<?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-5991159</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla_//Sex;</title><subtitle type='html'>Where are you?
And I'm So Sorry,
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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113428342116426495</id><published>2005-12-10T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:43:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is officially CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113428342116426495?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113428342116426495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113428342116426495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113428342116426495' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113392231589704264</id><published>2005-12-06T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:25:15.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG TODAY'S THE CHALETTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;I love Marcos. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I double love Double L.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so hyper right now.&lt;br /&gt;GAH GAH GAH.&lt;br /&gt;oh damn, i miss denmark.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here is here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113392231589704264?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113392231589704264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113392231589704264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113392231589704264' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113365911994911539</id><published>2005-12-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:18:39.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last 2 days with LL.&lt;br /&gt;Love that chick loads.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we've been going from,&lt;br /&gt;Novena to town, To Novena again,&lt;br /&gt;And BACK TO TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;We've done that TOO many times now,&lt;br /&gt;That im super sick of going to town.&lt;br /&gt;And walk those streets only to see,&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE IN THE SAME CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;Its like walking in a clone-island.&lt;br /&gt;LL and i went drunk yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We walked down the street and laugh our ass off,&lt;br /&gt;at practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and oh, YESTERDAY WAS THE BUSIEST NIGHTT.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, fucking customers cant fucking wait.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, CANT U SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE DOING OUR BESTEST.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, ur not the only one in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Jeeez. People aren't thankful enoughh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, parents were also super kind to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i presented them with a cheque of 521$ today.&lt;br /&gt;They thought it was my pay lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I bet the most i'll get of my pay is like 200-plus.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, thats super little.&lt;br /&gt;How am i spose to get my ipoddd?!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the price should drop.&lt;br /&gt;Iv seen too many people with ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i bet at least 53% of the population has ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, im an ipod detector.&lt;br /&gt;LL wants to get a creative.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, she went like,&lt;br /&gt;You shall get an I and i shall get a C.&lt;br /&gt;And when u put them together, its IC.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. CRAPSHIETY-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;We both made plans on where our future husbands should shop at.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, I CANT WAIT TO GET MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;Aye LL? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, she's my only one i can share things with.&lt;br /&gt;BOO, ur lucky biatch. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113365911994911539?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113365911994911539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113365911994911539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113365911994911539' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113336880811728583</id><published>2005-11-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:40:08.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS FOR MY BEST FRIEND, LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;biatccchhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WOOOHOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;ITS HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;ITS HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;And im gonna do one of those confession thingyyy.&lt;br /&gt;LL, I dont think i can ever survive WORK without you.&lt;br /&gt;LL, You really mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not in THAT way, but u knoww.&lt;br /&gt;We do craazy things together, and BOYY,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy everyONE of them. I DO.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i can tell you EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;From boys, to work to just everything.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy your companion and thanks for understanding my weird behaviour at times.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're like the kickassess of the century.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, MANNN I LOVE YOU HUNNYBUNNSS!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a Screw-kick-ass day tmrw!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again, Sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113336880811728583?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113336880811728583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113336880811728583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113336880811728583' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113308256162115862</id><published>2005-11-27T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:13:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM CAMPPP.&lt;br /&gt;woooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;Left early tho. With LL too.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, screwed shit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, LL found this skin for me, so,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO YOU BABE.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, really like it.&lt;br /&gt;LL and I declared ourselves to be,&lt;br /&gt;Commentors of blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH. Yay usss!&lt;br /&gt;Went for the celebration today at Tepak Sireh.&lt;br /&gt;Was super duper boring, but yet, erm, exciting?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like mom put in LOADS of effort to it, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, miss Timmie.&lt;br /&gt;Him and his fantasiz-ing mind.&lt;br /&gt;I love his poem. He made one for me too! Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE POEM ON MEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll post it here.&lt;br /&gt;If i can remember. x)&lt;br /&gt;Grrness, im gonna start on hw soon.&lt;br /&gt;WORK TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113308256162115862?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113308256162115862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113308256162115862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113308256162115862' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113274719408098679</id><published>2005-11-23T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:59:54.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(42).jpg"&gt;Started work last monday. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUN. But dammmit tired.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. We have like the best team, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Already 3rd day, But feels like 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. So cliche, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, crap and slack alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Stole food and all.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Took pictures, just for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;Camp tmrw. Not working, damn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Not much to update anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(45).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2845%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(48).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2848%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2841%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2834%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2835%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2830%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113274719408098679?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113274719408098679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113274719408098679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113274719408098679' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113212199733554196</id><published>2005-11-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:19:57.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had like the awesome-est of the awesome-est time with double L yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with petanque-training whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;It was with the presence of the french misterrr.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, he kept calling me, "Miss miss.."&lt;br /&gt;And then the president of the club says,&lt;br /&gt;"Like hitler." or smth.&lt;br /&gt;They're like so pro. Im like nothing. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, they had this 4 station where 2 of them,&lt;br /&gt;Specialize in Pointing, and the others, Shooting.&lt;br /&gt;I felt more confident in the pointing section,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas double L, the shooting section.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR A SHOOTER. weet. x)&lt;br /&gt;Decided to leave early and go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Walked blurdy fast at Orchard. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're used to it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;And double L keeps saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I cant believe im a waitress!"&lt;br /&gt;Hah, dumb blonde. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Walked like forever at Far East and then we came upon this shop.&lt;br /&gt;Cant exactly remember what its called,&lt;br /&gt;But heck, got like 2 shirts from there.&lt;br /&gt;Retro-ey stuff there. GREAT shop.&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the shop with new knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;How to check for e correct size for my bust.&lt;br /&gt;WOOH. Knowledgable. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Double L was doubting whether she should get a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Was only 15 i think. Or 16. Or was it 30? Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna splurge when her payday arrives.&lt;br /&gt;And then i'll be all miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should get a job.&lt;br /&gt;I applied, but they havent' FUCKING CALLED ME!&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, hang out at Subway for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos while we try to peek under people's skirrt.&lt;br /&gt;We're dirrty, oooo yeah. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Tried to have a serious conversation and all,&lt;br /&gt;But with double L, definitely will crack up. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Saw our MATE and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there MATE!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;Right double L? (;&lt;br /&gt;Madness. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;After "chilling" there, WE, finally decided,&lt;br /&gt;TO MAKE VIDEOS AT ME HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;Not Porn for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to, but not the right time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we hogged on double L's cam.&lt;br /&gt;Making vid after vid after vid, in whichhh,&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK HORRENDOUS IN ALLL.&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt, it was enjoyable, i think. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we called ourselves bored losers after the whole thang.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i swear im NEVER gonna do this kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;Not unless we're dying of boredom or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, we also did erm, the dirty lil secret thang.&lt;br /&gt;Love double L's secret. Its secret-y. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, we did some make-over scarry shit thang.&lt;br /&gt;Vandalised our faces and hogged more on the cam.&lt;br /&gt;Took some, shall post it.&lt;br /&gt;Double L has all the vids, so hafta wait for her to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Before i can laugh my ASS off when i watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like im a kid.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I SAW A SNAKE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOMEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture40.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture39.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture36.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture34.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture25.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113212199733554196?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113212199733554196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113212199733554196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212199733554196' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113196549343343480</id><published>2005-11-14T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:51:34.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics of Adam, his mates, LL and me.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/100_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%2820%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113196549343343480?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113196549343343480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113196549343343480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113196549343343480' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113196345948614078</id><published>2005-11-14T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:17:39.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its weird how 1 mistake can change everything.&lt;br /&gt;1 fucking mistake.&lt;br /&gt;So i was self-concious.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt everyone like that?&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair, i tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;And its like im the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;The one that killed the good person.&lt;br /&gt;So you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks but you dont have to lie.&lt;br /&gt;If its not even true, why the fuck did you say it?&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel comforted?&lt;br /&gt;Well did you know?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know how to say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;To make you believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Well here, im gonna say it now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;People think its not true,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, if it has been for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Its very true.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry to disappoint you,&lt;br /&gt;But i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113196345948614078?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113196345948614078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113196345948614078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113196345948614078' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113125608665838986</id><published>2005-11-05T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:48:06.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think im gonna give up waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, hour, minutes and seconds and milliseconds,&lt;br /&gt;of MY life.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i just found out that its been really,&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, Nerve-wrecking?&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to find a word to describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like iv been cheated.&lt;br /&gt;Crushed.&lt;br /&gt;Moulded.&lt;br /&gt;Just something that made me changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe i have moving-veins.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats cos im staring at them now.&lt;br /&gt;WOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More money collection nxt week i hope.&lt;br /&gt;IM DYING FOR CASHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attachment is over, and somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;Yet devastated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss them i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read about the life of a lawyer,&lt;br /&gt;and MY MY, what a torture.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, just ONE mistake, and woah.&lt;br /&gt;But im not done with the story, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE YET TO GET MARCOS' SURPRISE GIFT.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i have no idea what to get.&lt;br /&gt;And today's e deadline.&lt;br /&gt;Does e post office open on sundays?&lt;br /&gt;I think Marcos' gonna win this time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll get that thing from that shop. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still falling for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113125608665838986?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113125608665838986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113125608665838986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113125608665838986' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113069285928426513</id><published>2005-10-30T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:20:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, im gonna do one of those sad, depressing entry.&lt;br /&gt;Cos well, i'm a sadist and a depressist, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like you treat me like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;You come to me when you feel like it,&lt;br /&gt;And you leave me when you have someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad, SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;You hurting me even more.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can't imagine how hurt i am,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you say hello or goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;You reply me, no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;But do i still feel the sincerity in you?&lt;br /&gt;God no. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;You talk to me like im nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Like im just a passer-by.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're upset, You come to me.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your problems.&lt;br /&gt;And i take it seriously,&lt;br /&gt;Really i doo.&lt;br /&gt;But do you actually care about me?&lt;br /&gt;About every little word i say to you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it fucking mean a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just words in the air.&lt;br /&gt;And you forget it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it. Yes i can.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;Iv tried SOOO hard. Just to make you HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when the time comes,&lt;br /&gt;You'll realise how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;And how deep you've stabbed me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll be too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, i'm THAT DEPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;Its saddening i knaw.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a big problem, but i can feel it coming.&lt;br /&gt;And i just had to type it all down.