<?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-34290242</id><updated>2011-06-10T10:50:55.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon-ified</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-6676687117847014863</id><published>2007-07-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:19:04.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh My...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since i last blogged and i was this &lt;strong&gt;I.I&lt;/strong&gt; close to proclaiming d death of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh well, dearest invisible readers, I'M BACK! or at least i would like to think so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning. I'm fully awake &amp; i think i'm experiencing insomnia. What is it spinning inside my head, twirling with my senses. Is it fear? regret? sense of loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Both my besties are leaving for Aussieland. Different states &amp;amp; they're leaving within a week.&lt;br /&gt;There's this sudden surge of loneliness attacking me non-stop. Albeit early plannings and discussions on what we wanted to do together, we failed to meet up as many times as we wanted and there's so much more i wanted to share with them before they leave. Well, I'll be missing u both like crazy! That u can be assured :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Mr. Time is once again not on my side. My-oh-my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hit the bunk right now or i wont b able to swim tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Tight.&lt;br /&gt;~liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-6676687117847014863?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/6676687117847014863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=6676687117847014863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/6676687117847014863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/6676687117847014863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-3428961131283640261</id><published>2007-04-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:58:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi HI@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Trials just ended but i'm not exactly jumpin in joy cos i did dreadfully. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have a heart, please PLEASE check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin"&gt;http://www.glumbert.com/media/dolphin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after you do, im sure you wont mind signing here... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/golfinho/"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/golfinho/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to check out flight tix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PPs. anyone interested in going to My Fair Lady or The King And I??&lt;br /&gt;DO tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-3428961131283640261?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/3428961131283640261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=3428961131283640261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/3428961131283640261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/3428961131283640261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-hi-its-been-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-4947933024986151937</id><published>2007-03-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:51:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/monkeywarmup.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this 4rm my papa.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute! Dun miss out the doggie part! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-4947933024986151937?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/4947933024986151937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=4947933024986151937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4947933024986151937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4947933024986151937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/adorable-got-this-4rm-my-papa.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-7276767366450272499</id><published>2007-03-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:00:22.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Swt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First trial paper's O-V-E-R.. :) One down. Several more to go. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SHREK 3 IS COMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND I can't wait *scratch that off*I NEEEEEEEEED 2 watch it!! *Ps. Puss in the Boots found new romance. Oolala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. Did i mention how much i love disney /pixar movies? O. And their songs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tell me, who doesn't favour a lil spice of fairytale in their life? *;p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for alil story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The 'L I T T L E' things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sept. 11th, one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their available office space. At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive... and all the stories were just: the 'L I T T L E' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know, the head of the company survived that day because his son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts. One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time. One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident. One of them missed his bus. One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change. One's car wouldn't start. One went back to answer the telephone. One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have. One couldn't get a taxi. The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot and stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone... all the little things that annoy me. But I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.. Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, your siblings are slow in getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated; God is at work watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shrek Shrek Shrek&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-7276767366450272499?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/7276767366450272499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=7276767366450272499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/7276767366450272499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/7276767366450272499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/swt.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-1109779593800968072</id><published>2007-03-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:07:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't Help Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile a lot&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what your thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're in my mind. now till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont always find i should tell the world just how I'm feeling it..&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna noe if you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I just cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been sent...&lt;br /&gt;you must have been sent from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;your everything i have been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this all just an illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Something which never changes into something real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* edited: i noe it sounds wierd. It's a song translated from chinese!Can't recall the name of the singer thou..Urgh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-1109779593800968072?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/1109779593800968072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=1109779593800968072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1109779593800968072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1109779593800968072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-help-myself-you-smile-lot-it-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-4732603189120065855</id><published>2007-03-21T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:18:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Long-Awaited Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; lunch! Got to meet up Allie and Su. It's been ages since i last saw allyboo. Miss her so much!!! She looks wikid in her new hairstyle. Now she's got the look with the ATiTTude. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wanna get a pixie cut *more like chop chop* be4 i step into uni. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oookay&lt;/span&gt;. Back to the pt.&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to col,&lt;br /&gt;passed guard house,&lt;br /&gt;bade farewell to fellow dears,&lt;br /&gt;looked left,right,up and down,&lt;br /&gt;failed to c allie/su&lt;br /&gt;thus i decided to tag edmund to check out his "mysterious date".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat, chat, tag, chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I felt something! I really did.&lt;br /&gt;A grip. Someone was gripping my waist!&lt;br /&gt;right into shocked state, vision blured.&lt;br /&gt;Allie. It must be my allyboo. But,wait! nooo way, she doesn't noe ed! She can't possibly be gripping me n ed at the same time. Nahh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS IT??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *I'm ticklish,yeh noe!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned ard and 'pop' i see a familiar face amidst the crowd of Taylorians. Omigosh. It is my dearest allyboo and no, she wasn't grippin ed. it was just me and my tipsy-topsy world. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. She just had to remind me of how i much i miss her so. blah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to shock su, albeit knowing her as the calm one. &gt;.&lt; color="#ffffcc"&gt;Dear time, why can't you ever be our bestie for once? Why do u keep flying by without a care of the world, you selfish lil one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want allie to leave. I actually felt like sobbing out loud when she bade us farewell. It's not easy to meet up now that we're leaving so far apart. Allie, I MISS YOU AND I WANT YOU BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not emo like a baby. *Reminds self of resolution. Must be more mature. MusT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O yeah, dat reminds me, on the way to cafe, passed by an ol fwen who looks really familiar. Was trying to think of his name. *pop* I actually remembered, and i shouted out his name! Dang. He couldnt hear me probably due to the earphone plugged to his ears. Without any second thoughts, I shouted once more, this time slightly too loud, and i think i embarassed both myself n him. lmao. One of the silly things i do. Just so that my trying so hard to recall his name not turn out to be in vain. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the pt again, I'm feeling very happy for almond dear. She'll be leaving for UWA in few months' time. Will wait for the day we go shopping for neccessities together and the day when i can visit u once u settled. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Lala&lt;br /&gt;So many things to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-4732603189120065855?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/4732603189120065855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=4732603189120065855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4732603189120065855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4732603189120065855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-awaited-lunch-i-had-fantabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-3983441705068253236</id><published>2007-03-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T05:32:50.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bummed Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was perfect..... for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Had to drag myself outta bed, far away from my warm and soft comforters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Walking along the corridor, the gentle breeze transported me back into my bedroom n i manage to snuck into my comforters and hid underneath for a few seconds before someone zapped me back and i hurriedly made my way to the library. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it when ppl start teasing me about my voice. It's not like i can change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Been walking around carrying two files, looking like a mega-nerd. I like being known as a nerd. =) See, i'm being a very gud fwen :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, felt so lethargic today. It's been very unproductive. I've been smiling at ppl during conversations yet i've already forgotten the reason i smiled in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The bubble bath definitely helped. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing that stands between a person and what he weatns in life is the will to try it and the faith to believe it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to turn up the heat,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n baby-taken on Sun for papa(needs it for sumthing i can't remember).