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Oh really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Yalar, Yalar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. What do you want?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. What the hell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Shit, I haven't done any homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seven people who will have to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Vivien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Pui Yeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. ME - coz I just did it! &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/13465477-112791332845626827?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112791332845626827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112791332845626827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112791332845626827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112791332845626827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112654586578394089</id><published>2005-09-13T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:27:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm such a pig! It's been PROVEN that I'm a pig. Well, I ate like one today anyway. Today, I went to Goldband Karaoke with Wei Chi, Cheryl, Chloe, Eileen, Jess and Cheryl. As usual, I ordered fried fishballs and a glass of Iced Lemon Tea. While the others were singing, I had the urge to eat, so I ordered more food. Fried chicken wings this time! My sister called after karaoke and said that she wanted sweet corn soup, so while getting her that, I ordered myself hot and sour soup too. Then I went to BSC to give her the soup, and stayed to eat a huge plate of fried meehun, along with hot and sour soup and a big glass of green tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah huh. THEN...Cheryl, Jess and Eileen came over to look for me and asked if I wanted to join them to EAT at Claypot House. There you go, MORE food. I stuffed dumplings in my mouth and drank Iced Grass Jelly. No no, it's not the end yet! After Cheryl and Eileen left, Jess and I went back to BSC with her friend Franky, and AGAIN, I ate more chicken wings and fries!!! AHHHH. When they left for TimeOut to play games, my sister offered me some egg waffles. YES, MORE FOOD!!! &gt;&lt;" OH MY GOD. Yes, it's the end of the list now =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joyce called me from Hong Kong today! Hehe! We were talking about Ah Lun, and she said that she will try to look for him, haha. Bullshit. Errr, then I sorta got slighty too excited and accidentally hit the END button. Ooops. Anyways, don't think I really like Ah Lun that much now. Haha, see what I told you? It's one of those little crushes. I'm surprised it even lasted THIS long. Okay, Okay, maybe I do still like him A BIT... but I don't know, I'm really confused right now...just about certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Sigh* I'm feeling so scared right now, thanks to the TERRORISTS. Apparently, they plan to attack Los Angeles AND Melbourne. I remember back in 2001 after the 911 event, rumours went around that England and Australia are their next targets. London was recently bombed...so I guess Melbourne is next. WHY Melbourne? I don't know. I really want to ask them this question too. I read the newspaper. They said something like "We love peace, but peace in our terms". PFFT. @@#$#%#$@#!!!!!! I'm telling you, these people are so.........#)(#)$(#%!!!!! I am REALLY TEMPTED to swear BUT... I shall NOT swear just because of those DOGS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T.T ... I told my sister to burn me a Kubi and a 3G phone if I die. Her boyfriend said he'd burn my dog to keep my company. -_-" Nobody takes my words seriously, do they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's 3:24am and I don't know if I should read my novel (I managed to flick through 45 pages in THREE WEEKS lol), or to watch 'Ngo dik yea marn lai lai' or 'Jao dim fung wan'.... ahhhhhhh!!!! SLEEPING is definitely not one of the options ;p! My days could be limited =(!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112654586578394089?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112654586578394089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112654586578394089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112654586578394089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112654586578394089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/terrorists.html' title='Terrorists'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112633673617721627</id><published>2005-09-10T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:32:17.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello folks, what's up? It's the first day of my term break, and I've been trying to catch up with some sleep. Hehe. Even though it's school work that I'm supposed to catch up on. Ahhh, I'm suffering from a pimple outbreak right now, which is not &lt;em&gt;at all &lt;/em&gt;surprising because I've been eating ONLY fried food for the past two weeks. I wish my appetite would GO AWAY. It went away for one whole week THEN came back after Leo and Miriam's mini show at Federation Square. NOT GOOD. *Sigh* Why can't I just stay away from fried food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, this might sound unbelievable, but I think there are some unwelcomed guests roaming around my house right now. *Shivers*. Why do I think so? Well, you see... a few odd things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Apparently, my brother told my mum that she didn't switch the CD player off last night, when she didn't even switch it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- I was ALONE downstairs when the phone in the family room started ringing. As I was about to pick it up, I realised that the call was from the phone in the dining room. There was NO ONE in the dining room (mum and bro were upstairs). The phone was on SPEAKER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- The TV switched off by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20050909/23/c/2/8/c283f8814c4011635308bb08b73921480_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- Mum discovered the door in the backyard opened one morning. No one in my family opened it, and my dog was locked up in her house. That door is locked most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yes, anyway, these are the few odd things that happened at my house. Usually, I wouldn't be afraid over such a small thing. However, I've heard from about two people that they've seen unwelcomed guests around. Yes, my house. I shall end this entry HERE before I freak myself out even more =). Plan to bake later. Let's just hope that no more weird things happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh yes... =P I nearly forgot to mention, I spotted Leo's pimple on TVB8 news. Hahaha. The same pimple. It's so cuuuuuuute! Justin was really adorable too, with his hood and cap on. Aww. As for Miriam, no comment =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20050909/23/c/2/8/c283f8814c4011635308bb08b73921480_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20050909/23/c/2/8/c283f8814c4011635308bb08b73921480_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20050909/23/c/2/8/c283f8814c4011635308bb08b73921480_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112633673617721627?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112633673617721627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112633673617721627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112633673617721627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112633673617721627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/unwelcomed-guests.html' title='Unwelcomed guests'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112614740962841379</id><published>2005-09-08T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:34:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People have been telling me non-stop that I should really stick to one blog. Hmm, so here I am! *Sticks self to laptop screen*. There you go, stuck to this blog. Ahhh, two more days of school. My lovely three week term break is on its way =). I should really make an effort to catch up during these three weeks and stop procrastinating. It's so unfair! Everyone is getting their butts somewhere. Oh well. I guess I'd probably have to roam around Box Hill or the city on my own and be a little loner. I'm feeling sorry for myself right now but I know that self pity won't get me anywhere. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in Psychology class right now, obviously typing up an entry on my blog. At the same time though, I am trying not to pay too much attention to my laptop screen. It's my trick. Whenever I type an entry on my blog or an e-mail during class, I ALWAYS make eye contact with my teacher and nod. Either that, or I put on a really confused expression on my face. Most of them fall for it. They think I'm really interested and paying attention. I somehow don't think my Psychology teacher falls for it. She's a pretty smart one. If she knows you're not paying attention, she directly picks on you and asks you a question. Hmm. I better be EXTREMELY careful. I find it a bit scary talking to Psychology teachers, because it seems like they KNOW everything. It seems like they would be able to tell whether you're telling the truth or a lie. Argh, we're doing a stupid survey thing right now. Hang on, I actually don't mind answering to surveys, but I don't like asking people! AND guess what? That happens to be our task for Psychology for this term break! *Glares at teacher*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's been exactly a week since Leo, Justin, Miriam and crew left Melbourne. Leo seems happy to be back in Hong Kong. He even went to Disney Land right after he got back. I'm glad that he's able to get a bit of rest after travelling so much! He hasn't been back home for quite a while. He's travelling again in a few days, to Canada for his concert. Justin seems to be really busy attending shows and I think working on his album, and he will also be following Leo to Canada in a few days. Wish them both Good Luck =). Missing them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to kill myself. We've got another ERA (Empirical Research Activity) report to write up for Psychology, thanks a lot to my lovely teacher =). I shouldn't really be complaining about the work we have to do for Psychology, considering the fact that I want to get into a Psychology course in University and the workload would be much, much, MUCH worse than what we get now. Okay, we're having a discussion about Euthanasia and class just ended. See you all =) I am missing everyone, for no reason. Hehe, Do you all miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112614740962841379?