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATHETIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113069285928426513?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113069285928426513'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture33.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture26.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture22.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture20.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture18.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture17.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture13.jpg" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113058755779601412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113058755779601412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113058755779601412' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113058635245556922</id><published>2005-10-29T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:45:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the time to update.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with shitass stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And checking out different type of sickness and all.&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, I really feel sorry for these people.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the look in their eyes makes me wanna ask them,&lt;br /&gt;"Are you depressed?"&lt;br /&gt;Cos they look depress.&lt;br /&gt;Like there's nothing to look forward in their life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's in town.&lt;br /&gt;He just got in like last night i think.&lt;br /&gt;He has like no idea where he is now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, neither does Sara.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU GUYS. x)&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with DIDI and siti yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was weird, cos dont really know siti. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;DIDI is grrreat. SUPER CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;and super caring.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I like Didi alot.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, its making me fall for DIDI.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. TOO BAD. am already falling for didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i told HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, he knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;Its weird. I keep telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;"DONT EFFIN TELL HIM, DONT EFFIN TELL HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;But thereee, i HAVE to open my effin mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, i dont know how im spose to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Like, "HEY, isnt it good?" You told him!&lt;br /&gt;And he's okay about it.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, i tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, why did i tell? He's gonna hate me"&lt;br /&gt;I should have just kept it a secret for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe when we're closer i would drop e bomb,&lt;br /&gt;Or i shouldnt have told him at all.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gonna think im a freak or smth.&lt;br /&gt;I knaw people might just tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Heck, just dont care what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant. Im paranoid. I care about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;Unless its redundant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i shall try to er, look at e brighter side or sumfink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Hari Raya clothes today.&lt;br /&gt;Sort off, 2 of em was specially made or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a black pant suit for 88 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, MOM paid for me, duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR MY B'DAEE.&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$. Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wish i can spend it with Didi.&lt;br /&gt;Or Adam and Sara or LJ.&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, spend it with family.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, gots to work on that day tho. GEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love Ward 74.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113058635245556922?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113058635245556922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113058635245556922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113058635245556922' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113032786116533696</id><published>2005-10-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T04:58:44.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG IM SO DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;Plainly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUMBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is what happens when you're trying to "ignore" someone.&lt;br /&gt;Like uhm, you like this person,&lt;br /&gt;But you dont wanna message that person cos you err.&lt;br /&gt;Know what? FORGET ITTT.&lt;br /&gt;COS IM TOO REMORSE TO EVEN TALK ABT E PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;COS IM DUMBBBBB.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT IM DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE EFF DIDNT I JUST MESSAGE HIM?!?&lt;br /&gt;now he's gone. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get to TALK to him for e next 24+10+A GAZILLION HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMNN. i cant wait that longgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im missing himm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH. i guess thats how its gonna beee.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST be strong and DEAL with ittt.&lt;br /&gt;YES I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a nurse in ward 74,&lt;br /&gt;IS THE BEST THING THATS EVER HAPPEN TO ME. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113032786116533696?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113032786116533696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113032786116533696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113032786116533696' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-113004583676444650</id><published>2005-10-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:37:16.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i'v finally decided to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;1stly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sam! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh. Hoped you LOVE the things we got yah.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, especially the PINK goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR favourite colourrr. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, celebrated hun's b'dae with 5/6 of LJ.&lt;br /&gt;Plus 3 other goondoos.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, nah, i shall reveal them, CALVIN,NICK and ERIC.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, plus SHIRRRR! rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeap met the rest at around 6.30-smth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the packing of food for the victims of the Pakistan thing.&lt;br /&gt;Its really sad hearing about their condition there.&lt;br /&gt;Like, this doctor, he had to amputate 200 hands and legs,&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAYY!&lt;br /&gt;Man, this really made me appreciate my hands and legs now.&lt;br /&gt;I shall now make use of them in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the kids there are sooo cold and sick.&lt;br /&gt;Like Mindi said, the temp. there is like 5 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD, the clothes their wearing are like so thin and all.&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine how IM gonna survive there.&lt;br /&gt;In denmark, when the temp was only like 14-16 degrees,&lt;br /&gt;i was already shivering. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And even then, i had 2 layers of clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;This really made me think about things over there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, we packed boxes of food.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? THEY ONLY GET 1 BOTTLE OF WATER!!&lt;br /&gt;For a whole familyyy. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad now for slacking yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a min, i didnt really slacked, i mean,&lt;br /&gt;LL! WE DID WORK!! hah.&lt;br /&gt;Shall start doing more charity workkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, we ended the whole thing at like 1-plus, 2?&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head to LL's house to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Watched The 40 year-old virgin.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad, just slow moving.&lt;br /&gt;After watching, headed to sengkang to get hun's Polaroid.&lt;br /&gt;Andd, we then go to townnn.&lt;br /&gt;Blurdy NAT whizzed off home cos of xbox or smth.&lt;br /&gt;LOSER. left me with the 2 biatchesss. LINA and LL.&lt;br /&gt;haha. BUT, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lina's zip kept unzipping itself. shhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried the cake that lina made all around town.&lt;br /&gt;FUN FUN FUNN!!&lt;br /&gt;hah, decided to eat at Han's.&lt;br /&gt;I ate FISH N CHIPPPS. hah. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I decided to eat a slice of lemon,&lt;br /&gt;plus chewing its skin in our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I did it for awhile, but decided to let the b'dae girl win,&lt;br /&gt;so you know.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU SAMMM.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have a real battle NEXT TIME!&lt;br /&gt;After thattt, gave hun her cake and presents.&lt;br /&gt;and then her face changed when she saw IT!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the polaroid.&lt;br /&gt;I just know she was soooo happppyyy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Took her 1st EVER polaroid pic with nick.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU NICKK. lucky shieet. &lt;em&gt;he stole MY girl, MYYY girll!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the broken cake cum brownie. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice btw, Lina, really nicee. I mean it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, decided to take prints.&lt;br /&gt;Been a long LONGG time since iv taken thosee.&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 machines or smth, and decided to hog into one of them,&lt;br /&gt;and take pictures using our OWN camerass. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Did loads of STUPID poses.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought so. It turned out little in my memory thingabob.&lt;br /&gt;After cam-whoring, headed back to our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;But damnnn, we lost the keysss!&lt;br /&gt;So we like, wondered around the hotel for like, er,&lt;br /&gt;A long time?&lt;br /&gt;Called our momms but they told us to go for MORE shoppingg!&lt;br /&gt;Such caring moms we have.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, we decided to stay at the local's house.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, right gf's? We should punish ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;For losing the room keyy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, had a BLASTTT with my gfs yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And with hun too. She was glowing with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Shall put the pictures in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hunneh. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-113004583676444650?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113004583676444650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/113004583676444650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113004583676444650' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112954045076738403</id><published>2005-10-17T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:15:05.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the things you said&lt;br /&gt;You promised me the truth&lt;br /&gt;But what i get is just a misled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant you fucking say it?&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it all just an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;To get me by.&lt;br /&gt;So you can live your own life.&lt;br /&gt;And forget all OUR times.&lt;br /&gt;Of happiness and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you remember those times?&lt;br /&gt;When you would cut a lime?&lt;br /&gt;Just for me to dine?&lt;br /&gt;And do you remember back then when we met?&lt;br /&gt;You told me everything would be fine,&lt;br /&gt;But when everything turned out like a shrine,&lt;br /&gt;You blame me for all those crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is i tried and tried,&lt;br /&gt;To always make it right,&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldnt fight.&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Here's your time to CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ilysfm&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112954045076738403?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112954045076738403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112954045076738403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112954045076738403' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112938549161172237</id><published>2005-10-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:29:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Have not been updating due tooo...&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;Yesss endless nights of STUDYINGGG!&lt;br /&gt;Hah, stay up EVERY night to friggin study.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, cos its all LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;hah. And every night is a special night.&lt;br /&gt;EW. Sounds so cliche. hah.&lt;br /&gt;JEANIE!! MORE PRANK CALLSSS! hah. =S&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, am gonna put in PICTURES this time.&lt;br /&gt;YES YES, i know, i was lacking of em from e last post.&lt;br /&gt;SO IM BACK FOR MOREEE.&lt;br /&gt;most of em are from My studying days with LL at e library.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/meLL4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture256.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture257.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture242.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture265.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture249.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture229.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture227.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture224.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture219.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture166.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture157.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture145.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture136.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture112.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture101.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture59.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture48.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/Picture38.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/Lost-Juvenile/mestudying.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112938549161172237?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112938549161172237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112938549161172237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938549161172237' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112882510904814258</id><published>2005-10-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T19:31:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/spongebob_wideweb__430x2511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/spongebob_wideweb__430x2511.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ilu Spongebob. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112882510904814258?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112882510904814258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112882510904814258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112882510904814258' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112858705789793761</id><published>2005-10-06T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:24:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH EMM GEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I FRIGGIN CUT-TED MY HAIRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JEANIE FOR ACCOMPANYING MEE.&lt;br /&gt;and freaking took my pictures while e lady was cutting &lt;br /&gt;THE HORRENDOUS SHIT. (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, THE BLURDY LAPTOP WONT RECEIVE MY PICTURESS!&lt;br /&gt;gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I broke the rule of listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS ONLY TO RECORD THINGSSS!&lt;br /&gt;BAD BAD BADDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im screwed anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112858705789793761?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112858705789793761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112858705789793761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112858705789793761' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112831990904719706</id><published>2005-10-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:23:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28247%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%28247%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL and IIIIII. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Patrick7_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Patrick7_.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Da would soo kill me for thissss. HAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28251%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%28251%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush brush brushhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/52701771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/52701771.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cute guy from VF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28245%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%28245%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im Mirro-st/ruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/1600/Picture%28239%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4594/265/320/Picture%28239%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav. snack in the WORLDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I think LL is right.&lt;br /&gt;According to her latest entry.&lt;br /&gt;Adding pictures DOES make an entry more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112831990904719706?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112831990904719706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112831990904719706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112831990904719706' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112822185979743880</id><published>2005-10-01T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:57:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Mom made me a time-table to studyy.&lt;br /&gt;And im soo proud of itt. I MADE MY OWN TIME-TABLEE!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, study-which-topic-table.&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with HIM now.&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt seem to care about me, thats sad.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he doesnt realise how much IIIII like him.&lt;br /&gt;His not over Dawn and how i wish he would be soon.&lt;br /&gt;Im going craazy trying to resist my temptation to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;LL said i should. =S&lt;br /&gt;But what if i did tell him?!&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt he freak outtt?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll go like, "EW. I'll never ever believe that."&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, "Oh. Okay then."&lt;br /&gt;Omg i wouldnt know how to react to that then.&lt;br /&gt;LL is giving me counselling on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, its 11, i have an exam in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;Read thru the topics, not remembering anything right noww.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. Why is my life evolving around, &lt;br /&gt;EXAMS EXAMS and MORE EXAMSSS?!