&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i've got more time to spend wid my baby. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="612" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture081.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps./ anyone noes of any good on9 photo album? Juz in case sum idiot reformat my com without asking AGAIN. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-3983441705068253236?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/3983441705068253236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=3983441705068253236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/3983441705068253236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/3983441705068253236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/bummed-out-todays-weather-was-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-2453728507966087862</id><published>2007-03-16T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T05:57:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not-a-very-pleasant experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her being a housewife, she's a workaholic. Thus, i treat every opportunity i get to spend with her as precious as time can be. It was a "not-so-occupied" day for her and she was finally able to fulfill my week-long request to go on a 10-mins shopping spree. There's this boutique near col which is on sale where i tried on some real great catch when i was with my boos. Decided to wait for her to give a say on the pieces so ended up leavin empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was halfway browsing the store, she took a few fast strides, covered the whole boutique, came to me as i was standing right beside the counter and exclaimed:" Come ----, let's go! The clothes here look so 'cheap'. Even if you want my opinion, my answer will be no, i don't like it."&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT BESIDE THE COUNTER, mind you. Flustered, i tried on the only piece i was carrying and left the boutique asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help talking in a slightly ignorant voice on the walk back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there goes my week-long of anticipation and the few great catch. &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oo, did i mentioned the free cuppa coffee from starbucks?! Yup, Starbucks was distributing free coffee! The q filled up the whole shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sen got me an extra cuppa and i tried it but it is VERY VERY BITTER. so i added choc powder and 1 1/2 packets of sugar. Yumm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The guys on the other hand added FOUR packets!! lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Still prefer the traditional ice blended choc thou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for ice blended choc,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-2453728507966087862?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/2453728507966087862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=2453728507966087862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/2453728507966087862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/2453728507966087862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-very-pleasant-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-9055771544270962479</id><published>2007-03-13T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T05:47:55.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Government's Unreasonable Spending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh My Gosh. To think that the MALAYSIAN gvmt is going to extend national service to 'probably 2 yrs' to 'instill nationalism'. What's wrg with them!! Is there even proof that it works?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, our country's gonna be facing a budget deficit and god knows what will follow suit. Even if they want to increase government spending for the goodness noes what, WHY CAN'T THEY SPEND ON SOMETHING productive? Say, provide more scholarships. That will definitely bring positive feedback. Improve technology. Say improve our tourism sector effectively. Our tourism industry's got potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That brings me to VMY '07. It is definitely not helping. It's a total flop. Do the management even noe what tourists want?? Sure, there's tourists in M'sia but 99.999999% of them who came DID not come due to VMY. Who even noes about the existence of it?? I'd say that marketing is the main factor for the flop. Building the eye of M'sia is one of the lamest excuse i heard of. In case you haven't noticed, the ppl who visit the eye of M'sia are mostly locals! Besides, M'sia which is so-called a culture hub is quite ignorant of art and culture. Everything's banned for the slightest reason. I mean, how can a book of history even be banned in the first place?! Just because it holds the truth you want to conceal? Utter nonsense. Not only that but i have to travel, just to catch quality plays. *note activities and plays in S'pore* Thk goodness, there's more plays available in M'sia currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*edited:- ok. so, there will be ONE play i am keen on watching. One.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how Aus promotes their country! So much more organised and effective. The booklet between The Star definitely caught MY attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this country BuT definitely NOT how it is governed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil haughty,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-9055771544270962479?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/9055771544270962479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=9055771544270962479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/9055771544270962479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/9055771544270962479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/governments-unreasonable-spending-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-1001371949863794557</id><published>2007-03-09T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:09:09.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do pray for my nephew,&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Jia Yun, ard 3 months old who is stuck in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-1001371949863794557?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/1001371949863794557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=1001371949863794557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1001371949863794557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1001371949863794557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-pray-for-my-nephew-cheng-jia-yun-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-5162715524787032137</id><published>2007-03-09T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:00:28.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An email from Mr. Sullivan :)&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a reply for filling up a comment form.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other way i can elaborate on their attentiveness? :) Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Ms (Blur Lemon), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you very much for having taken the time to fill out one of our satisfaction surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are delighted that you chose the Four Seasons Bali again for your vacation and were pleased that you enjoyed the stay. I have shared your kind words with Wahyu from our Watersport and all of our staff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A happy, satisfied friend and good word of mouth has been key to our success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for having made us your paradise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We hope you will allow us the opportunity to welcome you back to the Resort on a future occasion. Until then, I remain with warm regards from the Island of the Gods, John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John O'Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;General Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Four Seasons Resorts Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awards presented to 4 seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No. 1 Best of The Best, CondeNast Traveler Readers' Choice Awards, October  2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No. 2 World's Best Hotels, Travel + Leisure, August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name has been changed for private reasons. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;*Ps. Wahyu is one of the personnel from watersports department who taught me n my sis how to boogie board + the wonderful cat thingie! :) Very friendly and extremely well-mannered.&lt;br /&gt;Was walking along the beach by myself exploring the surrounding and it started drizzling. If he didn't pass me an umbrella, i may be stuck in bali with a flu! *;p*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-5162715524787032137?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/5162715524787032137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=5162715524787032137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/5162715524787032137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/5162715524787032137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/email-from-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-4978359079189248545</id><published>2007-03-07T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:56:48.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK FROM PARADISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm..................&lt;br /&gt;back from paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Four Seasons Jimbaran Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is THE BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much prettier than the pictures i posted. :)&lt;br /&gt;If im not mistaken, it's listed in the world's best hotel for honeymoons. Well, it should be!&lt;br /&gt;It's perfect for couples from the beach, lounge, garden, terrace, gazebo, private garden, infinity pool, spa area, bamboo shower to ur very own bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;The staffs are so friendly and helpful, they serve you just as if you're a queen/king.&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel itself is peaceful and tranquil. For a lil more buzz, you can always walk out along the beach and you'll reach the row of seafood restaurants just a couple of metres away. Perfect for evening strolls too. The food they serve ain't just cheap but SO fresh it makes you drool. Try dining right on the beach with the friendly wind caressing your face. Simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrrrry peeps, i was too occupied to take pics. Well, it would probably turn out as an understatement anyhow. Words can't describe its beauty. &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 99px" height="99" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/dividers29.gif" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;strong&gt;Taylors 'fell sick'&lt;/strong&gt; and the electricity went haywired. The lights and air conditioner went on and off so frequently it was such a nasty distraction. Classroom was stuffy and dark. Was trying hard to picture the less fortunates' studying environment and being lucky even to have the chance to study in col to keep myself from complaining like a biatch. It was freakin hot and everyone was drenched in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, our last lesson was called off so me n my boos went to look ard 4 air conditioned place to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;McDs:- Full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Burger King:- Full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MinXi's car:- Can't fit + Bit PaiSeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, ended up in Sweet Cafe with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;mango&lt;/span&gt; pudding milk tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Was having lunch in AC when Princess pointed out a baby pram. Didn't thought of it much till she mentioned that there was AN ADULT inside. So, i turned ard to have a look and realised it WAS IN FACT an adult with a baby's body. Felt very unfortunate for him. Is he really gonna rely on friends to push him ard? How is he gonna study? How DOES he studies? Do ppl feed him? Does he uses pampers? I'm always thinking of how to survive in this scary world in the future as i'm going to be working pretty soon yet still behaves like a 6 yr old. What does he ponders about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/angelbless.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help trying to catch a glimpse of him. Questions were bombarding me &amp;amp; i felt so utterly helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How can i help?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Few minutes ticked by and i saw a friend/bro pushing the pram thru the cafe making his way towards the cyber cafe nearby. Thk god he's got someone who cares. Thk u Mighty One for not just abondoning him. May angels be around him boosting him and giving him strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World Is Not Such a Cruel Place After All.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I truly am grateful and appreciate what i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-4978359079189248545?