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112614740962841379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112614740962841379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112614740962841379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112614740962841379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/lalala.html' title='Lalala.'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112558724331133691</id><published>2005-09-02T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:07:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Leo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know whether to feel happy or sad. Happy because I just saw Leo again? Or feel sad because they've gone for good? *Sigh* Anyway, this will be an extremely long entry... I think so anyway. That's if I could manage to put all my feelings into words. Okay, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got home early from school today, then took a nap. Woke up, took a shower, got changed... packed my 'fan club' t-shirt, camera, phone, wallet and mp3. Then I ran to catch the tram. Met up with Joyce and Elaine at Starbucks. We then sat there and discussed, then wrote messages into the card we bought for Leo. Joyce then went for her Japanese dinner, while Elaine and I were shopping for more stuff. We went to buy a bracelet, then when we were getting it engraved, out of no where... Elaine randomly said, "AH LUN AR!!!!"... and I was like, yeah yeah whatever. I didn't believe her because I thought she was trying to trick me (Because I tried to trick her and said "GEI ZAI AR!!!" before that).  Then the moment I turned around and saw Ah Lun, I froze. He was wearing the same jacket, so he wasn't that hard to recognise. I just stood there and froze for a few seconds. Then I was like, "What should we do??? CHASE LAR!!"... and Elaine went to chase after him, while I stood there waiting for the guy to engrave the bracelet -_-". My heart was beating fast and according to Elaine I was blushing like mad. Yes, I think I've fallen for Ah Lun... again? ARGH. I tried to call Elaine but couldn't get through, so I told the 'engraving guy' that I lost my friend. He was crapping on about some joke, but I wasn't really in the mood to listen so I just nodded and laughed at nothing anyway. Then Elaine came running back and said that she lost him. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We then went to Jetty Surf to get a top. While one of the guys went into the store room to find a medium sized jacket, Elaine and I approached two other guys and asked them where HARD CANDY was. They looked a bit shocked and asked if it was a club, and I replied yes. They told us the direction and asked why we wanted to go there, and I was like "Well I'm actually looking for a hotel next to that"... but they continued making fun of us and all... saying stuff like "Oh you naughty girls hey, going to Hard Candy"...and "Enjoy your night girls, at HARD CANDY"... It made Elaine and I VERY CURIOUS... what the hell is Hard Candy anyway? Anyway, we went hunting for Hard Candy and couldn't see anything but CLUB X. So we were like.. okay??? Then I got a smack in the face...telling me that Hard Candy is actually CLUB X. OH MY GOD.. NO WONDER THOSE GUYS WERE BLOODY MAKING FUN OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;&lt;"!!!!!!!! Anyway, we saw a hotel opposite Club X called Saville, but we weren't sure if that was the hotel they were staying at, so Elaine and I were planning to ask if it's a four star hotel. When we crossed the road, we saw the crew members outside!! So we went to hide and called Joyce, telling her to get out of the Japanese dinner RIGHT NOW. She was like "What? Now? How should I tell Naito? blah blah blah"... then I got extremely impatient and said "I CAN SEE MR.HAIRSTYLIST IN HIS GREEN COAT, WITH HIS HEAD DOWN AND HANDS IN HIS POCKET"... and she was like "OKAY I AM COMING NOW!!" ... man, the power of obsession. We saw them getting into the van so we caught a cab straight to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Karen met up with us at the airport not long after we arrived, and we actually waited for quite a long time. Of course, as usual.. the four of us added up together, there was not one boring moment. We laughed and jumped up and down, talking about random stuff... planning the weirdest things to say, etc. Joyce and Elaine screamed SO MANY TIMES that everyone was glaring at us. We kept going outside to check if they arrived, but it wasn't until 9:45pm (I think) that they arrived. I was EXTREMELY NERVOUS (even though I really shouldn't be), and then the moment I saw AH LUN... oh my god, I like turned around and walked another direction &gt;&lt;"! He looked really awkward too, well.. I don't exactly blame him.. after that night, who wouldn't feel awkward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to the other side and watched them check in. One of the crew members was like, "Yii? You guys again huh?" and smiled warmly. We then gave him the chocolates and told them that it was for the crew, and he thanked us. Then I caught Ah Lun smiling reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally sweetly, nearly laughing. I couldn't handle it so I hid behind Elaine and blushed. Smack me now, for being such a coward. Then I took snaps of Ah Lun, and totally forgot about GEI ZAI!!!! I turned around and I was like, Where's Gei Zai?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I saw Karen, Joyce and Elaine surrounding Justin while I was taking photos, so I went over to join them and asked Justin if I could have a photo. He smiled warmly and said "Oh hou ar"... I then told him how good his singing was and told him to ADD OIL! Then he chatted with us. HE WAS REALLY NICE. Awww, and cute. He was actually really cute CLOSE UP!! He asked when we came over to Australia and told us that he moved to America (Seattle) when he was really young too. Then he kept telling us how nice we are. Hmm? He asked why he didn't see us the other day, and we said we were there... and he was like "Ohhhh you guys were at the front right?" and we were like yups!! Haha, then I think he remembered the t-shirts and all ... His voice is so soft and sweet.. man, I really regret not getting him anything. Karen asked if he got the Carlton beanie or did someone give it to him, and he said that he got it himself. Joyce asked why he didn't get Collingwood -_-".. and he asked what it was... and then he was like "Oh, those Aussie rules stuff?" He was a really sweet guy, really enjoyed talking to him... then he moved away and listened to his Ipod -_-".. haha, cuteness. Oh, I asked if he liked Melbourne and he said it's pretty good, relaxing and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THEN we approached Miriam. We called out her name a few times but she deliberately ignored us, so we were like... grr she's so CHUEN. But later on she came to talk to us and WOW, she looked pretty close up too. So we told her how pretty she was and all.. hahaha, then KAREN... with her WEIRD self introduction skills, told Miriam that she is doing a nursing course. Miriam seemed interested. They were both talking about nursing course -_-"... because Miriam used to do it too. I told her I wanted to be a psychologist and she said that it's good and all.. hehehe. Took a photo with Miriam too, she's the same height as me! Hahaha. Man, I love her complexion, I really wish I could have it!! SHE HAS THE BEST SKIN EVER. Then after having a random chat with us, she smiled at us and walked back to the crew. AH LUN and her... were laughing, smiling and talking happily while my heart was breaking...staring at them. Aihh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THENNN Leo came over!!!! Haha, this is the BIGGEST PART. Wow I don't think I'd be able to type everything here. We talked about random stuff to Leo today. Hehe, SO HAPPY. I asked for another photo. We planned to take a group photo but Lorraine was like, "No la.. let them take individually la"... AWWW! So cute. Anyway, we got Gei Zai to sign our T-shirts and he was like "Your T-shirts are really very nice" and I was like Hehehe. When he signed my shirt, he was like "Ohhhh, SU-SAN" and OMG I nearly melted. When I was taking the photo with him, we actually had a gap in between us but he moved closer. I FELT HIM move closer and I was like OH MY GOD. Haha, then we walked with him and talked to him. He asked when we came over and when we told him he was like "Wah!"...Then I told him that I showed some Aussie girls his photo and they said he looks 19. He was like "HAI GAR! Ngo hai gar!" hahahahah. Then he said, "But when Westerners look at us Asians, they tend to think we're younger" and I was like "Oh but you look 19 anyway" and again, he was like "HAI GAR! I look younger than you girls" HAHAHA.... and I was like "Yi? Then am I talking to a little boy?"... and he laughed. Aww. I nearly forgot to ask if he could call Karen AH SUM... and Karen was like "Susan, didn't you have something to tell Gei Zai?" and Gei Zai looked at me and waited for me to say something.. and I was like.. Ummmm... "Gei Zai, can you call her Ah SUM ar?" and he was like "Huh? Ah Sum? Dim gai gei?" and I explained that she was the oldest out of us all, and he was like "oh... Ah sum".. and Joyce butted in and said, "Yes ar, WE CALL HER GEI SUM" LOL!! Leo half smiled/half laughed SO SWEETLY, and Lorraine laughed. LOL... I was like "Yiiii lei dei mou gum wat dat lar!!!"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As we were getting close to the door, I knew I had not much time left, so I told Gei Zai, "Gei Zai ngo dei hou mm seh duk lei ar"... and he was like "Oh, don't need to feel mm seh duk lar, when I open your letters and cards I can see your faces gar ma, then I'll remember lor!" and I was like.. but I didn't put a photo in?? and He said, "Nevermind la.. will remember gar!!". Before that he said that we would be able to see him again in Hong Kong and I told him that I don't go there often. Haih. Then we said our good byes and watched Leo slowly walk in the door. I couldn't stand it, so I yelled out "GEI ZAI! NGO DEI WUI WING YUEN JI CHI LEI GAR!"