&lt;br /&gt;I think my life's worst than a GEEK.&lt;br /&gt;Now, im not just a nerd, &lt;br /&gt;IMMA GEEK-NERD-THAT'S-FORCED-TO-LOVE-STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! GO MEE! n&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112822185979743880?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112822185979743880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112822185979743880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112822185979743880' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112811597775843425</id><published>2005-09-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:39:29.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently on the CHEMISTRY mode.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do ALL the CHEMISTRY questions in e world.&lt;br /&gt;I love CHEMISTRY cos its so easyyy.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm gonna take CHEMISTRY as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;my BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLLDDD.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i sound a lil bit craazy talking about chem,&lt;br /&gt;But what to do? When you've found the right one,&lt;br /&gt;You just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, did more Chemistry with LL at Mac,&lt;br /&gt;The WORST studying place in Srgn.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i felt so laazy to do any of my work,&lt;br /&gt;But there i was, doing and doing it non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it till i finished like 70% of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Im on the airrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, have i ever completed THAT much of hw.&lt;br /&gt;No i feel light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is happening to me and Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes make me feel like im a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Cos his so smart and funny and ALWAYS ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;Does his HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that made ME do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;Cos whenever we talked, His ALWAYS doing his hw.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll think,&lt;br /&gt;"Man, if this dickhead is doing his hw everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Should II do MY hw from now onn?"&lt;br /&gt;And so, i decided, i SHALL DO ALL MY HOMEWORK FROM NOW ONNN.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me, cos i've just achieved,&lt;br /&gt;the MOST MOTIVATED PERSON award.&lt;br /&gt;Thats's alright, that's alright, i dont need a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know there was one more person joining,&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sam's hate-lynn club.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we ARE MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're reading this, DO get offended.&lt;br /&gt;But its our feelings, so we have the rights anyway.&lt;br /&gt;One day, we WILL explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, since im always studying,&lt;br /&gt;I should continue anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112811597775843425?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112811597775843425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112811597775843425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112811597775843425' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112781681764330946</id><published>2005-09-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T03:26:57.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams, are in 2 weeks and a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;And i have not started studying anything.&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;Its like i cannot keep it, &lt;br /&gt;Altho i felt motivated to start studying today.&lt;br /&gt;Really i did.&lt;br /&gt;I even opened my maths book for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly realised that i didnt know which topic to study.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna try to start studying A MATHS soon.&lt;br /&gt;Cos thats my worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;And then Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Im like also worried for my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I SUCK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's like working in a newspaper shit thing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed for my dad. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was an okay day.&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Sam today too.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, my hatred towards lynn (yes, we're not friends anymore),&lt;br /&gt;Grows stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i know Sam's with me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Hah, im so addicted to vampire freaks.&lt;br /&gt;People say im a freak anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112781681764330946?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112781681764330946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112781681764330946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112781681764330946' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112752362474615136</id><published>2005-09-23T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:00:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What i thought was a great feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be the WORST ever.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my words were mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK YOUR A FUCKEN SLAVEE?!&lt;br /&gt;What about listening to what i wanted to say?!&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HAVE TO SHOOT AT ME LIKE THAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! Just cos yer drunk and yer bst mate killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;So its my fault now?&lt;br /&gt;You dont seem to fucking care about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;About how i always miss you,&lt;br /&gt;and you think im a selfish bitch,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to be with me 24 fucken 7.&lt;br /&gt;THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!&lt;br /&gt;I know you need to pay up em bills, &lt;br /&gt;But try to understand how much i need YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna drive off the cliff and say goodbye to all the wonderful things in e world?&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DEAD TO ME ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112752362474615136?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112752362474615136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112752362474615136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112752362474615136' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112703212816704526</id><published>2005-09-18T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:28:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SOO IN LOVVVEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH IN LOVEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP, COS IM IN LOVEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. &lt;br /&gt;How the eff can i be in love.&lt;br /&gt;When his there telling me he loves me,&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now that his rarely here,&lt;br /&gt;IM MISSING HIMM!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit me, im so dumbbb!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing his with me noww.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GONE NUTSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112703212816704526?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112703212816704526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112703212816704526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112703212816704526' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112687620117653725</id><published>2005-09-16T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:24:35.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AM BACK FROM OBS!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND MYY, WAS IT THE BEST EXPERIENCE EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, missing so many people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Like, SERENE!&lt;br /&gt;my instructor whose just gone to Australia like an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;The craapy Imran.&lt;br /&gt;The Small-size Farid and his lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;The flirtatious Abul.&lt;br /&gt;The FIGHTER seven.&lt;br /&gt;The Vomitter Ash.&lt;br /&gt;The blur Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;The action-mama Yu Min.&lt;br /&gt;The Strong Jason.&lt;br /&gt;The love-biter Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;The Sprained-ankle Jean.&lt;br /&gt;The Ant-liker LiLin.&lt;br /&gt;The FRIENDLY Lina.&lt;br /&gt;The Mr.Cool Choon Hao.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Im-so-secretive Aidil.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Anyway, i know this would so come.&lt;br /&gt;RALEIGHIANS SOOO ROCKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really dreading going to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A BLASSSTTT!&lt;br /&gt;First day was obviously quite boring,&lt;br /&gt;Cos dont know e people yet.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's LINA, LI LIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did the back-to-basic activites on e 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;Like we can belay our friends on our own.&lt;br /&gt;and we did the fall-trust or something.&lt;br /&gt;Like u turn ur back and fall backwards.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;And so, we were told that we were the mobile lot.&lt;br /&gt;At 1st, we're like, YEY!! &lt;br /&gt;Get to move around and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and listen to the other part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1st night,&lt;br /&gt;Lina and I torn the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;But were kinda forced to sleep half the night.&lt;br /&gt;But couldnt, FUCKING DOG BARKING LIKE HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the malay guys were like talking and laughing, alott.&lt;br /&gt;So we couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Just stared into space. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up and strike the tent by 8am?&lt;br /&gt;Was late, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 2 of our friends were caught for doing smth wrong.&lt;br /&gt;1st statement already! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;So second day was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;Then had to pack our bags and set off for 2nd campsite.&lt;br /&gt;And dammit, the bag was sooo effin heavyy!&lt;br /&gt;Had to walk and talk about the surroundings or smth like that.&lt;br /&gt;But we complained so serene cut short the journey.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. So we reached the second campsite,&lt;br /&gt;It was by the beach btw. Cool eh?!&lt;br /&gt;And went rafting.&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT INSIDE A QUARRY!!&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO FUNNN!! SO CLEARR!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then after that dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And next day, THE WORST PART,&lt;br /&gt;THE ANTS INFEST OUR BAGGGSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;like blurdy hell. All our food and everything.&lt;br /&gt;POOR LI LIN! her bag was e worst.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Another statement.&lt;br /&gt;Another LONG LONG hike.&lt;br /&gt;Practically walked the whole of Pulau Ubin. &lt;br /&gt;Like blurdy hell!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the campsite oso not bad.&lt;br /&gt;We did so many things too.&lt;br /&gt;Like uhm, JETTY JUMPPP!!&lt;br /&gt;ROCK CLIMBING.&lt;br /&gt;KAYAKING.&lt;br /&gt;So many, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;CAMP 1 WAS THE BESTTT!&lt;br /&gt;So equipped.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, missing Raleigh now.&lt;br /&gt;And grrr, have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;So till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112687620117653725?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112687620117653725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112687620117653725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112687620117653725' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112615324744834689</id><published>2005-09-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:20:47.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who may not be so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;But still made an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;She was innocent.&lt;br /&gt;She was loving.&lt;br /&gt;She never did anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho she has no husband to love her,&lt;br /&gt;She knows she has her whole family behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now iv realised.&lt;br /&gt;Living in this life aint easy.&lt;br /&gt;After losing my most beloved grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO CAUGHT UP WITH MY OWN LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT FREAKING BOTHER ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;IM BLURDY SELFISH.&lt;br /&gt;ALL I THINK ABOUT IS MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;DID I EVER CARE HOW SHE'S DOING?!?&lt;br /&gt;NO! NO NOOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when she's gone,&lt;br /&gt;IM MISSING HER! &lt;br /&gt;How can i, I?!?&lt;br /&gt;BE LIKE THIS?!?&lt;br /&gt;Afterall my parents had taught me,&lt;br /&gt;THIS?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A SERIOUS MAKEOVER.&lt;br /&gt;of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112615324744834689?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112615324744834689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112615324744834689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112615324744834689' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112602405486781592</id><published>2005-09-06T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:27:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;UHM, the 2nd most tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Olrite, took my bikini, &lt;br /&gt;AT LASSSTT! lol&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and head off tah Airport to study.&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid when we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally found Mac,&lt;br /&gt;and after we bought our meals,&lt;br /&gt;There came in this I'M-THE-HIGHEST-CLASS-STAFF-HERE,&lt;br /&gt;and she tells us that we cant study there!&lt;br /&gt;Grr. We were fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ALREADY SETTLED THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;I STARTED DOING MY PAPER ALREADY YOU BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;So everyone else studying there,&lt;br /&gt;Were also pissed and all so had to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Misha and LL asked ME to write,&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR SERVICE SUCKS.No worries about complaining"&lt;br /&gt;On a tissue. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;She saw it and she turned around to look for us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, headed to Burger King next.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, we bought $10.80 worth of chocolateee!!&lt;br /&gt;CRAVING FROM DENMARRRKKK!!&lt;br /&gt;grr lol.&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, we cycled.&lt;br /&gt;Was a last minute thing.&lt;br /&gt;LL suggested to look busy,&lt;br /&gt;You know people on e phone, organisers.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. IT WAS SO COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;hah. Im all tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Oral tmrw. &lt;br /&gt;GRR-NESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112602405486781592?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112602405486781592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112602405486781592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602405486781592' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112597441190550344</id><published>2005-09-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:40:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the 2nd day of the hols.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;SO EFFIN FASSSTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Its not happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, loads of hw to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Not really, LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;Just some leftover maths shit i didnt complete.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i have 3As, 3Cs and 1F9!&lt;br /&gt;Its actually not bad,&lt;br /&gt;Compared to NANA! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Hah, am gonna work extra extra hard this term&lt;br /&gt;LL'S WITH ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents+Sister&amp;Cousins,&lt;br /&gt;Are going KL today.&lt;br /&gt;IM suppose to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But since i made an oath to study hard,&lt;br /&gt;I shall sacrifice my shopping time for,&lt;br /&gt;STUDDDDY!!!! ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, im not posting much,&lt;br /&gt;Cos apparently, Nothing much is ever happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Adam might be coming over here!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH IM SO EFFIN EXCITEDDD!! &lt;br /&gt;Grr-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112597441190550344?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112597441190550344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112597441190550344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112597441190550344' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112574942382938714</id><published>2005-09-03T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T05:10:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;IM FEELING SO SO SO HAPPPYYY.&lt;br /&gt;i finally found someone, well, i admire.&lt;br /&gt;Like, REALLY ADMIRE.&lt;br /&gt;In which the looks dont matter,&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;**SHUT UP LI LINN!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was spose to go hikinh,&lt;br /&gt;with GG peeps,&lt;br /&gt;But skipped that and went for flag day instead.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. WAS SOOO FUNN!!&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day wit Lin and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Went tah get wax strip for tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;WAS NOT PAINFUL, BUT ITS BLEEDING NUMB!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, went to drink SLURRRPPYY too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;And then head to Lin's place and waxed and all that.&lt;br /&gt;And then we karaoke-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Was actually spose to return tin cans at 2.30pm,&lt;br /&gt;but got so caught up with singing that we left da hse at 3?&lt;br /&gt;A huh. &lt;br /&gt;Called Mr Lim and said,&lt;br /&gt;"WE GOT INTO SOME PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;in which he went like,&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT PROBLEM YA'LL GOT INTO?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Hah, craazy shittt.&lt;br /&gt;Lin's mommy gave us a ride to school,&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Lim and the rest of e teachers was like staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;We told him that some old guy tried to harass us.&lt;br /&gt;He almost spit at us or smth.&lt;br /&gt;SUCH GOOD STORY-TELLERS WE ARE!!&lt;br /&gt;hah. And after that, we went j8 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;at LJS! hah. New fav place for the LJ's.&lt;br /&gt;Head back to Lin's house again for MORE KARAOKE!!&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Sang like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We liked Joy to the world song the bestt!!&lt;br /&gt;And ROCK AND ROLL too!!&lt;br /&gt;Sang like loads of songgg.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the session with Lady Marmalade!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, more updates later.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;Dume-BO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112574942382938714?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112574942382938714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112574942382938714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112574942382938714' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112538474939221789</id><published>2005-08-29T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:52:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how im suppose to feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement would be e closest answer.