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/4978359079189248545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=4978359079189248545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4978359079189248545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4978359079189248545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-paradise-im.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/th_angelbless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-1907485902500951922</id><published>2007-03-01T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:28:15.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just recovered from a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heart attack&lt;/span&gt;. Not exactly a mild one, mind you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merely a few mintues ago, I was preparing to go on a walk in d garden with Baby Rocky to cure my "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Physics Blues&lt;/span&gt;". Ready to brave through the darkness, i slipped into my fav goo-ey slippers and was calling out to Baby wen i felt sumthin slimy MoViNg! Argh. At first, i thought it was my "oh-so-creative" imagination but then again my right foot was definitely stepping on a diff surface as my left. It felt like.....&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lunged into an immediate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Panic Attack&lt;/span&gt; n slid off my slippers while running like a maniac. Baby was so confused he started to run alongside while sniffing at me! lolx. Turned out that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in fact stepped on a pair of feelers. I stepped on a snail without its shell who happens to be exploring my slippers. Argh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine the horror of it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The craziest part was of me banging the restroom's door in desperate need of cleansing the feel of slime. I've never been a fan of slimy stuff. Thk god i didn't accidentally murdered d poor snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be going down to check on Baby right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i leave:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sheenie Beanie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; May u recover asap. Miss you tons right now. U've missed skul two days in a row!! That's so not u! =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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Soz i can't make it. Enjoy ur o.h.! Take loads of pics n show me upon my return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allie&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Have fun. Missin you tons. Feel like hugging u right now! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who i noe won't be seeing this, but still: Happy Birthday! May you haf a joyous celebration in FS Bali! I love you love you love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my sis&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks a million for everything you've done. You're the BesT sister anyone can haf. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To all those late nights u spent checkin out flight tickets, dates, hotel availability, let's toast to a wonderful trip! xOxO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HELLO Jimbaran Bay, Bali!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="318" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/bali/BAL_098_320x400_web-large.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="401" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/bali/BAL_172_320x400_web-large.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="400" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/bali/BAL_019_320x400_web-large.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thunders/rains pretty pls go away*&lt;br /&gt;Off to pack,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-1907485902500951922?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/1907485902500951922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=1907485902500951922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1907485902500951922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/1907485902500951922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-recovered-from-heart-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/bali/th_BAL_098_320x400_web-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-4716980532885243636</id><published>2007-03-01T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:59:13.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all a game, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life itself is just a game, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-4716980532885243636?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/4716980532885243636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=4716980532885243636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4716980532885243636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/4716980532885243636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-game-isnt-it-life-itself-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-2646063139295013812</id><published>2007-02-28T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:23:57.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boo-Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a mini gathering and met up with my primary mates. It's been 8 yrs since i last saw them! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EIGHT YRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Everyone's sooo different. It's quite fascinating to witness how time changes ppl. Initially, I could barely recognise some of em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="364" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/P2242169.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L-R:-Jamie, Mimi, Me, Amelia, WTheng, TWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 lengluis missing thou ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="464" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture019.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Part of d guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="478" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture020.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Group PiC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="726" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture016.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mimi, Drew, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drew n me share the same family name *wikid**&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i present the 3 Siblings!&lt;br /&gt;*oh no, i'm lame-ified by P.A.!* &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="386" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/P2242173.jpg" width="556" border="0" /&gt;Sistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me n my lil sis,Mimi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="474" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture017.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Fwens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me, WTheng, Amelia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="645" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Picture022.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Std 3 Teacher!~!&lt;br /&gt;That's her house btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Ps. My very first time "gambling" 2day. Learnt blackjack n in between.&lt;br /&gt;Won my very First RM1 *beams with pride*&lt;br /&gt;*Pps. Looking for a Bridge mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's the last day of Feb. Tmrw's 1st of March and i pretty much hope it signifies a new beginning. A new opportunity to shed off all neg prejudism.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Filled the necessary forms for Aus Uni applications. Just gotta pass it to MY and cross my fingers. Pray for the BeSt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Events i'll be missing out this weekend *sniffs*:-&lt;br /&gt;- PE5 visits to each other's houses + CNY activities&lt;br /&gt;- TLin's open house&lt;br /&gt;- Su's open house *argh...the perfect opportunity to mingle n meet my mates.grr*&lt;br /&gt;- Outing wid D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off to tune into "nerd" mode,&lt;br /&gt;liz. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-2646063139295013812?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/2646063139295013812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=2646063139295013812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/2646063139295013812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/2646063139295013812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-5956213324044879275</id><published>2007-02-22T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:50:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what i did today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess! Guess!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.I'll spill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had a day IN with my boos today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheenie beanie and ann the princess came over to my humble house! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plums:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sheenie beanie came late due to certain "ic issues".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alice couldnt make it coz she got lost in wonderland ;p&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ann came right after i gave my Codz a bath so she had to withstand baby shampoo odour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chittery-chatted with Princess. Talked. Mostly about ourselves, our worries for the future*;p*, career prospects..Nope. It's not as depressing as it sounds. It was a fun talk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Watched &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Persuit of Happyness&lt;/span&gt;. Ate loads of love letters at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/persuitofhappyness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recommend this show. Despite fervour comments of dissatisfaction with the ending. It was too somber for my taste. Didn't show sappy happy moments ;p&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Codz slept in between me n sheenie beanie. He looked C-U-T-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Codz tickles Princess and warmed up to her despite running away when she first attempted to carry him.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;After we filled our tummies wid H2Os and chinese keropok, we left for a walk ard my neighbourhood!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Spot me in Ah poh Shirt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="430" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture022.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of the fav pic i took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-Right: SB n P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake is beautiful and i wish somehow i will finally gather all my courage to ask the person-in-charge if i can try the paddle boat one day. One Day.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the children area, noone could resist the temptation of relishing childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="424" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture021.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuyoh! Watch Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great luff.&lt;br /&gt;Us 3 caught eye of a great snapshot spot. &lt;strong&gt;The sacred spot&lt;/strong&gt; which we could model the see noe evil, hear no evil and speak no evil pose.But it was over the pool and none of us are Olympic runners so our attempt of taking pics using auto mode ended in fits of laughter. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Princess was practically clambering over after the click but *missed* ;p&lt;/span&gt; Not to forget the one time we were waiting and waiting when i absent-mindedly forgot to click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="372" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture023.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sacred Spot.. Princess in Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 431px" height="496" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture024.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Us waiting for Princess who missed it by a few secs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="615" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture028d.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we managed to grab hold of an Uncle to help snap a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tadaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. We were that &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="423" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture032.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="335" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Picture037.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;...and After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;~Mwahs&lt;br /&gt;~liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-5956213324044879275?