... then he nodded and said bye... walked in, but stepped backwards and looked at us again. This time, he stood there and waved at us. Saying goodbye again. AHHHH!!!! I was so happy... at the same time so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha, also, Joyce and Elaine asked if he opened their present and he put on a cheeky smile, nodded and whispered yes. Haha. He's SO CUTE!! I think, for the next few weeks at least, he will remember the four of us... don't know if he'll remember us after, but I hope that he will keep the card we gave him. I was thinking that Gei Zai won't have ANYTHING to remember us, then I remembered... one of the crew members told us that he recorded a lot of us... on Saturday &gt;&lt;"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, and also.. Elaine heard the 'Ah Sum' (not Karen) talking to the hairstylist. They were betting on something, and Ah Sum said to the hairstylist that he lost... so we were guessing that they were betting on whether we would turn up at the airport or not. =P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AH LUN... was really sweet.. even though we didn't talk.. he looked over our direction a few times and smiled a lot.. xD.. mann... aihh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we caught a cab to Karen's friend's house... and Karen drove Joyce home first, then Elaine, then me. I gave SUM SUM a hug... SUM, I will forever remember these times we spent together... =)!!! Also, I sort of made a new friend today at the airport. Hahaha. Anyway, AH SUM... thanks for driving me home and I'm glad you made it home safely!! Hahaha!! MUACKIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This entry... only talks about a few... of the MANY memories... they've all left us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha, oops. I forgot. I told Leo to wear more clothes in Genting Highlands, and he was like "Huh? Genting cold gar meh?" and I was like "10 gei dou gar..." ... and he was like "After I've been through Melbourne's weather, I'M NOT SCARED!!" hahahaha and I was like "LEI MM PAR?!!?!" and he laughed. Hehehe. Because he was wearing like... 3 layers of clothing. His coat was pretty thick too!!! &gt;&lt;"!! Leo, remember to wear more clothes and enjoy your show in Genting ar... LOVE YOU!!! TAKE CARE!!! T-T... [Just believe, dreams come true] - Thank you Leo, you made me believe in your quote.. because you made my dreams come true =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112558724331133691?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112558724331133691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112558724331133691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112558724331133691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112558724331133691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/09/bye-bye-leo.html' title='Bye Bye Leo.'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112539594325466112</id><published>2005-08-30T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T03:02:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello! Yes, I know I've abandoned my poor little bloggy once again, but here I am once more... to blog about my visit to a prison today. The reason I got to visit a prison is because..uh, well, I am taking Legal Studies as a subject this year. So I guess we're there to... learn?? Even though I don't think I really learnt that much today, but it was definitely a worthwhile experience =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We all had to get to school at 7:20am, because the bus leaves at 7:30am. *Sigh* There goes an hour of sleep. For once, I was ON TIME. The moment I got there, I ran into the bus to look for Rachael and sat next to her. Then we talked for a while. After that, I turned my mp3 on and slept on the bus, because it was a 2 hour ride to the prison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally, we got there at about 9:30am. We had to leave all our belongings in the bus, sign in, take a visitor pass, and then one of the police officers had to do a body scan and all... to ensure that we don't sneak anything in -_-". That was really awkward. Reminds me of stupid airports. GRRRR...!!! One of the officers then welcomed us and talked to us a bit about the prison and how the system works, while four prisoners were hanging around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tried not to look at them as I thought it was really RUDE to stare. Then, the four of them came to introduce themselves. Their names are Scott, Simon, Ron and Mr.No name because I forgot his name =P. Ron talked the most and the other three were rather quiet. We then got divided into four groups and they each came to talk to us one by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Scott came to talk to our group first. I found it really awkward, because I hadno idea what questions to ask so I only nodded and listened. I had no idea what reaction to give when he started introducing himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Scott, and I got arrested for aggravated burglary, do you all know what that is? It's when you break into someone else's home. I broke into my ex wife's home and stabbed her". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We were just like... "Oh....Okay???"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then, he started telling us about his story. Why he stabbed his wife and blah blah blah. His wife didn't allow him to see his daughter, and apparently he had to pay a great amount of money just to see her, but his wife was always disappearing with his daughter. He eventually got annoyed, so he broke into her house and stabbed her. Hmm. Then he told us more about the cells and about maximum security... yeah, something along those lines. He was really nice and funny =P. Our group was the only group that wasn't supervised by a teacher, so we had a lot of fun laughing and going off topic, while the other groups stared at us with serious faces because they had teachers supervising them. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The second guy who came to talk to us, was Ron. He was arrested for murder. I'm not too sure about his story, but I think he was some sort of counsellor, and one of his clients got given esctasy and got told that it was heroin. The result, of course, she died. Ron got really angry, so he found the guy who gave her the wrong drugs, and shot him twice in the back. He didn't wait to be arrested, he went to turn himself in because he felt like he wasn't being a good father to his children. Ron was abandoned ever since he was 4 and he was a street kid. He had also commited other crimes like burglary, and apparently he stole 60 thousand dollars (If only he would split half with me). When he first came into prison, he had a girlfriend of 7 years. She requested to visit him but he kept rejecting her, because he wants her to get on with life. He told us that she got married to another man... and after that he said, "So she did what I wanted her to do". I got a bit teary at that part. I thought it was so sweet of him *sobs*. Not all murderers are bad guys after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The third guy, Simon, was arrested for culpable driving. He was drink driving and killed a person in a car crash. He was in a coma himself. His girlfriend was on the phone with him during the accident, and she heard it all happen. He has been in jail for 2 (or 4) years, I can't remember... and still together with his girlfriend. She comes every weekend to visit him. I think it's really sweet =). Nothing much to say about this guy here, hehe. I still think I was only touched by Ron =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The fourth guy... Mr No name, was arrested for.. um.. assaulting someone? He stole something and his best friend told on him, so he broke into his best friend's house and bashed him, and even assaulted the police so they had to use capsicum spray to arrest him. He has three children who are in their teens, and he only has 6 months left to serve =)! Hehe, I've got nothing much to say about this guy either. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, these are a few ... weird things I've learnt during my visit to Loddon Prison today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- You can stab someone with a toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Prisons aren't intimidating at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- The prisoners are allowed to play sport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- They get locked up at a certain time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Some prisoners live in cottages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- THEY GET SEX VISITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EXCLUDING the bus ride, I really enjoyed this excursion =). AND.. I don't understand why people find prisoners so intimidating. Or why they look down on them. Prisoners are also human beings like us. It's just that they've made a mistake... and their mistake was BIGGER than our mistakes, that's all. No big deal. Everyone deserves a second chance. Don't look down on prisoners or feel afraid of them =)... they're just like US. Unless of course, when they take drugs and are out of control, then it's best to stay away from them. I really enjoyed hearing the prisoners tell us about their personal experience, and I know that it must've been a really difficult thing to talk to a whole group of strangers about something so personal, but they were still willing to volunteer to do that so it's great =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After we left the prison, I was really tempted to sneak a Junior burger from McDonald's in... for Ron, because he said he'd eat it everyday once he gets out of prison. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112539594325466112?