&lt;br /&gt;Been hooked on to habbo, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Guess im back to those old days.&lt;br /&gt;GEE.&lt;br /&gt;LiLin and I are currently flirting with each other.&lt;br /&gt;*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have no mood to post anything.&lt;br /&gt;Really depressed cos his not on.&lt;br /&gt;BOO BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olritey, AM OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Chika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112538474939221789?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112538474939221789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112538474939221789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112538474939221789' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112503400884093150</id><published>2005-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:26:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Am currently in Lina's housee.&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna go out in a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Probably to Far East to get new bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;Still need to change my Kroner-$$.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, got back most of my results.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly borderline but im okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths: 5/40&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths: 23/30&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 27/50&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 25/50&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 20/40&lt;br /&gt;Malay: 44/80&lt;br /&gt;English: 28/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yet to get back Social studies,&lt;br /&gt;But really hope i pass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;we gotta change.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112503400884093150?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112503400884093150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112503400884093150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112503400884093150' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112452264976423495</id><published>2005-08-20T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:24:09.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday i wake up and i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i wake up in depression?&lt;br /&gt;What else am i gonna do in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Fail tests?&lt;br /&gt;And then what?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i dont even know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Do i want good grades?&lt;br /&gt;What else am i gonna get from those?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone wants to be smart?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone emphasise on being no. 1?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a bad thing to be the last?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dies in the end, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So why? Can anyone even answer these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. im so not motivating myself.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho i ask myself why i need to do well for exams,&lt;br /&gt;I just know i have to.&lt;br /&gt;God. Am feeling so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more paper's to go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i flunked A maths.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112452264976423495?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112452264976423495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112452264976423495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112452264976423495' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112340938143162597</id><published>2005-08-07T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:09:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://mizmich.diaryland.com/"&gt;Li Lin's &lt;/a&gt;blog for more info.&lt;br /&gt;WOOH.&lt;br /&gt;Life in singapore now is not so bad i think.&lt;br /&gt;But not really used to the timing yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, school hours is sleeping time over there,&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how i try to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Chem and Eng. GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im not gonna type any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112340938143162597?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112340938143162597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112340938143162597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112340938143162597' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112306031311810802</id><published>2005-08-03T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:11:53.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so im backk.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Back when i was in Denmark,&lt;br /&gt;(sounds so long time ago.)&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were sooo free.&lt;br /&gt;We could go wherever we want.&lt;br /&gt;At whatever time we want.&lt;br /&gt;(on e last night, we went out to e central at 1 i think.)&lt;br /&gt;I knew i would have this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of missing e place.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 2 weeks is longg.&lt;br /&gt;But the happy thing is,&lt;br /&gt;Mindi, Jin Man, Misha, Li Lin and I,&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna meet up every week and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;I soo hope the meeting would always remind me of Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;The quiet street and the abandoned buildings.&lt;br /&gt;The eerie park at night and the high-rise roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;I so miss the fries at Shawarma, the shops!!&lt;br /&gt;(B.YOUNG ROCKS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things i miss!&lt;br /&gt;And e camp?!?&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sofie and her kindness,&lt;br /&gt;Julie and her blurdy long hair,&lt;br /&gt;Helene and her stoning,&lt;br /&gt;Emma and her punk-rock look,&lt;br /&gt;Line and her cacat laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Eva and her long body,&lt;br /&gt;but i miss SABIII THE MOST.&lt;br /&gt;No no, CLUMSY HANSSS.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Im going off to write letters.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112306031311810802?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112306031311810802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112306031311810802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112306031311810802' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112201306872175999</id><published>2005-07-21T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:17:48.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello hello - li lin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever. Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;IM IN DENMARK DAMMIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after sooo long of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Its already the second day here.&lt;br /&gt;And its freezing like craazy.&lt;br /&gt;They have this internet service for free at the &lt;br /&gt;'RECEPTION/CAFE' thang. Madness. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;My god, i miss my family olreadi.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, we went to this cool theme park called,&lt;br /&gt;Tivoli. UGH. SIMPLY E BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;The rides there are way cooler and 'thriller' than Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;Love it to bitsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky here is sooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;They're 8.30pm is like 5.30-6.30SGP.&lt;br /&gt;But i like it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but we get tired real fast during e afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;cos its in e middle of the night in Sgpore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olritey shall end this.&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE PARENTS AND SIBLINGS AND FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;MISS YAH LIKE CRAAZY.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112201306872175999?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112201306872175999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112201306872175999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112201306872175999' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112178534454703959</id><published>2005-07-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:02:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i'v said this so many times before,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, i just feel like telling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;straight to his face.&lt;br /&gt;Li lin have tried to advice me on that,&lt;br /&gt;But it just isnt easy. HIS SCARRRYY!.&lt;br /&gt;Really. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to find myself going up to him,&lt;br /&gt;to even say hello!&lt;br /&gt;I always need help.&lt;br /&gt;Its either that or im just shy.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, im trying real hard,&lt;br /&gt;to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not totally forget him, cos its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Just, let my feelings fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to make this like an emotional post,&lt;br /&gt;but really, i think i should "sacrifice". Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, the sad thing in life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is when you meet someone you care so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to find out that its never meant to be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you just have to let it go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv tried, Li Lin.&lt;br /&gt;I swear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112178534454703959?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112178534454703959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112178534454703959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178534454703959' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112156262389395118</id><published>2005-07-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:10:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawdddd. I hate Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;On Sundays, i'll be spending half my day in e mosque.&lt;br /&gt;No, no problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;its just that Sunday reminds me of SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;Cos i'll have to finish all my blurdy HW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;Mindi has packed and she's all ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;WOW! i havent even got all my freaking things.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now, all i have is:&lt;br /&gt;.:Lots of polo tee&lt;br /&gt;.:Plain tees and P.E. tee for day activities.&lt;br /&gt;.:Jeans, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;.:Slacks. (Bought 2 yesterday with daddy)&lt;br /&gt;.:Other-type-of-pants.&lt;br /&gt;.:That university-type of sweater.&lt;br /&gt;.:Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;.:Shorts (Mostly)&lt;br /&gt;.:Scarf.&lt;br /&gt;.:Converse Chuck taylor. ((:&lt;br /&gt;.:Towel.&lt;br /&gt;.:Folded fork,spoon,knive.&lt;br /&gt;.:Heat pads.&lt;br /&gt;.:Thermo sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;And some other personal-kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Mindi said i'll be sleeping in e same room as her,&lt;br /&gt;at e Cab Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, we're gonna sleep wit our group members.&lt;br /&gt;But Mindi's quite olrite.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, mommy's having some farewell thingy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also for good luck or smth liddat for my brother,&lt;br /&gt;Whose going NUS soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and for my younger cousin's birthday partay.&lt;br /&gt;Or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are really shaky with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Shall not mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i have to go shittt.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112156262389395118?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112156262389395118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112156262389395118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112156262389395118' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112096296545225855</id><published>2005-07-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:36:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why i logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days. JOY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112096296545225855?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112096296545225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112096296545225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112096296545225855' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112056794968316328</id><published>2005-07-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:52:29.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks baybehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till da trippp!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i dont know how im suppose to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Glad?&lt;br /&gt;Sad? Nervous?&lt;br /&gt;i think right now, it'll be EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Had another meeting today and 2 more left.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i need to like get LOADS of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And daddy's olreadi complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Cos its adding to his burden.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, plus my expenses over there,&lt;br /&gt;sissy's expenses.&lt;br /&gt;And worse, brother's university's money.&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 term, its olreadi 5,000.&lt;br /&gt;And in 1 year its 2 terms. Goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, i look and li lin and e rest, its like they're not really worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Now daddy's tryna find me a sponsorship. i think.&lt;br /&gt;Some sponsor thang.&lt;br /&gt;Really hope i'll get one.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, now, i have to like study extra hard for e 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;that im MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;We have like 2 nights of free and easy cos we'll arrive earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeee. SIGHT-SEEING mann!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;going on the 20th baybehhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue worrying for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112056794968316328?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112056794968316328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112056794968316328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056794968316328' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112022110293744037</id><published>2005-07-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:31:42.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, Go check out &lt;a href="http://alighted-star.blogspot.com/"&gt;sam's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;For more infos on da camp.&lt;br /&gt;It REALLY IS a BLAST!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, she spelt Absailing wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Its A-B-S-A-I-L-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-di-Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112022110293744037?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112022110293744037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112022110293744037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112022110293744037' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-112022055788558886</id><published>2005-07-01T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:22:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in HIGH spirits.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;It soooo rock like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, e songs, e trainers,&lt;br /&gt;Especially WEI NING!!&lt;br /&gt;She's like soo cute. AND FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;God, i wanna have that camp again.&lt;br /&gt;Its sooo lovable.&lt;br /&gt;Im always singing camp songs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, im officially a LONGAN-IANS. (:&lt;br /&gt;I sooo miss da camp and da trainers.&lt;br /&gt;But we really had so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and all.&lt;br /&gt;The last day was e worst.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt bare to leave the camp.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt even get to say a real goodbye to Wei Ning.&lt;br /&gt;But Sam and I tried to bring our spirits up.&lt;br /&gt;We kept singing camp songs and encourage people and all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on e first night, sam and I tried to like stay up.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we slept at around 3?&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stand it. Blurdy tired.&lt;br /&gt;I tried like soo many things.&lt;br /&gt;I love the rock climbing e best.&lt;br /&gt;Its challenging, but its just e best.&lt;br /&gt;Flying fox was e 2nd best.&lt;br /&gt;My heart almost came out when i fell off the "cliff".&lt;br /&gt;There's like so many things to say about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;That i TOTALLY enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i love this dance.&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Banja Billi Banja (Then u repeat it twice.)&lt;br /&gt;Naga Hey Naga Ho,&lt;br /&gt;Billi Banja.(You repeat this 2 lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i need sam to help me remember,&lt;br /&gt;ALL e camp songs.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We kept singing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people do the dance,&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you clap your hands. &lt;em&gt;(1,2, 123 clap hands) &lt;/em&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;Now that you got the beat,&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you stomp your feet. &lt;em&gt;(1,2,123 stomp feets) &lt;/em&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;Now that you got the groove,&lt;br /&gt;Let me see your body move.&lt;br /&gt;Aruga aaa, aruga aaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo much funnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i shall continue singing da camp songs.&lt;br /&gt;Till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-112022055788558886?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112022055788558886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/112022055788558886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112022055788558886' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111970376667386122</id><published>2005-06-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T05:49:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. I wanna be THIN!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be skinny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if im all bones.&lt;br /&gt;At least if im boney, i can still eat ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even mind to be suffering from Anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;But its like, i just cant stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;What i mean is, when i tell myself that i dont wanna eat,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, something influences me to!&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, im gonna go on a strict,&lt;br /&gt;VERY STRICT diet.&lt;br /&gt;When school reopens that is!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Am off to eaaatttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111970376667386122?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111970376667386122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111970376667386122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111970376667386122' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111953470976378604</id><published>2005-06-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:51:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i better hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Or my keyboard's gonna disfunction again.