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/5956213324044879275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=5956213324044879275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/5956213324044879275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/5956213324044879275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/guess-what-i-did-today-guess-guess-all.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/th_persuitofhappyness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-211666999454909518</id><published>2007-02-22T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:15:56.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did u spent your chinese new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The epitome of life: eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty sums up my CNY! Oh, the joy of it all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Su dropped by my house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unfortunately, my crazy bunch of fresh cousie's came over as well. yup. fresh as in first time seeing them fresh. Soz dudes, pre-booked the AV room so the meanie me took control of the room. Watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nacho Libre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D one movie i've been delaying again and again. Totally forgot about it. Now,i can eventually cross it off my check list! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cycled ard my neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There were in total say 35++ ppl in my house&gt;? including kiddos n maids@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thx Su. Hope you have a gr8t time "down under".And don't you forget me while you cycle/ walk/ read by the lake! On a diff note, I'm really happy i met u, su. We talk about everything. Anything. At least there's me spilling my guts out. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="show" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/show.swf?txt=Su%21%0DThx%2EHad%20Fun!&amp;card=http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/cards/popular/popular3.swf&amp;amp;clickLABEL=Myspace Stuff&amp;type=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tc=0&amp;tr=-7&amp;amp;ts=60&amp;tx=7&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ty=180&amp;glitter=1&amp;amp;rounded=1&amp;bevel=1&amp;amp;sepia=0&amp;shadow=1&amp;amp;theme=http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/themes/none.swf&amp;theme_al=100" width="390" height="390" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Allie:- Hope you collected lotsa angpaos n had a gr8t time in ur hometown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="show" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/show.swf?txt=Allie%3A%2D%0DHappy%20%0DChinese%0DNew%20Year&amp;amp;card=http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/cards/year/year2.swf&amp;clickLABEL=Myspace Stuff&amp;amp;amp;type=0&amp;tc=16776960&amp;amp;tr=-2&amp;ts=91&amp;amp;amp;tx=18&amp;ty=17&amp;amp;glitter=1&amp;rounded=1&amp;amp;bevel=1&amp;sepia=0&amp;amp;shadow=1&amp;theme=http://www.mycodesplace.com/text-pictures/themes/none.swf&amp;amp;theme_al=100" width="440" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To think that you can talk to someone about any topic under the sun, even your darkest, worst secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To be able to confide in someone about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;– it’s everything everybody wants in a good, close friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attn!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Su n Allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!:- You have to sleepover the next time so we can go jog the nex morning,kz?! Thx Su. It was gr8t spending time wid ya n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A short story :-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box towards light and began to carefully lift up one old photograph album after another. His search began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently opening the long buried treasures, he was soon lost in a sea of memories. Although his world has not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive than his present loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever seeing it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal. Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over for a short reading and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul. It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up for too fast in the very house. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost forgotten. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son's simple recollection of those days were far different from his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How different? Reminded that he kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son's journal and turned to leave. Hunched over to keep his head from bumping on the rafters, the old man headed towards the wooden stairway and started his descent to his study. Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out his old journal than placed the two journals beside each other. His was leather-bound with his name engraved in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name "William" nearly scuffed from it's surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran a long skinny finger over the words, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use. As he flipped through the pages of his journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to scribblings of other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words,"&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wasted the whole day fishing with Will, didn't catch a thing." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took William's journal, and found the boy's entry for the same day, 2nd Oct. Large scrawling letters, pressed deeply into the paper read&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:" Went fishing with my dad. Best Day of my Life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To the world you may be just one person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But to one person, you might just be the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-211666999454909518?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/211666999454909518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=211666999454909518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/211666999454909518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/211666999454909518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-did-u-spent-your-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117165029293841683</id><published>2007-02-16T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:03:48.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo-ya!&lt;br /&gt;Finished '&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie'&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, the book i finally acquired :D with a very nice discount!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie is a memoir. It's about the discovery of life and what it is all about. What exactly do you want in life? What is it that you want to achieve? What is important to you in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrie, the prof has been diagnosed with ALS, a debilitating disease that leaves his soul perfectly awake inside a limp body. His former student, the author, visits him on Tuesdays to complete their final project, a thesis of dying and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes in the book: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When one is aware that there's the possibility of dying one day*any day*, he will use every moment of his time doing something one will not regret 'till the last note is sang'. If there is this awareness, one won't procrastinate doing stuff they dream of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If there's something you want to do, no time will ever be perfect. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote I Love: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death ends a life, not a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we love each other, and remember the love we had, we die without really going away. You live on- in the hearts of everyone you touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this photo while uploading today's 'class-all red' day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="280" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/Image008a.jpg" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Cap Day:-&lt;br /&gt;Princess Ann, Me, Adorable Alice, Sheenie Beanie, Gingy G &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Adioz&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117165029293841683?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117165029293841683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117165029293841683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117165029293841683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117165029293841683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-ya-finished-tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/school/th_Image008a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117164830261052047</id><published>2007-02-16T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:59:07.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there, i guess my attempt to blog more succeeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day be4 the CNY holz. I miss Penang/Butterworth's food and the ultimate pleasure of meeting up with my cousies, staying up late just to catch up with each other n of course the fireworks which i think is a very good symbol of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;! :D Ever noticed the similiarity? Both light up themselves willingly for the sake of other's pleasure. I love viewing fireworks. The sheer delight in simply just looking at how it lightens up the whole sky is beyond words. It's simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D *now u noe why im practically flunking my sciences ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh! Back to lighting fireworks! So much as i enjoy viewing fireworks, i loathe lighting them. Whenever i 'try' to light 'em, the scene always end with me being all squeamish n me passing the lighter/match to someone else. More specifically, my dearest cousin billy who so happens to be my lil 'hero'. :) Throughout my childhood, he's one of my fav playmate in my hometown! And despite being 1 and a half months younger than me, he's the one who 'takes care' of me, giving me sound advices and mouthing to me whatever stuff i shouldn't b babbling in front of the 'adults' n other what-nots. :) There's loads of superstitions i do not know of and he's the one who guides me! And not to forget waking up early to jog by the beach together etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If ever you do come across this site,Thank you billy! Life would definitely be diff without u. :D migosh, i don't know what to do if i'm not able to see you for the nx 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's past 12 now n my eyelids are dropping. Toodles everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Happy CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahs, liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117164830261052047?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117164830261052047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117164830261052047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117164830261052047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117164830261052047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-there-i-guess-my-attempt-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117153322299363755</id><published>2007-02-15T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:53:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"People are like sticks of dynamite. The power is on the inside, but nothing happens until the fuse gets lit." What a great quote, and every leader should take it to heart. Providing timely encouragement, recognition and support will help to light the fuse.and, in many instances, unleash their emotional energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read a wonderful story about a young man who played for the legendary Alabama football coach, Bear Bryant. Bear had a third stringer on this team named Henry Peterson. Henry had never gotten to play, and just before the Alabama-Auburn Game, Bryant got a call from Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Coach, my Dad died and I won't be able to make it to the game on Saturday."&lt;br /&gt;Bear said, "No problem, son, you should be with your family." However, the next day Bear&lt;br /&gt;got another call from Henry, and he said, "Coach, I got to thinking about it and I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to let the team down. I'm going to be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough on Saturday, Henry was dressed and ready to play. Just before the game he walked over the Bear and said, "Coach, I want you to start me today." Bear said, "Son, are you nuts? This is the Alabama-Auburn game, and you've never played." Well, Henry persisted, and Bryant, never knowing why, said, "Okay, I'll put you in on the first play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Peterson scored three touchdowns in the first half.he almost beat Auburn by himself. Bear, at halftime, walked over and said, "Son, I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you. Why haven't you shown me you can play football like that?" Henry said, "Coach, did you ever see me walking around the campus with my Dad?" Bear said, "Yes, I have seen you." Henry then said, "Coach, my Dad was blind and today is the first day he ever got to watch me play football."