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112539594325466112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112539594325466112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112539594325466112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112539594325466112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/08/prison-visit.html' title='Prison Visit'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112416966482681971</id><published>2005-08-16T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:21:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/1184/1600/gjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/1184/320/gjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sigh* Don't you just hate it when you get that little bit of excitement in your life AND THEN... everything goes back to normal again. Oh well, that's just life. Leo Ku's concert brought me a lot of excitement and happiness. Not only the concert, but the trip to Sydney too. Now that I'm back in Melbourne, life is boring again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe. I brought with me to school today, my &lt;em&gt;LEO FEVER&lt;/em&gt; =P. Hahaha. We've got this little Leo fan club @ MLC. Hehehe. He's just too cute! I nearly screamed when I heard that he's coming to Melbourne in two weeks to film a music special. Oh my god?? Unfortunately, it isn't a public event but I really do hope that I would be able to find out when he's arriving so I can catch him at the airport. Haha. I'm getting all excited right now even though I don't know if I would be able to see him or not. But oh well. It's good to be happy =P...."Just believe it, your dream will come true" - quoted by Leo. I will live by that quote, Leo!!! I know it's childish and I do know that not all dreams come true, but I choose to live by that quote... because that's the only thing that gives me hope. Having that tiny bit of hope, is better than having none at all. At least just that little bit is enough to keep you motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now, I'm still thinking of something to do for the "Minutes to Fame" audition. I don't even know it would go well. I just want to go and have fun, build up some confidence if possible. I don't wish to get to the final round or anything =)... even if I don't get in, I'm still going to watch the final anyway. How could I not? Hacken's the judge =). We haven't quite organised everything yet. Jess said that a friend of hers would like to join the audition too, but he isn't sure. Elaine said that she will discuss with her mum tonight. So we might have a band ;p. If we do, then Joyce might help with composing the music, and the rest of us will write lyrics to it. Hahaha. It sounds so impossible, BUT WE MUST TRY OUR BEST!!! No point going all the way to Sydney just to sing someone else's song ;p. Okay, enough bullshit for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEO IS CUTE ~!!!! Like Hacken and Joey, he gives me inspiration!!! xD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112416966482681971?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112416966482681971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112416966482681971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112416966482681971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112416966482681971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/08/leo.html' title='Leo'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112371725168521066</id><published>2005-08-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:40:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wow. I haven't posted here for quite a while. Well, here's an update. ;p! There's nothing much happening lately actually, that's why I've got nothing to write about here. My sister got a new dog more than a week ago. It's a gorgeous little Shih Tzu x Poodle puppy and she named him Romeo, which I think quite suits him because he's a little cutie. He's been staying at my house for nearly two weeks, but moving out tomorrow to my sister's boyfriend's place. I'll miss him and so would my precious Chloe! I'm sure Romie boy would miss me too, haha. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://storage.msn.com/x1pXp4iN9CYe7LVFFVTKi4vR_UQmblgXETvUB89g7AoOIXcVIImm0h8p0hLr0kkR7TD6LrEZwIK48huw9kwbVy0DlqHTvj6WHUSqqF8BwLZ2s1kH8XoP4uOB2HUopOzSTmLTWI_5ydzRbsGKVbXvVboBg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pXp4iN9CYe7LVFFVTKi4vR_UQmblgXETvUB89g7AoOIXcVIImm0h8p0hLr0kkR7TD6LrEZwIK48huw9kwbVy0DlqHTvj6WHUSqqF8BwLZ2s1kH8XoP4uOB2HUopOzSTmLTWI_5ydzRbsGKVbXvVboBg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It feels like a Friday. I'm at school now, in a room with Nat and Mary. We're having our free period @_@... my next class is Legal Studies, so KILL ME. I'll be heading to Sydney tomorrow with my family for Leo Ku's concert on Saturday night. I'm not excited about it YET, but I will be...maybe 5 minutes before he comes out? Hehe. He is pretty cute, I admit. So I'm looking forward to see if he's as cute in real life =)! Hopefully, I'll be able to see where they hold the 'Minutes to Fame' audition too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hmm. What else? Something's been pissing me off lately. Triggered my nerves. Only two people know =). I don't know why I've been so irritable lately. Maybe it's because I feel so tired and can't be bothered with anything anymore. The smallest little things trigger my nerves. Things that wouldn't usually bother me at all. Oh well, life goes on. I think I would need to scream more during the concert to let all the frustration out =). Hope it helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haha. Last night, I was talking to EeYang (Gor Gor). At the same time, I got an e-mail from my Economics teacher informing us that the test on Thursday is CANCELLED. I was all excited and told him that my Economics test is cancelled, thinking... "MWAHAHAHAHA, JEALOUS?"... but NO. He replied telling me that SCHOOL is cancelled for everyone in KL on Thursday and Friday due to the worsening haze. GRR. All that excitement, and I get that response!!!! Haha. Anyway, people in KL, please take care of your health. Drink more water, eat more fruits and vegetables and don't go out so much!!! Breathing in haze is bad for you @_@!!! Stay at home and watch TV or something. DON'T GO OUT!! For guys, DO NOT smoke! The haze is bad enough already!!! Yes, yes I know I sound like a granny at the moment. I shall 'shut up'. BUT REMEMBER TO DRINK MORE WATER OKAY???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyways, class is in 15 minutes, which means I have to head off in 10 so I better stop right here. Everyone, take more photos during the formal. I'm sure you'd all look gorgeous that night. Remember to send me photos! Lots and lots of photos. Otherwise, I'm never talking to you again. Haha. Leo, oh Leo, see you soon =). Hehe. I say that whenever I see him on TV ;p!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112371725168521066?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112371725168521066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112371725168521066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112371725168521066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112371725168521066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112251008440235087</id><published>2005-07-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:21:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no idea why I'm blogging because my butt is suppose to be on one of the chairs in my Legal Studies classroom right now. Yes, I admit, I am quite scared about wagging this class as this is the first time I've actually tried wagging a class =P... in Senior school anyway. If I get caught, I'll just say that I do not feel well, which is true. Something is seriously terribly wrong with me. I sprained my back, and it hurt for 3 days. Ah huh, I was walking around like a penguin for 3 days. The moment my back started feeling better, my tooth started to hurt. Greaaaaaaaat. Life couldn't be any better. Right now, I'm sitting in school with a toothache, painful back and my throat is somehow starting to feel sore too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... is wrong with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway. You know what's amazing? I haven't actually cried for ages (&lt;em&gt;excluding the one time I did last week&lt;/em&gt;) hehe. This year, I've been crying a lot. Don't ask me why. I just feel so emotionally disturbed, stressed, blah blah blah. Crying seems to be like my daily routine. Smiling seems to be so much more difficult than before. This year, I think I've changed a lot. I think I've matured in some ways. I've also started to be more of an optimist than a pessimist. Succeeded in making myself believe that everything has a bright side, no matter how dark my life is at some point. I've also become less sensitive, probably because I've been so immuned to all the pain, haha. Okay, I've concluded that I'm not making any sense, so I shall shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My toooooooth!!! I should really stop being stubborn and make a dentist appointment. It's starting to hurt more. It took me a while to fall asleep last night due to the pain. Dentist, here I come. *Sigh* I have to face my greatest fear, once again. No more chocolate and lollies for me anymore. I am going to start being a good girl. *Sobs*... NO ONE...is going to tempt me with Ferrero Rocher or Kinder Bueno.... OR mini Magnums. NO ONE...is going to tempt me with chocolate dipped strawberries and marshmallows. Thankfully no one here would be able to tempt me with Haagen Dazs Cookies 'n' Cream... haha, my all time favourite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My god. My teacher just walked past and I had to hide my face behind my laptop screen. I hope she didn't see me. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112251008440235087?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112251008440235087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112251008440235087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112251008440235087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112251008440235087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112186006017486120</id><published>2005-07-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T04:48:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jealousy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112186006017486120?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112186006017486120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112186006017486120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112186006017486120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112186006017486120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112158539799017289</id><published>2005-07-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:34:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Argh. School tomorrow. AGAIN. I've been trying very hard to concentrate in class AND at home... but obviously, it isn't working very well. It's only the second week of term, and teachers are already preparing assignments and tests to smack you in the face. Grr. Teachers like torturing their students, don't they? I've got a Legal Studies test tomorrow and I have NO IDEA what to do. I've tried studying but believe it or not, I have no idea what to study for... *_* Oh my god. All I know is... it's gonna be on defamation, negligence, libel and slander and all that crap but I don't even know what they mean. Kill me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went to watch 'House of Wax' yesterday. I was actually looking forward to it... ;P but I ended up closing my eyes most of the time. That movie is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can handle ghosts or murderers popping out of no where going BOO, but I can't handle all the stabbing and cutting crap. Okay, let's just say I don't like violence. Erghhhh... I felt sick after the movie. However, I did enjoy looking at Chad Michael Murray ;p... he was kinda hot in this movie! and of course, watching Par!s Hilt0n die =P... haha, some people were clapping and laughing, it was pretty funny. Anyway, I wouldn't recommend any of you to watch 'House of Wax'. =P... 