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, im not gonna bother anymore abt:&lt;br /&gt;1. Completing my a maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. Completing chem ten.year.series&lt;br /&gt;3. Completing Malay compre.&lt;br /&gt;4. Completing EL articles.&lt;br /&gt;5. Completing ANY other hw.&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhhh. Im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Really screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of guilt everytime i think of,&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;Cos wherever i go, i keep thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me almost obsessed by it.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"When am i gonna finish it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will i finish it on time?"&lt;br /&gt;Its so frustrating. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my "last days"(of e holiday of course),&lt;br /&gt;in P-E-A-C-E!!!&lt;br /&gt;God, help meeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im gonna hang myself now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111953470976378604?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111953470976378604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111953470976378604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953470976378604' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111949266464578032</id><published>2005-06-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:11:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;To torture!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, just mentioning e word makes me wanna PUKE!&lt;br /&gt;Its too disgusting. God.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i LOATHE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111949266464578032?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111949266464578032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111949266464578032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111949266464578032' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111862579841912084</id><published>2005-06-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:23:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olrite.&lt;br /&gt;Am now waiting for daddy to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i dont get ready late!&lt;br /&gt;Such a pleasure. Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i am like so blurdy hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt eat e whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;God, daddy's ready!&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;G2G. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111862579841912084?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111862579841912084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111862579841912084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111862579841912084' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111857282848661915</id><published>2005-06-12T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:40:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olrite. I have time for now.&lt;br /&gt;By e next 15 mins, the bell would ring.&lt;br /&gt;And that would continue for like at least 6 more trays.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Been busy baking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost a 100 orders.&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit more. Phew. Thats 2000 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am going for a 4-day trip ta M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;(Like, where else? But im happy tho!)&lt;br /&gt;Hah. There's a meeting on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And i have not read up much about both,&lt;br /&gt;Denmark and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I've gotten all e stuff that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;I just hafta do tha origamis on e way ta KL.&lt;br /&gt;Doing da last batch of cookies after trip.&lt;br /&gt;Its like so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Plus time-consuming!&lt;br /&gt;I havent got e time to complete my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind e other subjects,&lt;br /&gt;I cant even complete MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;Im still struggling wit E.Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, wait till A.Maths come.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to do it AFTER hols.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt i'd have time tho. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;God, how am i gonna cope later on?!?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i'd get to enjoy my trip.&lt;br /&gt;Will be too busy worrying bout homework!!!!! GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's probably trying to translate her words to chink.&lt;br /&gt;She's like in some rural part of China. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, i cant wait till hols are over.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i dont get to enjoy it that much.&lt;br /&gt;Havent really enjoyed it YET.&lt;br /&gt;Hope next week's trip is worth it. Im so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;In my head, all im thinking of is,&lt;br /&gt;How e hell am i gonna complete ALL of my homework?&lt;br /&gt;God. Especially Malay. So screwed!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im gonna stop bragging now.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt help anything.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna complete maths.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111857282848661915?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111857282848661915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111857282848661915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111857282848661915' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111832388763723353</id><published>2005-06-09T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T06:31:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. Why is it soo difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Blurdy hell.&lt;br /&gt;Its so difficult to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its already been 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. THIS is smth different.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Sam said, maybe i should just move on.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whats e use if that person just wont accept it?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Im finally getting over Leo.&lt;br /&gt;No more fantasizing abt him. Im thru him.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee. I feel lighter already.&lt;br /&gt;But ugh, why cant my mind just erase his face?&lt;br /&gt;His stupid-cheeky-cute-naughty-? face.&lt;br /&gt;God, its so irresistable. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, im sooo pissed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cant control my desire.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;Its soo addictive.&lt;br /&gt;IM IN LOVE WITH SOLITAIRE.&lt;br /&gt;And bcos of that, i totally sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;Im not finishing my hw.&lt;br /&gt;(JEANIE!! you friggin' finished your maths!!)&lt;br /&gt;Im slacking, alot.&lt;br /&gt;Im constantly daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Im baking lots of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not really a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Im doing it for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;God, this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;I hope by tonight, i'll transform and become a hardworking freeek.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont mind becoming a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Its a good investment.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Dear GOD, help me transform, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111832388763723353?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111832388763723353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111832388763723353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832388763723353' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111770630360005983</id><published>2005-06-02T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:58:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK BAYBEHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! Camp's overrrr.&lt;br /&gt;No more silly meetings in da morn.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is O-V-E-R!!&lt;br /&gt;What a relief. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Camp was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Tho its creepier this time.&lt;br /&gt;Different stories here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we had a Haunted thrill on e 1st night.&lt;br /&gt;and the Camp Committees, including me,&lt;br /&gt;had to "practice" the route and i was getting a lil timid.&lt;br /&gt;A huh. It was pretty scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;But after awhile, i got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Just irritated wit one of my committee,&lt;br /&gt;Who's such a scary scared, she gives excuses in doing e thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Or something like dat.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, i was like blurdy irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its over now.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get to enjoy the midnight movie tho.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste. I was looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Harumph!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT GET TO PLAY ANY GAMESS!&lt;br /&gt;Duh, im part of the conductors. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;You know, maybe e next time,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather people planning a camp for me.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you cant imagine e hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Gracie was my assistant quartermistress.&lt;br /&gt;She seems more stress than i am.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she pushes herself too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats cos i gave her loads of assistant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;IM EVILLL!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time, we coud go back earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goddd.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, heard so much superstitious last night.&lt;br /&gt;You know, i remember the time i almost saw a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure if its a ghost, but i saw a black shadow.&lt;br /&gt;In my kitchen. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Butttt, it turns out to be my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Right, so now my fund raising is becoming successful.&lt;br /&gt;Already have 26 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;All im afraid is that i wont be able to complete my hw in time.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to complete it, fasttt!&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i have to get started now then.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111770630360005983?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111770630360005983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111770630360005983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111770630360005983' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111723623738597825</id><published>2005-05-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:23:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, as named by Sam is,&lt;br /&gt;DOOMSDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Im not attending the talk tho.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had to be at the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;To ensure some stuff or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be there like around 9.00?!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;I cant face it. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a lil bit exaggerating. hah.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Madagascar. It totally rawks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny and all. I dont really like Alex tho.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure the Giraffe is David Schwimmer.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. And Gloria is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, wanted to watch Monster-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;But the timing was late and all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Im gonna get ready for Doomsday. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111723623738597825?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111723623738597825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111723623738597825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111723623738597825' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111688572542842836</id><published>2005-05-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:02:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olrite, its,&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;only 4 more days tah go.&lt;br /&gt;And im finally freeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but i really, just cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho my schedule is like packed wit WORK.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, went Sentosa, yet again, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This time, tho, went wit Lynn, Bises, WeeChuan, Wee Chuan's darrling,&lt;br /&gt;AND MEE!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my skin is like soooo gonna peeeeel.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, blurdy cant wait for denmark trip.&lt;br /&gt;They'll probably extend it to 1 FRIGGIN WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe how much school im gonna miss?!?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i kinda feel bad, but at e same time, its quite olrite.&lt;br /&gt;I just hafta work extra extra hard.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, 2 whole weeks. Thats like almost 1 and a half chapter&lt;br /&gt;Of A.maths!!&lt;br /&gt;I better bring my book along.&lt;br /&gt;LiLin and I were like,&lt;br /&gt;OH MI GODDDDD!! EXTENSION!!&lt;br /&gt;lol. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Its less than 60 days from now, dats 4 sure.&lt;br /&gt;Olrite, olrite, i'll stop counting.&lt;br /&gt;I better get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111688572542842836?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111688572542842836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111688572542842836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111688572542842836' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111664124978182024</id><published>2005-05-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:07:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Its a Saturday morning,&lt;br /&gt;I woke real early today.&lt;br /&gt;Da camp committee's coming over soon.&lt;br /&gt;For da Cha Cha Slide.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee. I think it was on Nickelodeon once.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. They having difficulties coming over tho.&lt;br /&gt;Boo. My house's preety easy to find, really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, they're calling.&lt;br /&gt;I better go and fetch them.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111664124978182024?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111664124978182024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111664124978182024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664124978182024' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111657252754062809</id><published>2005-05-19T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T00:02:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeee. Am at LiLin's hseee.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting her to groom herself and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished guide meeting at Bishan, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Today's meeting was pretty relax.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have like ANOTHER meeting at Guide House.&lt;br /&gt;Which, im looking forward too.&lt;br /&gt;Its at 4 and all dat so i have an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, at Lin's house,&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;But Lin's computer is like fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its so blurdy different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly because her mouse has both thingy to click.&lt;br /&gt;Her internet is like blurdy fast.&lt;br /&gt;Her msn is e latest version thingy,&lt;br /&gt;Thats cos SHE can download,&lt;br /&gt;and i?!? Blocked by e walls of BRUDER.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Lin should open a cyber cafe cum house.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Lin, i planned out ur future "job". Thank me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im really not in e mood to blog,&lt;br /&gt;Altho, i do have some interesting news.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, as in, BAD-interesting news.&lt;br /&gt;Its proven!&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho i havent seen him exactly wit his gf,&lt;br /&gt;Its just proven.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont see them together at all.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if his gf love him as MUCH as I DO.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should change my attitude, Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stop messaging him unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;2) Gosh, JUST SAY HI you asshole.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop acting like you like him.&lt;br /&gt;4) Dont stare too much at him.&lt;br /&gt;5) Whenever you know his there, just smile.&lt;br /&gt;(Dont pretend like you didnt see him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite, like i can really control myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am soo screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111657252754062809?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111657252754062809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111657252754062809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111657252754062809' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111639947931880128</id><published>2005-05-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:57:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. Here i am again,&lt;br /&gt;In da school's comp lab, dohh.&lt;br /&gt;Dis time, we're suppose tah find some kind of crossword puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;Which, surprisingly, I DID!&lt;br /&gt;A huh, i did 2 in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, FUCKING HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TESTS ARE OVER BAYBEH!!&lt;br /&gt;Got back some of ma results,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i flunked 2 subjects already. What a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next few days would be pure fun!&lt;br /&gt;NO STUDYING!! (hah, all e best to da bio and lit peeps)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, im left wit less than 60 days till da trip!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Im dreading June holidays now,&lt;br /&gt;Cos there'll definitely be loads and loads of HW.&lt;br /&gt;God, i just cant wait for camps and trips to Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;Which ma family goes EVER YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;No, make that EVERY HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Even those which are only 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am off to da hall.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111639947931880128?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111639947931880128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111639947931880128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111639947931880128' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111603992869692571</id><published>2005-05-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:07:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These last few days,&lt;br /&gt;Has been the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.There are a few reasons of course.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some at e top of ma head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He finally talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 papers have passed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Im left wit 3 more papers instead of four.&lt;br /&gt;4. Its the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;5. Holidays are coming.