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF EMOTIONAL ENERGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One timely shot of inspiration can quickly change negative thoughts into positive results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117153322299363755?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117153322299363755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117153322299363755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117153322299363755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117153322299363755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/people-are-like-sticks-of-dynamite.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117136955648768272</id><published>2007-02-13T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:28:46.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something was seriously wrong with me yesterday!! Felt *ahem* drugged!!!&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling dizzy and super paranoid. Was banging into ppl n things. Came home with endless bruises.&lt;br /&gt;The Best possible logical explanation i can come out with is:- Phy test.&lt;br /&gt;That's the only source i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only person in this whole wide world who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phetebic:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;PHysics -TEst-phoBIC.A new kinda phobia. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrid and if anyone finds a cure for it, TELL ME!!! coz i'm not gonna give up Phy just yet. It's MY challenge. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I had a gr8t day!! Class only started at 10 am so i finally got the long deprived beauty sleep i craved for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish my pile of assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy V Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ppl!&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;212 Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've been an entrepreneur for over 30 years, and I've come to realize that the difference in success or failure is not how you look, how you dress, or how you're educated. It's how you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in my career, I was the vice president of sales for a food company. One time I was in Detroit hiring a sales person for the market. We had lined up eight appointments for the day, and the morning had been a bust. I looked up and my 1 o'clock appointment was standing at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a tall, good-looking guy, and I remember thinking, "This could be the one." We&lt;br /&gt;talked for about 15 minutes, and I asked a question I always ask, "What will you be doing five years from now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget his answer. He said, "Mr. Anderson, the way these appointments have been going, I might still be interviewing!" Well, that wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. We talked for a few more minutes and I excused him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked up and my 2 o'clock was there ... a short guy with a wrinkled sport coat. He walked over and gave me a confident handshake, and a few minutes later I asked the same question, "What are you going to be doing five years from now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked me right in the eye and said, "Mr. Anderson, I'm going to be working for you. This job fits my skills and my needs to a tee. I don't just think, I know I can sell your product in this market. And furthermore, if you don't like my performance after thirty days, you don't owe me a cent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! He had just made me an offer I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't refuse. But the offer had nothing to do with the money I might save; it had&lt;br /&gt;everything to do with his unwavering passion and belief he could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a year, Bob was the number one sales person in the company! The power of a&lt;br /&gt;212° attitude can be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;-Mac-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117136955648768272?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117136955648768272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117136955648768272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117136955648768272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117136955648768272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-was-seriously-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117103570533215432</id><published>2007-02-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T05:30:33.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent a whole day in Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a total of 500 ppl taking the driving test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity was going on and off that everyone single one inside was waving their very own 'fans'. The wait was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed. Passed. Passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving test!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very staisfied indeed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="444" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/P1021534.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Isn't this so adorable-can-die? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117103570533215432?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117103570533215432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117103570533215432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117103570533215432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117103570533215432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/spent-whole-day-in-metro.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117085879808285876</id><published>2007-02-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:33:18.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a gr8t start today.&lt;br /&gt;A 3 hour break was just plain luxury after phy class which ended up with a really lost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;, i had to hold a meeting today n it was such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so messed up and i was rushing off to my last driving class. Got there late n that itself is another story. Sigh. Honestly, if i was a newbie attending the meet, i would have just left. It was a freaking catastrophe! Gosh. Can i just dig a hole n bury my head?!! Never ever have i ever felt so utterly useless, shameful, frustrated and stupid.. Definitely not ALL at the SAME TiMe!! Argh. N worst of all, my teacher advisor was there! He witnessed the whole scene. Great. To top it all off, he was there to witness the scene WHEN the chaos started, not the nice smooth start. Simply great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no use crying over spilt milk. I'm gonna pick myself up, forget about this incident and continue walking again. I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ps. driving test tmrw. 3 roads to memorize. I can do it!!  I'm stong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently blue,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117085879808285876?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117085879808285876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117085879808285876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117085879808285876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117085879808285876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/02/had-gr8t-start-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-117025707691681532</id><published>2007-01-31T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:24:36.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BAck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went thru alot of life changing pts these past few weeks. Emotions got all mixed up and ended in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;Depressed,&lt;br /&gt;GOne Wacky,&lt;br /&gt;Lost,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Depressed,&lt;br /&gt;Helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving,&lt;br /&gt;Grateful,&lt;br /&gt;Touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it's all back to normal now :)&lt;br /&gt;We learn from lessons but not necessarily immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesnt need the time to mend a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a new beginning. Let my life change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Let this mark the start of a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to look serious,&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-117025707691681532?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/117025707691681532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=117025707691681532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117025707691681532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/117025707691681532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-went-thru-alot-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116878305108334947</id><published>2007-01-14T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:57:31.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Face Is Exposed for AOL Searcher No. 4417749&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/b/michael_barbaro/index.html?inline=nyt-per" target="_blank"&gt;MICHAEL BARBARO&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/z/tom_jr_zeller/index.html?inline=nyt-per" target="_blank"&gt;TOM ZELLER&lt;/a&gt; Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried in a list of 20 million Web search queries collected by AOL and recently released on the Internet is user No. 4417749. The number was assigned by the company to protect the searcher’s anonymity, but it was not much of a shield.&lt;br /&gt;No. 4417749 conducted hundreds of searches over a three-month period on topics ranging from “numb fingers” to “60 single men” to “dog that urinates on everything.”&lt;br /&gt;And search by search, click by click, the identity of AOL user No. 4417749 became easier to discern. There are queries for “landscapers in Lilburn, Ga,” several people with the last name Arnold and “homes sold in shadow lake subdivision gwinnett county georgia.”&lt;br /&gt;It did not take much investigating to follow that data trail to Thelma Arnold, a 62-year-old widow who lives in Lilburn, Ga., frequently researches her friends’ medical ailments and loves her three dogs. “Those are my searches,” she said, after a reporter read part of the list to her.&lt;br /&gt;AOL removed the search data from its site over the weekend and apologized for its release, saying it was an unauthorized move by a team that had hoped it would benefit academic researchers.&lt;br /&gt;But the detailed records of searches conducted by Ms. Arnold and 657,000 other Americans, copies of which continue to circulate online, underscore how much people unintentionally reveal about themselves when they use search engines — and how risky it can be for companies like AOL, &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.nytimes.com/redirect/marketwatch/redirect.ctx?MW=http://custom.marketwatch.com/custom/nyt-com/html-companyprofile.asp&amp;symb=GOOG" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.nytimes.com/redirect/marketwatch/redirect.ctx?MW=http://custom.marketwatch.com/custom/nyt-com/html-companyprofile.asp&amp;amp;symb=YHOO" target="_blank"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; to compile such data.&lt;br /&gt;Those risks have long pitted privacy advocates against online marketers and other Internet companies seeking to profit from the Internet’s unique ability to track the comings and goings of users, allowing for more focused and therefore more lucrative advertising.&lt;br /&gt;But the unintended consequences of all that data being compiled, stored and cross-linked are what Marc Rotenberg, the executive director of the Electronic Privacy Information Center, a privacy rights group in Washington, called “a ticking privacy time bomb.”&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rotenberg pointed to Google’s own joust earlier this year with the Justice Department over a subpoena for some of its search data. The company successfully fended off the agency’s demand in court, but several other search companies, including AOL, complied. The Justice Department sought the information to help it defend a challenge to a law that is meant to shield children from sexually explicit material.&lt;br /&gt;“We supported Google at the time,” Mr. Rotenberg said, “but we also said that it was a mistake for Google to be saving so much information because it creates a risk.”&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Arnold, who agreed to discuss her searches with a reporter, said she was shocked to hear that AOL had saved and published three months’ worth of them. “My goodness, it’s my whole personal life,” she said. “I had no idea somebody was looking over my shoulder.”&lt;br /&gt;In the privacy of her four-bedroom home, Ms. Arnold searched for the answers to scores of life’s questions, big and small. How could she buy “school supplies for Iraq children”? What is the “safest place to live”? What is “the best season to visit Italy”?