'The Amityville Horror' is still the best horror movie ;p... this year. Hehe. If you haven't seen that, get the DVD. It's good, trust me! It isn't too scary! I strongly recommend that movie to everyone ;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm, I wanna watch "Unleashed", "Monster-in-law", and "Fantastic 4". Not actually interested in "Fantastic 4" but just wanna watch it coz of Julian Mcmahon. Haha. Yes, I've got weird taste, I know. Don't need you to tell me. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, I think I better go get something to eat, bum around a bit... then start doing my school stuff. I've got some researching to do for Psychology, studying for the Legal Studies test tomorrow, and an Economics worksheet. Oh, no no. I'm not finished. Um.. I think I've also got an Accounting exercise to complete, Maths revision and for ESL, I think I'm supposed to plan stuff for the International Food Fair?? Yes, because we're in charge this year *Sobs*. Ah, might turn out to be fun though! But we've got to figure out how to make a profit and all.. @_@!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope you're all enjoying your weekend ;p... 5 more days of school till the next weekend... argh, drainer. The amount of homework and singing rehearsals...*faints*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112158539799017289?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112158539799017289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112158539799017289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112158539799017289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112158539799017289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-of-wax.html' title='House of wax'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112122184204514407</id><published>2005-07-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:54:27.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There is a locker thief at my school. This person had been stealing a huge amount of money from people's lockers. She even stole $700 from someone's locker, and that amount of money was raised for charity. How could someone steal such a huge amount of money? Can't the thief stop, just for one second... to think about what could happen to the poor girl if she lost $700? Stealing is such a selfish act. I hope the teachers would find out as soon as possible, who the thief is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stupid person. Thanks to you, our school now has tighter security. Other innocent students might be suspected, thanks to your stupid actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Sigh* It's only the second day of school and I'm already struggling. Can't wait till the weekend *Sobs*. Economics class was pretty fun yesterday. We got introduced to this website, where we can see our teacher on webcam. There is a chat box for us to type in, and we can also hear our teacher talking. I'm not sure about this, but apparently, when we start on our new topic "Globalisation", we only have to attend about four classes (for Economics). Everything else will be taught on the website by watching the teacher on webcam and discussing the answers in the chat box. The teacher could check to see if we're logged in =P. I'm not sure if that's how it works, but I certainly hope it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blergh, 20 minutes till the end of Accounting class. Then it's lunch time, but NOOOOO... we have to go for singing rehearsal. Great. Then I'll be hungry like mad during Maths class. Grr. Why do they like taking up our lunch times just for stupid singing rehearsal? That is unfair. @_@ The teacher just left us an exercise to do and walked out of the class. Blergh. Now people, tell me... how do you do a credit purchases journal or something like that? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, that's it for now. I should really start the exercise. Haha, but I have no energy. My stomach feels really weird. Hmm. &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 want to donate blood. I've always thought of donating blood since two years ago, but I was underage so I couldn't. Now that I'm finally old enough to do so, I'm scared! Hehe. I don't think I would be able to handle someone poking a HUGE needle into my arm. Uh... that doesn't sound very nice. I really want to donate blood though!!!! The blood bank people are coming on the 18th of August, I think? Arrrrghh.. tell me people, should I donate blood or not? A friend of mine donated blood last year and fainted =P... That sort of made me even more scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112122184204514407?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112122184204514407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112122184204514407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112122184204514407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112122184204514407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/theft.html' title='Theft'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112050010747987253</id><published>2005-07-05T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:04:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hmm. I realised that I do not post on my blog anymore. Well, not as often as last time anyway. Last time, I used to post an entry everyday. I used to be pretty good at putting my feelings into words. Posting an entry on my blog was like a daily routine, but lately I seem to have lost interest in doing that. Whenever I felt down or lost, I would run to my friends and talk to them about it for hours, because I knew they would always listen and give advice. They would do all sorts of things to make me smile when I cry. They would always lend me their shoulders to cry on. They'd hand me a tissue to wipe my tears away. I've always thought that I'm a really lucky girl to have such caring and supportive friends around me. I used to tell my friends anything and everything. My friends would always know the reason why I'm unhappy. But it's not like that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I used to trust people very easily, because I believed that as long as I give them my trust, they will give me the same thing. Haha. Stupid, I know. Right now, I'm even struggling to type this stupid entry. I really don't know what to do. I don't know who to trust, who to believe. ARGH! When my friends talk to me about their problems, I don't know how to make them feel better. I feel like such a useless friend to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I feel so lost? Yes, I think lost would be the right word. From now onwards, I'm going to lock all my feelings and thoughts inside. I shouldn't trust people so easily. By doing that, people can't betray me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112050010747987253?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112050010747987253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112050010747987253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112050010747987253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112050010747987253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112027082950094132</id><published>2005-07-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:20:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night's party was really fun! During the first hour, we felt really awkward because we didn't know anyone else there and everyone seems to know each other! Then SLIM (my twin ;p) came up to us to say hello =)! She looked really sexy last night! WoooOOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night was also the first time I was willing to put make-up on my face (excluding eye-shadow because I applied it for swimming carnival). Haha. I was mucking around with Rachael's stuff and she was acting all "professional" and put some make-up on for me. That was obviously why I rocked up to the party looking like a ghost last night =P. Thanks for your help Rach, it is really appreciated... ekhem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was also the first and LAST (for those who are not going to the formal) time my friends got to see me in a dress (don't you just feel sorry for them?). We only took a few photos. Unfortunately, no SPECIAL photos for me =P!! But as for the other two... mwahahahahha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are some things that I would really like to say, but I don't think it's very nice to type it all up here because I think quite a few people come here ;p! Just wanna say, Rachael, SHUT UP ;p... and STOP IT. Grrrr. Aww man, last night was so fun. Everyone there were really friendly and I was having so much fun that I had completely forgotten about the cold sore on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the party, Rachael's mum took us back to their house. Sharm and I slept over ;p! We were going on and on about the party but Sharm went to sleep first because she has to work today =P. Rach and I continued for a while more and went to sleep at 4am. I ended up waking up at around 8am. Haha. Isn't that a big surprise? ME, the first one to wake up..and my god, it was so hard to get Rachael out of bed!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Argh.. I wanna say stuff but it's kinda private! *Controls my fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I better end this entry RIGHT NOW before I start typing anything I shouldn't type. The party was fun! Wooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112027082950094132?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112027082950094132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112027082950094132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112027082950094132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112027082950094132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/07/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-112012152516016027</id><published>2005-06-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:52:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/1184/1600/intd41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/1184/320/intd41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4647/1184/1600/intd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Initial D kicks arse. It is such a good movie!!! I'm currently really obsessed with it. I can think back of the lines and laugh @_@! I've got InitialDtitis. Haha. Won't be cured until Initial D II comes out. WoOOO!! I can't wait!! Initial D II will be filmed in Europe (first one was filmed in Japan), and as Jordan Chan had an argument with the director, he won't be in Initial D II. Apparently, Edison Chen and Jay Chou don't get along ;P... oooh, I knew I never liked Edison! Hmmph. Ohhhh. By the way, Jay said that kissing Anne Suzuki in the movie reminded him of his first love! Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, enough of Initial D. I think everyone is getting extremely sick of me talking about it ;p! Can I just say one more thing though? "God is also human, but he can do things that humans can't do, that's why he's God" - as quoted by Chapman To ;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyways, I went to Bridge Road today with Betty and Jenny to get a dress ;p. The moment I got home, I showed the dress to my parents. Dad was being extremely nice. He asked me how much it was and said that he'll pay me back. The STUPID me, replied, "Nah it's okay, I mean... it's my dress, so I should save up and pay for it anyway". Hello??? Susan, what is your problem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can wear that to the Year 11 formal too ;p! Hehe. To end this entry, I'd just like to say... INITIAL D ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-112012152516016027?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/112012152516016027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=112012152516016027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112012152516016027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/112012152516016027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='Initial D'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111972072687829065</id><published>2005-06-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:32:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so confused. *Sigh* Anyway, just wanted to say... treasure everyone around you, because you don't realise how much you need that person until he/she is gone. Don't take your close friends for granted. You might need them more than you think you do. You might think that you're able to battle through hard times alone, but without their advice and emotional support, you won't get anywhere. So open your eyes widely and take a look at the people around you. Realise how much they do care for you. Tell them how much you care. Don't hold your words back, even if you think it sounds gay, tell them how much you love and miss them when they're not around...because when there's a gap in between, you will never be able to find the courage to let them know. I love you all...and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111972072687829065?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111972072687829065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111972072687829065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111972072687829065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111972072687829065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111952780666081072</id><published>2005-06-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:08:18.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This world is turning into such a scary place. A world full of racist people, backstabbers, murderers, you name it. During RE today, the few of us who bothered to rock up to class had a discussion with the teacher. All we did was voice our opinion on racism, discrimination, and all sorts of other things. It was then I actually started thinking. Racism seem to be such a natural thing. I find it a bit scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I think it's unfair to dislike someone for their race. Judging someone's personality by their skin colour is just a ridiculous thing to do. The most annoying thing is, people seem to judge as a whole. For example, if someone met an Asian person with an attitude problem, he/she probably ends up thinking that every Asian are the same. That &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bugs me. I've come across quite a lot of racist people and I know how it feels. Sometimes it really hurts. I get angry, annoyed and confused. I ask God, why does it have to be this way? We're all human. Does it really matter if our skin colour is different? Does it really matter if we speak a different language or have a different culture? Then sometimes, I find myself thanking God, because if I hadn't come across racist people, I wouldn't know how it feels. I would probably end up being just like one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There are more racist people than I thought. I'm sorry to say, but even my school itself, is filled with a lot of racist people. The weird thing is, people just don't realise it. They are not aware of what they are doing. When an Asian girl reads in class, I sometimes hear others chuckling at the back. It makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. I wonder how the reader feels? My teacher told us that we should fight back, because if we don't, we're also contributing to racism. But how? How are we supposed to find the confidence to do it? People are being laughed at for their pronounciation, accent, and many other things that I can't even think of. Don't you think that's enough to drag their self esteem down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Some people see Asians as anti-social. They say Asians always hang around their own kind, and speak their own language. They say Asians never make an effort to communicate with others. What people don't realise is, it isn't easy to speak in another language with confidence. Why do the new students only speak their own language? It's because they're not confident with speaking English. Please try to look at things on their side too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Of course, racism isn't the only problem. This world is also filled with a lot of two-faced people. It's amazing how people act so well. They act so nice in front of you, always offering to help you with things, but the moment they're with another person... they bitch about you. I'm not saying that I don't do it. I'm 100% sure that everyone does it. Sometimes, people whom you think is your good friend turns out to be your worst enemy. I don't understand. If you dislike a person, then why are you friends with him/her? Why not just not be friends and save the backstabbing? Ergh, there are so many things that I just don't understand. Why can someone you trust so much, betray and hurt you? Why is it that sometimes you realise...your so called "good friend" doesn't even care about your feelings? I'm sad to say, that I do have friends, and have had friends who are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wow. Looks like attending RE was worth it after all. It made me realise so many things. It made me face the real world and openly discuss about these problems instead of just avoiding it. It isn't the RE program that made all of these happen. There is one person I want to thank for making me feel a bit more comfortable in voicing my own opinion, and that is my RE teacher. It isn't everyday that you get to meet a teacher who actually cares about your feelings. A teacher who &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; for you and listens to what you have to say. She isn't just a teacher. She's like a friend. I was quite touched because she seems to be more affected by "this thing" than we are. I haven't actually met a teacher like that since Ms Harvey left us in Year 9. During RE classes, I find myself taking in a bit of confidence with every breath I take. I find myself voicing my own opinions, which is unusual for someone with such a low self esteem like me. I feel so lucky to have such a nice teacher. When I graduate from high school, I'm not only going to walk away with my results. I'm also going to take with me, all the little advice that she has given me. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111952780666081072?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111952780666081072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111952780666081072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111952780666081072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111952780666081072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/scary.html' title='Scary'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111944039272893998</id><published>2005-06-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:42:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Two more painful days of school. Blergh. I've already got holiday homework for Economics. That is...to read chapter 8. Hehe. Today was quite slack. After school, I went to Box Hill for lunch and then went to see the doctor with Jess. Her right foot was swollen from an insect bite. Ouch... it was one nasty bite. Nat left early because she had tuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hmm. Didn't do anything much after. Just walked around Box Hill, went to Safeway, yadi dadi da. Then I went home to sleep. *Sigh*! So far, semester 2 SUCKS. Maths is okay because I finally understand a bit of all that crap, Economics is a bit of a struggle because... I haven't touched my textbook ;p, Accounting seems to be a lot better than last semester, Legal Studies is CRAP-ER than before (what the hell is all these negligence CRAP about?), Psychology turned to BIOLOGY (Stupid brain stuff), and last but not least... ESL, is so far so good =P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ohhhh yeah. The year 12 Psychology girls did an experiment today and they were looking for volunteers =P... I think the experiment is called "Capacity of short term memory". I took part in the experiment, hehe, quite a few other people did too. When it's my turn next year, I hope you would all volunteer to take part in my experiment as well! Hehe! Remember, yeah?? ^^"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can't wait till holidays. Anyway......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Betty, hope your ulcers heal faster and that you'll get used to braces soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sharm, from now on... you are not allowed to eat ANYMORE lollies, and I'm keeping an eye on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jess, remember to apply some lotion to your foot, and hope the swelling goes away soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aubrey, hope your mouth will be less painful. Make sure you're taking pain killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Everybody is falling sick lately. The doctors and dentists are earning a huge amount of money. To anyone out there suffering from a toothache, or fever... or any form of illness, I hope you get well soon too =). Take care everyone. Drink more water, sleep early and eat healthy food! It's the start of winter, you could fall sick very easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay, I'll shut up now because I'm sounding more and more like my mum. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... please do remember to drink more water, sleep early and eat healthily!!! Thank you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111944039272893998?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111944039272893998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111944039272893998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111944039272893998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111944039272893998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111923447808749630</id><published>2005-06-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:36:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hello again people. I realised that I haven't been posting an entry for a few days already and seeing that I've got nothing to do now, I thought of posting an entry. It's been such a boring day at school! In Psychology class, we were just reading the textbook about how the brain functions and blah blah blah, yeah you know, all that Biology nonsense. No offence to any Biology students here ;p! In Economics, I was trying very hard to concentrate on completing a worksheet ;p! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now, I'm sitting with Mary and Nat. We've got a free period together. Ahh, I've just e-mailed my co-ordinator about National Service and he replied in less than 5 minutes. Wow. Hmm. Mary and I were having a conversation about teachers being nice. Are they fake or real? Hmmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haha, anyway, randomness... here is my co-ordinator's reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Susan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a problem at all in asking me about this. I will find out if we have done this before, and hence, who would be best to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nxlson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hehe. I put the "X" there for a reason. Anyways, what do you people think? When teachers are being nice, are they being fake or real? Do they bitch about you behind your back later? Or do they really mean to help? Sometimes, I get a creepy feeling that some teachers of mine do bitch behind my back. Actually, I know for sure... some do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Comments go UP there ;p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS:&lt;/strong&gt; Natalie Sarah Chan is the GAYEST of the GAY. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111923447808749630?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111923447808749630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111923447808749630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111923447808749630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111923447808749630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111896859872862348</id><published>2005-06-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:36:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National service</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Anda telah dipilih untuk menyertai untuk PROGRAM KHIDMAT NEGARA".&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*TRANSLATION* "You have been picked for National Service program"&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="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holy Macaroni. I got picked for National Service. WHAT THE HELL?! *Faints*... Why do I get picked when I'm all the way in Melbourne and people in KL don't get picked? Grrrr. Now I've got to write a letter to the government and go through all that trouble! Why me? Oh my god. Out of everyone, why do I always get randomly picked for things? No one I know got picked (well, so far anyway). This is hell. I can't imagine what my life would be if I was still in KL. There is no way I am willing to go on a three month camp. NO WAY. Kill me NOW. They can't make me go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111896859872862348?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111896859872862348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111896859872862348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111896859872862348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111896859872862348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/national-service.html' title='National service'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111876046498142990</id><published>2005-06-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:54:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes I really do think that I'm wasting too much time. I tend to get so sucked in to the past, that I don't realise I'm ruining my own future. Today, I just sat down for a while and thought about random things. The reason why I'm such a failure is because I think too much about the past. I live everyday thinking about my past, and feeling sorry for myself *rolls eyes*, when I could be spending that time doing something else to create a better future for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My low self-esteem is one of my biggest problems. I read in my Psychology text book, that if you have low self-esteem, you don't aim to do well and that leads to putting a small amount of effort into things that you do. Of course, the result then turns out bad, and a bad result then leads to self blame. The moment I read that, the first person I thought about was myself. It was as if the textbook was describing me. I've been trying to fix my low self-esteem for a few years now, but it obviously didn't work. If it didn't work before, as if it's going to work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I admit. I'm scared to try. I'd rather not try and fail, because that makes me feel better than trying and failing. I know how painful that feels. My exam papers are doing an extremely great job in pulling my self esteem right to the bottom. People, don't tell me it's because I didn't try. I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; try. Yes, I admit I didn't try hard enough. As I've mentioned above, I'm scared. I don't want to try too hard because I know it'll turn out the same. The results would still end up smacking me in the face. I don't have that much time to sit here and act like a coward. I will be sitting for VCE exams next year, and if I'm just going to sit here and be a coward, I'm messing with my own future. Yes, I do realise I'm screwing my own future. I don't need you to tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really don't want to waste any more of my time. Time is precious. It is to be used productively. Instead of wasting my time feeling upset over this semester's exams, I'm going to spend my time revising for next semester's exams. I'm going to try slowly working my way up, and ignore my bloody low self-esteem. It's weird how low self-esteem is able to hold a person back from doing so many things. I love singing but I'm scared of taking up singing lessons, because I'm afraid of appearing foolish in front of others. I'm afraid that others would think, "She can't sing anyway. Why bother taking up singing lessons?". I was enjoying dance classes but I quit because I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror. I look like a wobbling duck. I enjoy Psychology and Economics but I'm scared to try, because I don't want to know that I'm unable to do well in the only two subjects that I enjoy. Life is painful, and I know it's no one's fault but mine. I choose to believe that fate is in your own hands. You have to work hard to get whatever you want to achieve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've told quite a few people who told me they felt like a failure, that everyone has different talents. If you feel like you don't have any, maybe you just haven't found yours. Some people discover their talents during childhood. Some when they're in high school. Some actually don't realise how talented they are until adulthood. I wonder why I'm able to tell people positive things and tell them to look at the positive side, when I can't even do it myself. Lame, aren't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In these few years, many people have told me to be more confident. To build up my self-esteem. Please understand, it's not as easy as you think. You don't know what it's like to feel worthless, useless and good for nothing. You don't know what it's like to live everyday with a smile and pretend to love yourself when you actually hate yourself deep down inside. Stop telling me to build up my self-esteem and making it sound so easy. Confidence isn't something that just comes to you in a click. It takes a lot of time to gain self confidence. It requires a lot of emotional support. Some people get annoyed at me for having low self-esteem. I'm sorry? I didn't ask for it. Do you think I enjoy having low self-esteem and being a pessimist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so lost, so scared. I don't know who to trust, who to run to. People may seem really supportive and willing to help, but they're only like that in front of me. Behind my back, they tend to turn 360 degrees and change into a completely different person. They probably bitch about how dumb I am. They claim that they're trustworthy, and sometimes you wonder how things about you spread around when you've only told that one person. Okay, getting kind of off track here. I should end this entry and go to bed. I've been thinking too much. And what did I just say about wasting too much time? I don't even know what on earth I'm typing in this entry. It probably sounds like jibberish to you all. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: &lt;/strong&gt;By the way people, if you want to comment, it is above the entry...not below. Sorry, this layout is confusing everybody. (--.--)". Good night people. For those of you who also suffer from low self-esteem, I just want to say... I know how you feel and you're not alone. You can always come to me for a chat =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111876046498142990?