&lt;br /&gt;6. There's a meeting next friday.&lt;br /&gt;7. Days to Denmark trip gets lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;8. We sms-ed.&lt;br /&gt;9. Im almost done wit my maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;10. I dont need to study much for today and tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Aren't i glad?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till after my papers next week.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111603992869692571?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111603992869692571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111603992869692571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111603992869692571' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111579338462538850</id><published>2005-05-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:36:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;Am at school now.&lt;br /&gt;Its english class now and we're at da lab,&lt;br /&gt;searching on some kind of articles.&lt;br /&gt;While mrs raj goes on babbling and scolding,&lt;br /&gt;The rest OBVIOUSLY does other things.&lt;br /&gt;Like listening to music,&lt;br /&gt;And duh, BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;omg she's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111579338462538850?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111579338462538850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111579338462538850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111579338462538850' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111543152172155317</id><published>2005-05-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:05:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM OFF TO KUALA LUMPUR, baybehhh.&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's social studies paper.&lt;br /&gt;And im going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111543152172155317?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111543152172155317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111543152172155317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543152172155317' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111528653028871798</id><published>2005-05-05T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T02:48:50.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for my older sissy,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thanks a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;For helping me when i was in need.&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me maths,&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Even tho you sometimes get frustrated explaining it to me&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;For listening to all my crappy stories.&lt;br /&gt;For letting me hang out in yer room,&lt;br /&gt;((&lt;em&gt;On those boring and lonely days&lt;/em&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;For always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;For giving me all those lame advices,&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Some turned out good tho&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;For "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bringing me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;For showing me "&lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;" example,&lt;br /&gt;For providing me with e essential needs,&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;cooking&lt;/strong&gt; for me. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;For taking care of me when i was sick.&lt;br /&gt;For sticking by me when im in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;((&lt;em&gt;Like that time in MIRC. omg, i still remember&lt;/em&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me good things in life,&lt;br /&gt;For correcting my english,&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;especially e oral part&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;For being my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sis. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111528653028871798?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111528653028871798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111528653028871798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111528653028871798' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111500110762787171</id><published>2005-05-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:31:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its monday!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And im not in school. (its public holiday actually) BOO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later on am going swee hao's crib.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing da dance thang.&lt;br /&gt;Showing ms Zavier e dance tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Woooohoooo. Cant wait. Really love da dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's one for the money,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two for the show,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three to get ready,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now go, cat, go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;No, not really actually.&lt;br /&gt;Spent half of e day trying tah complete maths.&lt;br /&gt;[Im still left wit e last exercise! UGH.]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway did it till 5.30&lt;br /&gt;And then daddy said there's this launch at&lt;br /&gt;Botanical Gardens!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, how long havent i been there?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;So was totally excited and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said dat the launch was some Singapore Orchestra thing,&lt;br /&gt;Which was sponsored by his company.&lt;br /&gt;But, when we reached there, at 6.20, i think.&lt;br /&gt;It was playing da last song.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, they played an encore due to da overwhelming applause.&lt;br /&gt;Guess their not bad. On account that i only heard 1 and a half song.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Sis tried taking photographs like a professional.&lt;br /&gt;She does look a lil like it. But i thought she looked like a spy.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around da Lake thang for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Was about 7.15 when we went to a nearby mosque and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;It was like da second smallest mosque i've ever been to. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner after that!!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chicken Cutlet at Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly everyone ate like so much. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we kept exchanging food wit each other.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said that people were looking at us feeding each other and all.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. We kept buying more and more food. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Then later this morning, mommy and me thinks that we ate alot yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Probably cos we didnt read the &lt;em&gt;Do'a &lt;/em&gt;before eating,&lt;br /&gt;So the satan was eating wit us. (The Islamic belief)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am off to play badminton wit younger sissy.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111500110762787171?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111500110762787171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111500110762787171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500110762787171' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111487483340354758</id><published>2005-04-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T08:27:13.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes someone really happy?&lt;br /&gt;You know, those kind of happiness that you even start doing things right.&lt;br /&gt;Is it when you are being loved?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that someone is there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Security? Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes i feel that those things aren't important.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really. Sometimes, im even disgusted by it.&lt;br /&gt;But other times, i wish i felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i feel that someone would be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you have to learn to be independent?&lt;br /&gt;Stand on yer 2 lil feet?&lt;br /&gt;So why does it feel as if i need someone to turn to?&lt;br /&gt;When i have a mind of my own?&lt;br /&gt;People think love is sweet and kind and wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;And all the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;But is it really good?&lt;br /&gt;Does it really make you feel like you'll never have another problem ever?&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel as if you own the world?&lt;br /&gt;Or nothing will matter except u and yer love one?&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in life that people dont know.&lt;br /&gt;But why wont they want to find out?&lt;br /&gt;Do they just want to continue their life without knowing that,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, there are even more things in life that are far more important.&lt;br /&gt;Something else that would make em happy instead?&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldnt they care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurdy hell. Was a long day today.&lt;br /&gt;Went tah school at 7.45 for a essay-writing course.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty okay. Learnt a few things here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Was late by, what? A few seconds?&lt;br /&gt;And it cost me an essay on the workshop. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it ended at 12.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan to meet da committee for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Ate peach waffle at cafe cartel and continued the meeting up till 6.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a nearby "pasar malam" or night market,&lt;br /&gt;To look for pajamas for a party during the June holiday camp.&lt;br /&gt;Much more interesting activities this time.&lt;br /&gt;Things like midnight movie, haunted thrill, amazing race and all.&lt;br /&gt;Theme this yr is Girls night out, i think. Abit cliche, i think.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Am watching Species II. Eerie.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wit the aliens and all. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, am talking to bro's gf.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111487483340354758?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111487483340354758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111487483340354758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111487483340354758' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111460420366732211</id><published>2005-04-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T05:16:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's to SAM!!&lt;br /&gt;im updating BEE-atch. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;**Laughs like an possessed person**&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, Scarrryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Did that like loads of time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was real fun.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually TUESDAY was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back wit a coupla of 3i's tah dance.&lt;br /&gt;Using a oldie+retro typa song.&lt;br /&gt;Its Elvis's Blue seude shoes or smth like dat.&lt;br /&gt;Going on real well.&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to have a hella of fun,&lt;br /&gt;And be real craazy and retro and really mad.&lt;br /&gt;Had another practice today at Lin's house.&lt;br /&gt;Was better today tho,&lt;br /&gt;But skipped Girl Guides. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, blurdy Mrs Raj had to scold me during EL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But Calvin "snapped" off a mealworm's head!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.Ew.Yuck.Ew.Yuck.Ew.&lt;br /&gt;But now i know a worm's blood is black,&lt;br /&gt;And its blurdy watery. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the next practice tho.&lt;br /&gt;Me and li lin aced the sliding part.&lt;br /&gt;**BOO YAH**&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, we cant be in da idol thingy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Cos its spose' to be a vocal thingy.&lt;br /&gt;But we're doing a dance,so,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Zavier put us as an opening act,&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually fine by me,&lt;br /&gt;Cos obviously they cant have a whole group of&lt;br /&gt;Retro assholes to be the Peicai Idol right? hah. duh.&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are around da corner, GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;28 more days till June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Jeanie's handy-dandy calender+handbook.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Oh well, gotta rush my malay compo.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111460420366732211?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111460420366732211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111460420366732211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460420366732211' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111424415409968040</id><published>2005-04-23T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T01:15:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its SATURDAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tests are over, baaaabbyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Wooot. But i have 2 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;To catch up in class,&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for Common Tests, and after that,&lt;br /&gt;Its the holidays!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee. Enjoying e moment here.&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to California by Phantom Planet.&lt;br /&gt;Its blurdy addictive!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still have not bathed altho its 4.15pm&lt;br /&gt;I have nowhere to go anyway, so what e heck.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to design a tee-shirt,&lt;br /&gt;For some camp thing for sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to plan another camp for guides.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god one day is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Cos Pierce scouts are helping us.&lt;br /&gt;Woooohooooo. Not much work!!!&lt;br /&gt;(They were very, very prepared for e meeting)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, speaking of camp.&lt;br /&gt;The camp in Denmark seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;They have yet to send ANY letters to us,&lt;br /&gt;To brief us on e camp, which i cant wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably cos e camp's in the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Im so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to raise funds by baking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's helping me sell them. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;I just need to raise at least a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im gonna hang out wit my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Weeee. Its gonna be sooo "fun".&lt;br /&gt;Unless they have $$ involved.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111424415409968040?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111424415409968040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111424415409968040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424415409968040' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111399605467729321</id><published>2005-04-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T04:20:54.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back early today.&lt;br /&gt;Like, REALLY early. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Went home wit Sam, who blurdy gimme a punch.&lt;br /&gt;A HARD punch. 3 blurdy times,&lt;br /&gt;And now i have a friggin blue black.&lt;br /&gt;So different and "unique".&lt;br /&gt;Friggin hell, SAM!! you're sooo gonna get it tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Crap ALOT wit sam today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There was this emergency what shit exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. We were all spose' to go in a hurry whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And sam, milli, lynn, bises and i purposely walked so so slow.&lt;br /&gt;Only that bises and lynn had to be all so goody,&lt;br /&gt;And so they "pang-sey-ed" us. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;It made us skip our CME class&lt;br /&gt;And half of Mother-Tongue. hah.&lt;br /&gt;That was when the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to walk real slow so we could skip classes.&lt;br /&gt;More of like skip Geography test.&lt;br /&gt;Purposely walked a long way,&lt;br /&gt;But SOME nerds had to spoil e fun.&lt;br /&gt;But me, milli, sam and li lin wanted so so much to skip classes.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked an even longer way,&lt;br /&gt;And then we thought of reasons to skip classes.&lt;br /&gt;Like, PUSHING ME DOWN! hah.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a blurdy long time in da toilet and&lt;br /&gt;spent a long time just trying to find reasons to tell da tcher.&lt;br /&gt;But ended up not getting to answer!!&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Haha. Today was quite a day.&lt;br /&gt;Tried so so hard to skip classes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Have 2 more tests.&lt;br /&gt;Both on Friday. Blurdy Physics and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna watch Hope&amp;amp;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao babe-os.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111399605467729321?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111399605467729321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111399605467729321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399605467729321' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111374699948271260</id><published>2005-04-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T07:09:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A post before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, im sleeping early today.&lt;br /&gt;Have my 2.4km run tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Am watching the apprentice now.&lt;br /&gt;Quite bitchy and all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mom scolded me and sissy just now.&lt;br /&gt;Practically shouted at our ears.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a good smacking,&lt;br /&gt;Just cos i was sitting the nearest to her,&lt;br /&gt;And she was holding a hanger.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda hurt, but what the heck, i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped classes today. That caused it all.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it is my fault,&lt;br /&gt;But mommy didnt have to beat me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the time she was scolding us,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take in all her words, but i couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;Its like as if its too loud for me.&lt;br /&gt;Like her words didnt make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;After mommy scolded us, obviously i felt hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Cos she beat me up and so, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, me cry. In the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And then i prayed to Almighty God, Allah, to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;And since mommy said we were e most laziest kids she ever heard of,&lt;br /&gt;I did the laundry, which includes,&lt;br /&gt;Drying, Washing and Folding,&lt;br /&gt;And cleaned up e place a lil.&lt;br /&gt;(Im serious, when i get a house of my own,&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOOO gonna clean it everyday)&lt;br /&gt;And then i proceed to my malay hw.&lt;br /&gt;Which is still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Im still left wit Summary and Maths TYS!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, have SS test on Tuesday too.&lt;br /&gt;And Geog, and Physics. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i better get my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Long day tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111374699948271260?