&lt;br /&gt;Her searches are a catalog of intentions, curiosity, anxieties and quotidian questions. There was the day in May, for example, when she typed in “termites,” then “tea for good health” then “mature living,” all within a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Her queries mirror millions of those captured in AOL’s database, which reveal the concerns of expectant mothers, cancer patients, college students and music lovers. User No. 2178 searches for “foods to avoid when breast feeding.” No. 3482401 seeks guidance on “calorie counting.” No. 3483689 searches for the songs “Time After Time” and “Wind Beneath My Wings.”&lt;br /&gt;At times, the searches appear to betray intimate emotions and personal dilemmas. No. 3505202 asks about “depression and medical leave.” No. 7268042 types “fear that spouse contemplating cheating.”&lt;br /&gt;There are also many thousands of sexual queries, along with searches about “child porno” and “how to kill oneself by natural gas” that raise questions about what legal authorities can and should do with such information.&lt;br /&gt;But while these searches can tell the casual observer — or the sociologist or the marketer — much about the person who typed them, they can also prove highly misleading.&lt;br /&gt;At first glace, it might appear that Ms. Arnold fears she is suffering from a wide range of ailments. Her search history includes “hand tremors,” “nicotine effects on the body,” “dry mouth” and “bipolar.” But in an interview, Ms. Arnold said she routinely researched medical conditions for her friends to assuage their anxieties. Explaining her queries about nicotine, for example, she said: “I have a friend who needs to quit smoking and I want to help her do it.”&lt;br /&gt;Asked about Ms. Arnold, an AOL spokesman, Andrew Weinstein, reiterated the company’s position that the data release was a mistake. “We apologize specifically to her,” he said. “There is not a whole lot we can do.”&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weinstein said he knew of no other cases thus far where users had been identified as a result of the search data, but he was not surprised. “We acknowledged that there was information that could potentially lead to people being identified, which is why we were so angry.”&lt;br /&gt;AOL keeps a record of each user’s search queries for one month, Mr. Weinstein said. This allows users to refer back to previous searches and is also used by AOL to improve the quality of its search technology. The three-month data that was released came from a special system meant for AOL’s internal researchers that does not record the users’ AOL screen names, he said.&lt;br /&gt;Several bloggers claimed yesterday to have identified other AOL users by examining data, while others hunted for particularly entertaining or shocking search histories. Some programmers made this easier by setting up Web sites that let people search the database of searches.&lt;br /&gt;John Battelle, the author of the 2005 book “The Search: How Google and Its Rivals Rewrote the Rules of Business and Transformed Our Culture,” said AOL’s misstep, while unfortunate, could have a silver lining if people began to understand just what was at stake. In his book, he says search engines are mining the priceless “database of intentions” formed by the world’s search requests.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s only by these kinds of screw-ups and unintended behind-the-curtain views that we can push this dialogue along,” Mr. Battelle said. “As unhappy as I am to see this data on people leaked, I’m heartened that we will have this conversation as a culture, which is long overdue.”&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Arnold says she loves online research, but the disclosure of her searches has left her disillusioned. In response, she plans to drop her AOL subscription. “We all have a right to privacy,” she said. “Nobody should have found this all out.”&lt;br /&gt;Saul Hansell contributed reporting for this article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116878305108334947?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116878305108334947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116878305108334947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116878305108334947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116878305108334947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/01/face-is-exposed-for-aol-searcher-no.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116860278879543001</id><published>2007-01-12T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T03:53:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo!&lt;br /&gt;Merry x mas n a Happy New YR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so tied up i can count the total number of times i came on9 since the holz. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies! especially my msn mates. SOZ!! + my hp's a lil hay-wired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's c. my new yr resolution, holiday outings, trip to macau ... are written in my dear ol diary so my blog's gonna 'depreciate' a lil. :) For now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz poppin in to wish EVERYONE OUT THERE A GR8T 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos to a very special person. Allllllliiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY! LOVE YA TO THE MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy weekend ahead. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116860278879543001?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116860278879543001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116860278879543001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116860278879543001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116860278879543001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2007/01/boo-merry-x-mas-n-happy-new-yr-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116654777838959490</id><published>2006-12-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:01:52.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets c. There's so many things i wanna talk bout BUT...I haf absolutely no urge to *pen* them down. Gosh. That sounds quite silly. What a contradiction from having a blog, a space to WRITE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/cute-spot/cute-spot/sayclubs/christmas/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway.. Here's the latest book i read:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/EvenAfterAllThisTime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of love, politics, heartache, revolution, having the courage to dream the impossibles and making them come true against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 20px" height="20" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/cute-spot/cute-spot/sayclubs/christmas/19.gif" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"It's a letter." &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Slam!&lt;/span&gt; He slapped his laptop close. With that, I couldn't resist feeling as if he succeeded in shutting himself up. From me.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that he fear? Ain't we suppose to share? I'm not just a friend or someone less. I'm something more, right? I'm suppose to be able to talk to him. Not just shallow conversations. Not fear intruding in some sense. Isn't that what being part of a family is all about? Is it? Why then is there so much i do not know about him. Or her. Or them? It's like an itch i cant get rid of inside of me. I want to know them more. I want to really really know them. Understand them. Be able to comprehend what they're thinking so i won't end up annoying them outta their wits at times.Er. Ahem. All the time. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just wonder, what do they think of me? An immature brat? An extra baggage?&lt;br /&gt;I only wonder.. because i care. I wanna feel as if i'm part of them. I wanna be on the same wavelength.&lt;br /&gt;There's times when i feel like a total stranger. No doubt, i love them. I know they love me too. Why then does this keep occuring? Don't say its due to the age gap. Nonsense. I know because i've witnessed others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/cute-spot/cute-spot/sayclubs/christmas/17.gif" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116654777838959490?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116654777838959490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116654777838959490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116654777838959490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116654777838959490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-c.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/th_EvenAfterAllThisTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116626458329169833</id><published>2006-12-16T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:05:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there Fellow Boos :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/snowman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 60px" height="60" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/HappyHolsBanner.gif" width="462" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a marvel how time flies,ain't it? Time never fails to amaze me. It's merely a few days till x mas and then the much *ahem* dreaded.. ;p yr 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be steppin into yr 2007 with excitement and trepidation. Wat bout ya?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I guess i shall leave the rattles n ramblings of new yr resolutions till later! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/cutecolorsanibear12.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="218" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/cutecolorswinter1ani.gif" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/cutecolorsanibear11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="183" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/cutecolorswinter2ani.gif" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since everyone's been asking me the same question over and over again. I shall juz spill the beans. What have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from digging out a hole to hide myself in my very own paradise, tending to my puppies, i've been reading. Yes! i've finally found time to just diss other errands to read. Haven't been reading s much as i wanna since a few yrs back. I used to be a bookworm i finished book after book everyday &amp; even attempted to read in the dark! Yes! that's also how i came to b a specty nerd since 7 ^.^ Must blame the price of books *winks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Did mention that i've been learning how to cook. Bought this really thick cookbook wid dishes by jamie oliver/nabu.... Mi n my beloved sis are gonna learn how to whip up sum scrumptious, irresistable meals. So juz wait n c! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i took my piano examination where i met this wonderful lady. Sat thru a 5-hour driving course where i met two sweet gurls. Weeee. Been meeting really nice ppl lately. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;Up next, i will be sitting for my 'undang' test, haf 'official' driving lessons and of course read.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention how much i love book fairs? I LOVE BOOK FAIRS! Books are cheap! may not be in their best states but still i get to buy bags n bags of books which are reasonably priced. *finally*! Love it ! =D All those treasures waiting for u to grab them up. *jumps up n down in joy* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 78px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="145" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/santadew2.gif" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 73px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="167" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/rudolphdew.gif" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="150" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/santadew.gif" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 66px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="153" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/angeldew.gif" width="144" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do u do when u buy a book? I feel the book cover hoping the secrets within would delight me. Sniffs the smell of the book.Sometimes. *sue me. I'm wierd* Run my fingers through the pages. &lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;, i start reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of books i read/ re-read since the hols...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 81px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="123" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/Blink.jpg" width="67" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/3-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The power to think without thinking:- It's all about snap judgement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; HEIGHT: 121px" height="307" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/FivePplUMeetInHeaven.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/4-1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my opinion, it's a must-read!! This book's purpose is to touch hearts. So grab it n read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="96" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/VeronikaDecidestoDie.