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111876046498142990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111876046498142990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111876046498142990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111876046498142990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111865252404676684</id><published>2005-06-13T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:48:44.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know why I still refuse to drink more water. This is getting to be a problem! I drink half a bottle of water a day. Uh, and we're suppose to drink like.. 8 glasses minimum, right? Blarghhhhh! School starts tomorrow. This is depressing ;p! I don't actually mind going to school, but I am not prepared to get any exam results back yet!!! Oh my god. I've got Psychology, Economics and Legal Studies tomorrow. Psychology and Economics?!!! SHXT!!! I'm so scared.. I don't want my marks back!! As for Legal Studies, well I'm prepared for it. I'm 101% positive that I failed that paper, mwahahaha. Don't think my parents would care too much about that, as I'm dropping that subject either NOW or next year. I think I should drop it next year, because it's actually quite an interesting subject, it's just that... I'm struggling to pass, that's all ;p! Haha, my teacher is going to start giving me crap about my results *yawn*...Well, I'm sorry I'm failing your subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've got a spare period tomorrow, anyone want to go out for lunch? ;p! *Sigh* I'm very worried about my marks right now. I really don't want to fail Economics because I like that subject. OOPS. Did I just admit something I never thought I'd admit?! ;p... Economics is actually a pretty good subject! I like it! ;p! Okay, I better shut up now because I'm getting more worried about my results. *Sigh* My singing... *Sobs* Rachael Thien, where the hell are you?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111865252404676684?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111865252404676684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111865252404676684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111865252404676684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111865252404676684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh!'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111850037953881480</id><published>2005-06-11T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:34:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am not touching any more fried food OR soft drinks. From now onwards, my diet is going to be extremely healthy. More fruits and vegetables, and I'd have to start drinking water from now on. &gt;&lt;"! By doing that, it won't affect my voice, THEN I can sing properly! Mwahahahaha. Good plan, no? ;p I'm going to practise singing everyday now. Since I was in primary school, I stopped believing in myself. However, I really refuse to believe that I can't sing properly without any difficulties. &lt;strong&gt;I BELIEVE THAT I CAN DO THIS!!! WITH LOTS OF PRACTISE, AND CONFIDENCE, I CAN&lt;/strong&gt;!!! *_* I didn't know it was so difficult to take care of my voice... no eating this, no eating that...*sobs*! Oh well, doesn't matter. That would help with my diet too =)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111850037953881480?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111850037953881480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111850037953881480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111850037953881480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111850037953881480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111838961472029499</id><published>2005-06-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:51:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ergh. I was supposed to be at Vic Gardens today to watch the movie Mr and Mrs Smith with my friends, but didn't end up going due to period pain. Grr. I hate monthly visitors. All they do is bring you pain &gt;&lt;"! Why can't guys get it instead?! Okay, ignore that statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I stayed at home doing nothing today. Thank god I left my laptop on last night to download two episodes of Super Trio. Phew. Otherwise I'd be bored shitless for the whole day. At least that kept me entertained for nearly 2 hours. Hahaha. It's so funny. I laughed my arse off. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Joey Leung&lt;/span&gt; was in one of the episodes =) &lt;em&gt;Awwww&lt;/em&gt;. I love him! He's so adorableeeee.... I better stop right here before &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt; tells me to stop being obsessed over middle-aged men &lt;strong&gt;CELEBRITIES&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm now waiting for the other one to finish downloading ;p! Haha. I have no life man! Tomorrow I'll be going for KARAOKE. Finally!!! I haven't been singing in karaoke for WEEKS...!! It's been nearly two months, I think...and the craving is really killing me slowly. I haven't eaten at all today. Don't have the appetite to eat (YES!!!). Hehe, I did drink a glass of warm Milo though! Anyway, enough crap for now ;p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.yafro.com/pics3/i/20050610/00/7/5/2/752f6570185b7f98178bb2191f49e6b60_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111838961472029499?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111838961472029499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111838961472029499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111838961472029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111838961472029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111830754049096544</id><published>2005-06-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:59:30.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary insects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was raining heavily last night and for some extremely odd reason, there were a lot of ugly looking insects flying around my house. I don't exactly know what they're called, but they look like black, ugly-looking moths. They're HUGE. About three quarters the size of my palm. The weird thing is, I have no idea HOW on earth they managed to get in the house. I didn't open the back door, and the windows were all closed. I don't think they would be able to squeeze in from underneath the door because they're so...huge. Erggggggghh, I was absolutely disgusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My precious little Chloe managed to kill five of them. She somehow caught them one by one with her mouth when they were flying around. Then slowly, she starts to chew them, spits them out and then steps on them. I was just stand there watching, feeling so disgusted. There were five big ugly looking insects lying dead on my carpet. Ewwww. Like hello? This is not a place for dead insects??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have this weird habit. Whenever I kill an insect, I apologise to it. Even when my dog kills a cockroach, I apologise for killing it. Yes, apologising to a god damn insect. However, this time I didn't. I guess they were so ugly that I didn't feel the need to apologise. Ergh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111830754049096544?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111830754049096544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111830754049096544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111830754049096544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111830754049096544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/scary-insects.html' title='Scary insects'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111823224008840855</id><published>2005-06-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T05:09:20.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to visit my greatest fear today, the &lt;u&gt;dentist&lt;/u&gt;. I hate going to the dentist. When I say hate, I mean HATE. The sound of drilling, the feeling of having all these... weird tasting liquid in your mouth is so damn horrible. It feels like there's some kind of renovation going on in your mouth. Horrible! I don't even know why I went to the dentist. I will never forget how I got three injections jabbed into my gum during my first dentist visit. Obviously, I'm now denta-phobic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Ekhem* I would like to announce to the whole world, that PC is mean. Why? Well, he tempted me with Kit-Kat. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, I don't care. He's still a mean person ;p! Now I'm going to get some chocolate... and don't blame it on me, people... blame it on him!! I know I'm not supposed to eat chocolate. Thanks to PC! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm, I'm still a lostie in blogspot. I don't know what else to add to this page... but it feels so empty and boring. Ergh! Give me some time to fix this blog ;p... in a few weeks time, it will end up looking extremely COOL, not that it isn't already. However, if it doesn't ever turn out looking cool, then don't remind me I said this. Blehhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111823224008840855?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111823224008840855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111823224008840855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111823224008840855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111823224008840855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465477.post-111822530898537101</id><published>2005-06-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:10:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello people! Considering that I'm still new to &lt;strong&gt;blogspot&lt;/strong&gt;, I've done pretty well with this blog ;p! Hehe! Okay, right now I'm still extremely lost, and still trying to fix this page so...you guys would have to put up with this shitty blog for a while... okay that's it for now... I'm just posting this to... try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;....and Ginny, shut up with the banana phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13465477-111822530898537101?l=slowie-suz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/feeds/111822530898537101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13465477&amp;postID=111822530898537101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111822530898537101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13465477/posts/default/111822530898537101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowie-suz.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>slowie-poke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01757734816960485920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