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111374699948271260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111374699948271260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374699948271260' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111372138184442826</id><published>2005-04-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:03:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, its 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;and i have not bathed.&lt;br /&gt;Its normal isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am not gonna put up my tagboard for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Doing a lil experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, skipped my religious class today.&lt;br /&gt;Reason? er, i have a blurdy test tmrw?&lt;br /&gt;Its malay test actually. And its spelling.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf? I dont have to study. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just downloaded ARES lite.&lt;br /&gt;But blurdy hell, its not working.&lt;br /&gt;How come my brother's account can use it?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck him. He always gets everything in his way.&lt;br /&gt;Like our disney channel? He locks it! Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;Its like he owns it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;And he made sure our account cant dwl any music,&lt;br /&gt;So he can uses his on advantage.&lt;br /&gt;His so so so so fucking selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone, ANYONE,&lt;br /&gt;Knows a way to dwl music, FREE music,&lt;br /&gt;Do e mail me yeah? Im blurdy desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Do it ere' : &lt;a href="mailto:ira_slayer@hotmail.com"&gt;ira_slayer@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In e meantime, im gonna try to hack my bro's acct.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111372138184442826?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111372138184442826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111372138184442826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111372138184442826' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111331281614831915</id><published>2005-04-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:33:36.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olritey.&lt;br /&gt;Changed my skin, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Really, i have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;For e 1st time, I waved at him!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo! I so totally rock.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, im such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;I ate 1 friggin chocolate today.&lt;br /&gt;Im suppose to be banned frm eating those.&lt;br /&gt;Im so not doing well right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well 1stly, iv been getting into loads of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;My grades are falling,&lt;br /&gt;(no not really, cos iv not been taking any tests yet.)&lt;br /&gt;Im not friggin losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;I keep wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;And my house is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;BOO. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, school was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;Was Gracie's b'dae today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy B'dae yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, she's now my ass. Quarter Mistress!&lt;br /&gt;Ha-di-ha. I shall bully her.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back today too. Did a lil of homework.&lt;br /&gt;I friggin finished my malay hw. A miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Amirah at e interchange today.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;We can really catch things up, if only we had e time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im left wit 54 more SCHOOL days,&lt;br /&gt;before my Denmark trip.&lt;br /&gt;I hope with all this counting,&lt;br /&gt;I would still be able to go in e end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that whatever i keep wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean wish for, hard,&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;It always leave me in depression.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week and next week is gonna be a real work.&lt;br /&gt;Tests are filling in my weeks and all.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that i have to start studying,&lt;br /&gt;And listening in class.&lt;br /&gt;Now, THAT's hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Am watchin' Ms Congeniality 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;Blurdy hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;But i so prefer the 1st one.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my workouts now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111331281614831915?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111331281614831915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111331281614831915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331281614831915' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111301397177265760</id><published>2005-04-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:32:51.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i skipped school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN. weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;2 days in 1 month. I'll have a gd attendance record.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Did nothing at home actually.&lt;br /&gt;Except mommy making me fold clothes and iron.&lt;br /&gt;But im earning money for that so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movie after movie after movie.&lt;br /&gt;Then met Lynn at 4.30 at interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kovan to get a cap.&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt really nice but time wasnt promising,&lt;br /&gt;So i had to get it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was only 9.90!!! The cheapest i could find. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. am watching video clips.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111301397177265760?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111301397177265760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111301397177265760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111301397177265760' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111270373675381180</id><published>2005-04-05T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:22:16.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously tot everything would be okay,&lt;br /&gt;But boy, dont i always find ways to screw it up!&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i just be brave enuff to say hi to him?&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I HATE MYSELF!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know what? SCREW IT!&lt;br /&gt;screw all this. screw HIM!&lt;br /&gt;Im going Denmark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoooo. Tho they brought back e date.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of 23rd of july, its 29th instead.&lt;br /&gt;BOO! That means we have to wait LONGER!!&lt;br /&gt;That sucks. Hmmm. But hey, i get to skip school!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. tried to understand maths lesson just now.&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna flunk my common test this month.&lt;br /&gt;Altho, im glad God helped me concentrate during Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Am glad. for e 1st time, i listened to Mdm Tan.&lt;br /&gt;And not just listen, but understand her words!!&lt;br /&gt;Woooohooo!! I ROCK! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, i g2g. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111270373675381180?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111270373675381180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111270373675381180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111270373675381180' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111242919385728906</id><published>2005-04-02T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:06:33.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so so STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;I had it all along!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was almost there.&lt;br /&gt;We were fine. And then came april's fool.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I shoulda known.&lt;br /&gt;Now he'll think im such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im not gonna start freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go get a new skin,&lt;br /&gt;Cos this one's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Da words aren't right and all.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111242919385728906?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111242919385728906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111242919385728906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242919385728906' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111181049804110122</id><published>2005-03-25T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:14:58.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, finally!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Activated my GPRS!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooooo. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have some seminar today.&lt;br /&gt;IF the tickets aren't sold out!&lt;br /&gt;Or me and sissy are going out instead.&lt;br /&gt;Its blurdy 3 hrs for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;Hope its worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, iv been reading loads of books.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean, LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, until yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I've read at least 5 books, in er, 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee!! imma BOOKWORM!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, have nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111181049804110122?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111181049804110122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111181049804110122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181049804110122' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111145942483979942</id><published>2005-03-21T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:43:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spose' to be at school.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;I havent finished ma maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;Boo. So i decided to skip school to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Im such a cow. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, yesterday was the 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;And it blurdy well sucked.&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH period sucked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, dont get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I ADORE the english language, but,&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is just such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to critisice her or anything,&lt;br /&gt;Not that i could tell,&lt;br /&gt;But its just that her lessons are plain BORING!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she doesnt know how to conduct her lessons well.&lt;br /&gt;Even Mr Seow knows how to do his job better,&lt;br /&gt;And i dont even like him.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the day continued to be even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back real late.&lt;br /&gt;To complete Maths of course. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yeo helped alot tho. Thanks yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Waited for lynn at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, u caught me.&lt;br /&gt;Also him. No, no. I didnt exactly wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;Its just so that he was having training, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;It was boring tho. On e way home, i meant.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn was constantly with Bises, And Sharon wit Rosan.&lt;br /&gt;And that bloody Wee chuan, has to disturb them.&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, feeling like the 5th person.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, cos there was Wee Chuan.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HE walked too fast and i seriously wanted to catch up,&lt;br /&gt;But the lovebirds had to walk slowly,&lt;br /&gt;So i was influenced.&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt want to show any signs,&lt;br /&gt;So i followed their pace. Which i hated.&lt;br /&gt;Im just used to walking real fast.&lt;br /&gt;And now i know where i got it from. MOM!&lt;br /&gt;Well, all i know is, His haircut is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Look, im even using BIG words!! See how nice it is?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks really really.... NEAT!&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, just finished reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopaholic Ties Knot, Sophie Kinsella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not that im "advertising" her book or anything.)&lt;br /&gt;Im just too caught up wit the characters of the book.&lt;br /&gt;They sound so different from Asian couples.&lt;br /&gt;What i mean is, Asian couples, they just focus on Romance.&lt;br /&gt;But these British couples, they argue!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they have their own sense of humor,&lt;br /&gt;And the other partner actually understands it and goes along wit it.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Asian couples, they dont geddit and just shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, MOST of the Asian couples i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its just different.&lt;br /&gt;I love to argue wit my partner one day.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want him to treat me so good i'll start feeling irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Its, well, DISGUSTING!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i better start on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Due date's tmrw. Gotta rush!&lt;br /&gt;Orr, i could always skip school again.&lt;br /&gt;Could i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111145942483979942?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111145942483979942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111145942483979942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111145942483979942' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111110268211147083</id><published>2005-03-17T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:38:02.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodnessssss!!&lt;br /&gt;Im one of the early birdies that got ready!!&lt;br /&gt;My older sister is the 1st, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Second has got to be my younger sister,&lt;br /&gt;Then its my mom, and then its &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME, ME ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha. My daddy's last.&lt;br /&gt;So which means to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DIDNT LOSEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, waiting for &lt;strong&gt;DADDY&lt;/strong&gt; to get ready,&lt;br /&gt;And then we're off to &lt;em&gt;KL&lt;/em&gt; for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;FRIGGIN' DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days!!! What the heck?!?&lt;br /&gt;Just cos &lt;strong&gt;DADDY&lt;/strong&gt; couldnt get off for more days.&lt;br /&gt;BOO. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, gotta be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;At least i get to get away from homework and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, school's in &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; days time!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, help me! Im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUFFOCATING!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least im going &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeee. Loads of things tah buy.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like iv been missing out on him.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about him for like at least a week.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;Which means im &lt;em&gt;ALMOST&lt;/em&gt; over him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeyy!! Okay, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;DONT WANNA&lt;/em&gt; get over him!!&lt;br /&gt;BoooHoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, think &lt;strong&gt;DADDY's&lt;/strong&gt; ready now.&lt;br /&gt;Im off fer now.&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111110268211147083?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111110268211147083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111110268211147083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111110268211147083' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111087973207821185</id><published>2005-03-15T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:42:12.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111087973207821185?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111087973207821185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111087973207821185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111087973207821185' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111085321272488434</id><published>2005-03-14T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:20:12.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, thanks to WEE CHUAN,&lt;br /&gt;my hair is full of sand.&lt;br /&gt;He friggin' buried me in them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, was much fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Im all red now. But i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so warm and blurdy hot.&lt;br /&gt;My parent's hate me now cos i came back late.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. They cant stay mad at me all e time.&lt;br /&gt;Im their daughter for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;They'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, bout yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Met up wit lynn at 9 at her place. Changed and everything&lt;br /&gt;My shoes are still there, and her sis's slipper are here lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, met up wit Sharon, Bises, Rosan and Wee chuan&lt;br /&gt;At tha interchange at 10. Spose tah meet Sam, but we came earlier,&lt;br /&gt;And plus they wanted to eat, so Sam, sorry bout that yeah?&lt;br /&gt;So on da way, me and Wee chuan were the lonely assholes,&lt;br /&gt;Cos lynn was wit Bises and Sharon was wit Rosan,&lt;br /&gt;But Wee chuan's okay i guess. His funny, well not really.&lt;br /&gt;He was upset wit things i shouldnt brag about in ere.&lt;br /&gt;But after that he was okay.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Sentosa, went straight into da water.&lt;br /&gt;Was really cold despite the warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;Wee Chuan kept disturbing the love birds,&lt;br /&gt;So i was sort off left alone at first.&lt;br /&gt;If only HE was there. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to this big floaty thing in e middle of da sea.&lt;br /&gt;Only Lynn, Bises, Wee chuan and i went there,&lt;br /&gt;Cos Sharon and Rosan wanted to hanky-panky.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nah. They couldnt swim.&lt;br /&gt;Spent like a full 3 hrs in da water.&lt;br /&gt;After that the guys went biking and we girls tanned.&lt;br /&gt;And played vball of course.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was abt 2 when Jeanie and all of em arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Didnt do much at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Just swam and tanned and played vball thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Im like so damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;When i came home yesterday, slept thru da night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, getting smth to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111085321272488434?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111085321272488434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111085321272488434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111085321272488434' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111070553451555236</id><published>2005-03-13T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:18:54.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, there was a sudden improvement.&lt;br /&gt;HE MESSAGED ME!! i mean, messaged me BACK.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, that sounds sooo insultive.