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/3-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coelho famous for his spritual journeys. :) Not as solid as his hit(The Alchemist). Don't be fooled by the title however. It's not a story of death but on the contrary a story bout celebrating life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="134" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/PS.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/4-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bet most of ya all haf read this chick-lit. I have to shamefully admit that this story drained me off buckets of tears! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 90px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/WhereRainbowsEnd.gif" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A should-read if you are on the train/plane/car. Light yet meaningful at the same time.Ceclia Ahern never fails to create compelling works. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="192" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/thewitchsdaughter.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nope. I'm gonna ruin the surprise for ye all. She's not really a witch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 92px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/IfYouCouldSeeMeNow.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Playful with a touch of magic. All about Believing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 97px; HEIGHT: 127px" height="124" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/TheInvisibleGirl.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Books/3.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought this book so i can get a better insight of sumone i really care bout. *winks* It's bout a father trying to write a memoir of a daughter, a successful comedy writer who died of aneroxia but it ended up listing mostly just all her achievements. Not as great as i hoped it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats all! Toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;liz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116626458329169833?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116626458329169833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116626458329169833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116626458329169833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116626458329169833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-there-fellow-boos-its-marvel-how.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/th_snowman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116541288363527834</id><published>2006-12-06T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:42:30.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is gonna b an emo post so skip diz if u wanna. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the place and time, it was still a shock to see even a glimpse of him at that very place at that very minute. A pleasant shock, that is. =) Something unexpected with a touch of bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;I noe he saw me but I couldn't help looking away. Being shy? But being shy ain't my trait. Something must hav had came over me. =)&lt;br /&gt;Him wearing my fav no. did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Those flashbacks. Once again, I'm reminded of his smile.*^.^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/love.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I very well noe i'm over him. I am. Despite the fact that he is d only crush i ever had *thinks* perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd, isn't it? How time flies and changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;How does one noe when is a beginning? Is there an established sign telling you so?&lt;br /&gt;Those memories still vivid as if freshly imprinted in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet aftermath of receiving msgs from him was just like the aftermath of eating chocolates. Heartwarming yet addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to him makes me luff cos he's got a pretty good sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Bumping into him leaves my heart doing double flips with huge monarchs flying in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked what happened, all i can say is there's no ending cos there never was a beginning. If only time can turn back. If only. I think i would have given him another answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Ps. Pray pray that he doesnt come across this blog *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;On another note, went to Su's today. Had fun chilling wid her. Bestie's foreverr! The kitty is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i wan you 2 noe that i'm here for u. So dun go hugging up all ur troubles n frets :D&lt;br /&gt;Prrromise?&lt;br /&gt;Oo. n i'm green wid envy! i wanna go camp too ;p Haf a wikid time there. Call me wen ur back.&lt;br /&gt;I also FORGIVE U FOR EATING 'ME'.*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Allie's in her hometown. I miz u gurl so get ur s back here a.s.a.p. so we can hang out once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Feel so distant from u right now. lol. missing u like crazeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, HOLZ R HERE! CONGRATULATE ME EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;WeeeeeeeeEWeeee. Had a wikid yr wid pe5! u ppl rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerioz&lt;br /&gt;~liz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116541288363527834?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116541288363527834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116541288363527834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116541288363527834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116541288363527834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-gonna-b-emo-post-so-skip-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116491159822340135</id><published>2006-11-30T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:33:18.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races â€” the Malays and the Chinese â€” owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers â€” Kuala Lumpur is inland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point.It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur â€” there wasn't.Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies.They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket â€” the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather".But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city â€” Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 â€” that's just five years away.So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~the age~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116491159822340135?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116491159822340135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116491159822340135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116491159822340135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116491159822340135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/11/malaysias-been-at-it-again-arguing.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116479676322167963</id><published>2006-11-29T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T02:39:23.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this fear in me i cant suppress.&lt;br /&gt;I noe ppl tend to say dat its no good revealing ur feelings what more expose it in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;For once, i do NOT noe wat to do.Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116479676322167963?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116479676322167963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116479676322167963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116479676322167963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116479676322167963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-this-fear-in-me-i-cant-suppress.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116479061491632412</id><published>2006-11-29T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:35:02.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boi. Been quite awhile since i last updated. So much happened. I even grew a tad wiser n older. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my burfday, &lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/kmp_happybirthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my AS finals etc&lt;br /&gt;Shall write on bout it later.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it's like. This is how it feels. It was nothing i anticipated. There's the mixture of anticipation, excitement and reluctance at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Moving from a house u've lived in since - forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i've stayed there for more than a decade! A house which the corners u know inside out. A house where u can walk n find ur way even thou ur in stark naked darkness. A house with those tiny details u noe so well, from those lil chipped boards to those secret compartments where u hide ur secret, ur dairies n love letters. The other place besides ur heart where ur childhood memories are buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the room where u sleep, throw parties n eat in. The wardrobe filled with clothes and xtra pillow n blankies where u can juz hide n cry ur heart out with the doors closed, closing u away from the world for juz those precious moments allowing u to wallow in ur own sorrows/disappointments...&lt;br /&gt;The rooftop outside the bedroom which u can juz climb out and sit on to watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;The master bedroom where u n ur siblings drag the huge mattress to sleep together wid pa n ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen where u get to indulge in ur fav food and had ur first baking lessons.&lt;br /&gt;The garden where ur whole family camped out when the electricity got cut off at night.&lt;br /&gt;The fence where u play those games wid ur neighbours eg. hide the pegs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road where u first learnt how to cycle n fell an umpteenth times.&lt;br /&gt;The streets which u roam to find for stray cats/dogs just so u can beg ur family to keep em.&lt;br /&gt;The park u love with those swings and tiny slopes where u spent ur days running and cycling on.&lt;br /&gt;The houses which friendly owners call u in n befriend u when they see u looking at their pets longingly with that particular expression in ur eyes.&lt;br /&gt;*yes. i use to cycle ard my housing area juz to play wid ppl's pupz thou i barely noe em*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MPSJ which was just a few feet away where u can meet up with frenz to train for running events.&lt;br /&gt;The friends and neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house which u can call a home.A home with you all written over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, u move into a new house. It's classy, elaborate and beautiful. Ur room is triple the size of the old one. U have to get use to calling the old house as the ex-house. Somehow, u still need time getting use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the new huge bedroom which is triple the size of the old one. Smells so fresh. Somehow, it still feels empty. Ahh. How i long for the day when the room finally turns 'me'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asked what significant changes i've been thru.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the same ol me with a diff post box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: Hey. don't get me wrong! i love my new house. love it to the max. that doesnt mean i cant miss my ol house/room,right? :D I'm somoone who loves the new yet clings to the old cos i love em too. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116479061491632412?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116479061491632412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116479061491632412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116479061491632412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116479061491632412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-boi.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/Bg%20icons%20etc/th_kmp_happybirthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-116274285699476812</id><published>2006-11-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:07:37.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling suffocated.Beats me why. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there she goes struggling to inhale sum air. Fresh Air.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.  @#*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does being a friend really mean to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry. You may not be able to cope very well when you do lose somebody's friendship. You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get upset easily. You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance. Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest priority is your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. You often come up with solutions to problems. You are an ambitious person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are an ordinary and down-to-earth person. You are also tough and will meet success in important issues without many difficulties. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. We also see that you are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-116274285699476812?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/116274285699476812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=116274285699476812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116274285699476812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/116274285699476812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-suffocated.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-115979733961696407</id><published>2006-10-02T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:50:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My 17th Burday Wishlist ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My family to be happy and healthy forever + not fret bout money 4everrr!!! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(priceless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;duh..i'm a good gurl ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) House-makeover ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Juz some itsy parts. Still Love it nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM 500,000.00)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will that amount do.. hope so! ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dog training lessons from a pro. *desperately* &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM500?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or perhaps Rock n Codz can miracalously b obedient as darling angels?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/cutedogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) To get into my desired uni *prays hard*&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (PRicELESS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Acquire a good job in future which enables me to satisfywhatever i desire. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Infinite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil luffter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A new phone &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM1000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Albeit the new phone cover i got from my bro wic i love tons.I'm greedy..I know =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Digital Camera &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty please please please.. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Night out wif my dearies - you know who u r!&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (Priceless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Desserts!!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (RM 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fine fine. i'm sorta banned frm it. sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;*Roarrrrrrrrr......Tummy growls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Score straight A's for my examinations &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(PRICELESS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laugh at this nerd. Luff. I dare u to luff. *snorts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Play an interesting role in a short drama. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(PRICELESS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Meet 'P' n b able 2 spend some quality bonding time :D &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(PRICELESS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Tour the world &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( shall keep u updated with the $$)&lt;/span&gt; Mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Find mi passion ^.^&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (Priceless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Free stay in a luxurious hotel with my love ones &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*eyes pops open*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Hair makeover &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(RM100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAst but not least, world peace, STOP poverty n rescue all the homeless doggies out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm one spoilt gurl. :) Pretty much wish for priceless gifts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Much Love, XoXo,&lt;br /&gt;Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-115979733961696407?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/115979733961696407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=115979733961696407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115979733961696407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115979733961696407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-17th-burday-wishlist-p-1-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-115885362527177026</id><published>2006-09-21T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:02:25.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back from Jakarta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy. The river there IS indeed the longest lavatory ever! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 190px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9150757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt so much from this trip. *no regretz AT All*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labour cost is cheap in Indon n dat explains y all the movie commercials are painted! Quite authentic. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 328px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9140605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dollarization effect contributed to Indon's high inflation. Thanks to IMF too for raising the interest rate to 30%. *buekh* !loan sharks which is indirectly related to suharto's downfall! Urgh. Suharto.D guy who has an estimated personal wealth of $16 Billion US. I never did truly understood why ppl were dying to campaign as President till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 242px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9140629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indon. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disparity between the rich and poor&lt;/span&gt; is soooo great &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx to corruption. That is undeniably a FACT.&lt;br /&gt;It's because of corruption, most residents are deprived from education in Indon. School fees is actually not high, but its the admission fees you hafta pay the schools which is the root of all probz. And these 'fees' goes into 'whose pockets'? Beats me. This statement is supported by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu Ann &lt;/span&gt;, my host in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 512px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9140610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statue of Pizza Man ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the government is trying to change the mentality but corrupted officers are so used to it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*easy money, who dont want 'em*&lt;/span&gt;, the only hope is on the generation being currently educated. But that will take, like say, at least 20 yrs?  Thank gosh for the few people who  have a heart and soul for the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lil about Indon's rents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Following the economic crisis of the late 90’s, the US$ rate was set at certain value against Rupiah which was known locally as a pegged (or fixed) rate, lower than actual current market exchange rates. Most US$ rental rates have changed only moderately, but the pegged rate value has altered regularly. Even up to now, almost eight years after the Thai Bhat crisis that sparked a run on the Indonesian Rupiah, this 'pegging' remains the trend. The average pegged rate for this quarter was adjusted to Rp6,430/US$, up from Rp6,203/US$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics&lt;/span&gt; in Indon is pretty volatile. The parties r pretty scary too. According to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt;, the bus driver had to use a diff colour headband everyday so as not to have the school bus being attacked. Swt. They  might actually  climb onto the bus and start attacking the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9140639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views from my room 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 235px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/P9150658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View 2&lt;br /&gt;(D building wif blue dome in the pic(right) is the one charging rental at US15000/month!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt; and his family had to leave Jakarta once during their evacuation &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu Ann&lt;/span&gt; had to pile stacks of money into an envelope so when the ppl beg for money, they will juz open the window and throw the money in an opposite direction then hit the road before they start attacking them! This, all because of the disparity between rich and the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing i can't get off my mind&lt;/span&gt; is how immoral few people can be. While on the highway, please beware as there will be small children, mothers or grandmothers knocking on your car window begging for money. If you don't pay, they'll scratch your car with a coin/knife. Swt. These ppl are ppl who are plain lazy n chooses the easy way out. They are capable of working, but chose to conduct such acts. No matter what, i still think it's wrong. ;p&lt;br /&gt;The image of the girl is still haunting me. So young, so innocent, yet influenced by parents to do evil. *feels sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;DO U KNOW&lt;/span&gt; dat you have to undergo security check everywhere you go?&lt;br /&gt;office, banks, hotels, condo and YES EVEN SHOPPING COMPLEX! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will inflation in Indon improve in an increasing rate? We'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck,&lt;br /&gt;liz.&lt;br /&gt;*ps. couldnt take many pics as it was really dangerous on the roads. &gt;.&lt; (pics coming right up. photobucket is jammed right now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-115885362527177026?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/115885362527177026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=115885362527177026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115885362527177026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115885362527177026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-jakarta-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/th_P9150757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-115884861050324227</id><published>2006-09-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:23:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why  why  why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lured me into deception &amp; now say dat i'm not 'good enough'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bangs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when i say diz. I-won't-stop. I will Never Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nyek Nyek Boo Boo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=) Yes. I'm satisified. Never ever underestimate me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singing off to bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;liz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps. could it be? could it b P i saw? in a delirium of joy....&lt;br /&gt;*pps. just finished          : five ppl u meet in heaven&lt;br /&gt;          currently reading : blink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-115884861050324227?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/115884861050324227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=115884861050324227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115884861050324227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115884861050324227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-why-why-you-lured-me-into.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34290242.post-115808837690791448</id><published>2006-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:13:55.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI ALL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to the airport in 8 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta :-&lt;br /&gt;A sweltering, steaming, heaving mass of 10 million people packed into a vast urban sprawl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/jakarta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps. The rivers in Jakarta are dubbed as the longest public lavatory in the world!&lt;br /&gt;*pps. Thieves.. Stay wayyyyyy outta my way or i may karate-chop you. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34290242-115808837690791448?l=blur-lemon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/feeds/115808837690791448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34290242&amp;postID=115808837690791448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115808837690791448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34290242/posts/default/115808837690791448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lemon.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-all-going-off-to-airport-in-8-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>YL ~ Liz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/lizchoorulz/Miscellaneous/baby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/lizchoo/jakarta/th_jakarta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