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby. i didnt mean that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooos, sometimes i feel he messages me back,&lt;br /&gt;Cos his just bored. Or worse,&lt;br /&gt;HE PITY MEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, NO NO NO NO NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;That's the worse thing that should happen!&lt;br /&gt;Olrite, anyway, holidays are here baby!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time to enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;You know, i feel like these past few weeks,&lt;br /&gt;Iv been working TOO hard. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Especially wit the new class and all.&lt;br /&gt;And time passes sooo quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously miss my previous class, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;We were so united lol.&lt;br /&gt;More like united in getting TROUBLE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, 2f's famous fer that, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;So is 3i now. Gee, teacher's been like,&lt;br /&gt;"Your class is suppose to be one of the best class,&lt;br /&gt;and many teachers expect good behaviour from yr class"&lt;br /&gt;Good behaviour my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, going to da beach tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Not confirmed. But lynn and sharon are going wit their boys.&lt;br /&gt;And i? Again left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the other day. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gonna ask HIM to come.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i wish he can make it!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, please let him make it!&lt;br /&gt;But i hope he wont chicken out cos of me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll be such a loser cos he wants to avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, if he does that, it obviously means,&lt;br /&gt;HIS NOT A GREAT GUY AFTERALL.&lt;br /&gt;Altho, i wanna be in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its all FANTASIES.&lt;br /&gt;GO DREAM DAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;no no, i should not.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams may not come true,&lt;br /&gt;But i can sure work on them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to work tha magic then.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, wish me lucky luck yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111070553451555236?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111070553451555236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111070553451555236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111070553451555236' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111054015904184500</id><published>2005-03-11T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T03:22:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats the use if we're together,&lt;br /&gt;But we dont say anything?&lt;br /&gt;It's like we're strangers all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Which means more work has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;His starting to message me back, what an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like im forcing him to reply, but no.&lt;br /&gt;This time, &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;stopped messaging him first.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i ended it first. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;Im trying so hard to avoid him. But gosh, it has to be so tough.&lt;br /&gt;It really is. His just so, so,&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe him.&lt;br /&gt;He might seem like a bad person, actually he doesnt,&lt;br /&gt;But people says he does, i think, whatever,&lt;br /&gt;To me his not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even so, i see this part of him dat wants to be good.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he wants to be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see him alone, he's face gets all innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Its like his a good and decent person.&lt;br /&gt;But when his wit his friends, its like that face changes.&lt;br /&gt;He'll have this tricky look in him.&lt;br /&gt;THAT i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, thats him. I certainly dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. But i guess i'll never get to change that person inside.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it suddenly seems all so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Its like its the month of love or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's in couple and all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i just realised that. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i seriously cant resist it.&lt;br /&gt;But why doesnt he speak.&lt;br /&gt;When his innocent, i wish he would speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;Im like a friggin wall to him. Its like im not there.&lt;br /&gt;We dont communicate no more.&lt;br /&gt;We're strangers all over again. Its weird.&lt;br /&gt;When will things develop?&lt;br /&gt;When will the sparks come?&lt;br /&gt;Guess it'll never will.&lt;br /&gt;Im such an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111054015904184500?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111054015904184500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111054015904184500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111054015904184500' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-111037214505272815</id><published>2005-03-09T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T04:45:36.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i know iv mentioned this before.&lt;br /&gt;But i just cant resist it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to mention this. His just soooo cuteeee today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, minus his stupid boring face.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i just wish he would read this and understand me.&lt;br /&gt;But i so know that he'll ignore and avoid me,&lt;br /&gt;Once he knows i like him. I bet so.&lt;br /&gt;I can see it from his face. His hating ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE FARKING HATES ME!! ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, take this scenario.&lt;br /&gt;A guy, whom u were close with last time,&lt;br /&gt;You joked wit him, He joked wit u.&lt;br /&gt;You never run out of things to say, ur always laughing wit him.&lt;br /&gt;Basically just having fun wit him always.&lt;br /&gt;But there comes a period when he suspects his frens are putting&lt;br /&gt;You and Him together and he doesnt like it,&lt;br /&gt;But u dont mind, BUT, u dont want it too,&lt;br /&gt;Cos you KNOW that he wont like it and u dont want him&lt;br /&gt;to not like it cos u like him, duh,&lt;br /&gt;But ur friends keep forcing him and stuff like dat,&lt;br /&gt;And he gets so so irritated by it, that he ignores YOU instead.&lt;br /&gt;But u just miss him and u wish he would miss u too.&lt;br /&gt;And, u tried messaging him, but he doesnt message u back,&lt;br /&gt;And he gives stupid excuses like his in no mood,&lt;br /&gt;But replies other people instead.&lt;br /&gt;Which gives u the biggest hint, his AVOIDING YOU!&lt;br /&gt;What do u do? Still talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;Avoid him too? Or what?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should just stop liking him and give up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe god is trying to tell me dat his not the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his telling me that, "GO GET A LIFE! HE HATES YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;What if he finds me annoying and wants me to leave him alone?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should then.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from now on, i'll leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;I wont say hi, wont talk to him, try not to see him.&lt;br /&gt;But oh, i cant resist it. His just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously he is. If only i could tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe i shouldnt expect too much. Maybe i should learn to relax.&lt;br /&gt;And not expect things to always get in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he still likes his ex-girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;So i stand no chance.&lt;br /&gt;So why am i not giving up?&lt;br /&gt;Argh. JUST FORGET HIM LAH DAMMIT!! Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-111037214505272815?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111037214505272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/111037214505272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111037214505272815' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110998387629476761</id><published>2005-03-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:51:16.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first official thing dat happened,&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT GONNA SWEAR ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;im serious. Unless its outta my mouth accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;But if not, NO, im not gonna swear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, here's e second official thing,&lt;br /&gt;He hates me.&lt;br /&gt;A huh. Its official. H-A-T-E-!-!-!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he did not say it straight to my face,&lt;br /&gt;But its a bit obvious. I mean, the way he&lt;br /&gt;You know what, forget it. I promised before.&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna speak of HIM in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Unless something &lt;em&gt;magical&lt;/em&gt; happens.&lt;br /&gt;Which will NEVER happen, so no more mentioning him.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's my interview at the HQ.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, im nervous, yet not so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Havent done much research. I mean reading.&lt;br /&gt;Iv done all e research and all, its just dat im lazy to read.&lt;br /&gt;So me lilin, jin man and misha are gonna like meet up and discuss.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. altho, i dont know what people "study" for interviews.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i dont freak out if i cant answer the qn.&lt;br /&gt;How shall i go? "Erm, i dont think i know the exact answer 2 yr Qn,&lt;br /&gt;But im gonna try?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out definitely. But not EVERYONE is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that all the things iv rehearsed in my head wont blank out.&lt;br /&gt;I keep imagining what would happen next before even doing it.&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. Imagining and not exactly DOING it,&lt;br /&gt;May be sad. Cos what if i dont get in?!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be soooo soooo depressed im not gonna go to school for a week!&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, i wanna met my "friend"/s.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, i keep thinking how my life would be,&lt;br /&gt;If i get to go Denmark. It'll be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;My life would be ALMOST perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Altho im happy wit my life right now. I dont know how lucky i am.&lt;br /&gt;Comparing wit my life wit real people out there.&lt;br /&gt;Who has bigger problems than me.&lt;br /&gt;Problems concerning real life. Unlike mine. Its nothing 2 em.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there'd be some way i could help em.&lt;br /&gt;Not just any ordinary help. Something that could change their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;But. Maybe when im older i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe from now on, i shall start changing my life.&lt;br /&gt;Stop spending so much money. Stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Stop fantasizing. Stop getting angry too often.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being angry wit my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop all those bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,, im never ever gonna stop punching Sam and ma mates.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Especially sam. **Watch out girlfriend**&lt;br /&gt;She caused me a collection of bruises.&lt;br /&gt;On my left arm and a lil on my right.&lt;br /&gt;Its hideous i tell you. Im so lucky i dont wear sleevless shirt out.&lt;br /&gt;Or people might think i have cancer or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for me to go to Denmark and not fantasizing,&lt;br /&gt;I shall start reading da notes.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for da interview!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110998387629476761?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110998387629476761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110998387629476761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110998387629476761' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110932806140885034</id><published>2005-02-25T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:41:51.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring. Wait, it IS boring.&lt;br /&gt;Went Seoul Garden wit lynn and sharon b4 dat.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and i bet on who can eat more.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she like ate 4 bowls of rice, and she went like,&lt;br /&gt;"Im like only 50% full?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;So we went like, "Okay, lets see who eats more."&lt;br /&gt;Sharon help us take like a plate-ful of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;And after we cooked it, both of us ate like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, LYNN ate like a pig. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, she lose anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think he hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure where i stand now.&lt;br /&gt;I have like a negative chance wit him.&lt;br /&gt;Its not dat i wanna be wit him.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell him!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he told me clearly that he still liked his ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll just try to fantasize on my plans.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my fucking leg hurts like fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Sam and her fuka-lala. hahah. Jokes babe!&lt;br /&gt;She fucking punched me at my thighs and arm.&lt;br /&gt;Like at the same spot+many times.&lt;br /&gt;But at least all dat punching, made Nutan's punch-mark disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Am sure gonna miss it. Been wit me for at least 2 wks. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;He FUCKING HATES meeee!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he thinks im just another fucked-up girl,&lt;br /&gt;Trying tah annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Most probably am gonna go gym wit Sam tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Really hope she can delay her piano lessons!!&lt;br /&gt;More punches!! Haha. Watch out sam!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, gonna call lynn.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110932806140885034?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110932806140885034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110932806140885034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110932806140885034' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110898341009340605</id><published>2005-02-21T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T02:59:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, im gonna start wit tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw's da fucking thinking dayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wella, im da flag raiser and i dont know how tah raise da flag.&lt;br /&gt;Gordon taught me a lil.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, what if it drops suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like the joke of e year, plus i bet i'll be banned from da pole!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, tried waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess his training HAS TO END LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH!! But anyways, it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;Fate's just not there i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Im depressed. depressed, DEPRESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I fucking suck at chemistry!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, firstly, i wanna apologize to my Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doode, im always staying back i know.&lt;br /&gt;Spare me this time please. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i need to make a deathwish list soon.&lt;br /&gt;Things i really need to do before i die. MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do before i die:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TELL HIMMM!!!!! (this is to be done by my Lynn cos she knows)&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to one of these places.&lt;br /&gt;[i]Canada&lt;br /&gt;[ii]Denmark&lt;br /&gt;[iii]New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;[iv]Germany&lt;br /&gt;[v]Africa&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my o level certificates.&lt;br /&gt;4. At least work once, so i can pay my parents my bills.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do something for the poor or disabled. Something GREAT. like volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;6. Repent from all my sins.&lt;br /&gt;7. Be prepared to answer to god.&lt;br /&gt;8. Make my parent's happy. I meant, REALLY happy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Open an Islamic Hospital in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be one of the top students in school, even tho it'll be so low among other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. My 10 deathwish list.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i feel 10 is common,&lt;br /&gt;So here's another.&lt;br /&gt;11. Get my car license when i turn 18 + a BMW car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. I like BMW.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i like many others, But i want a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;No, No, i want a LEXUS!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i can change my fantasies to real.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work on dat noww!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110898341009340605?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110898341009340605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110898341009340605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110898341009340605' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110865256793536637</id><published>2005-02-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:02:47.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished helping Nutan search his wooden boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, am soooo sleepyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted loads of time at the interchange just now,&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Nutan started teasing me abt smth and all.&lt;br /&gt;And there's this drink called KICKAPOO,&lt;br /&gt;And i kept pronouncing it as KICKAPOO.&lt;br /&gt;(See, doesnt the spelling and pronouncation match well?)&lt;br /&gt;But Nutan and Bises said it was suppose 2 be pronounced as,&lt;br /&gt;KICKAPO.&lt;br /&gt;And we kept fighting abt that.&lt;br /&gt;But decided to ask the Auntie who sells it,&lt;br /&gt;Who didnt understand what we were asking her cos&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt understand english,&lt;br /&gt;So Nutan and I had to speak to her like a retardo.&lt;br /&gt;But she pronounced it as KICKAPO tho. Harumph.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, am gonna take ma rest now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110865256793536637?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110865256793536637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110865256793536637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865256793536637' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110856483799188863</id><published>2005-02-16T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T06:40:37.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING GONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking computer.&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna type much in ere'.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a waste anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna summarise what i typed just now.&lt;br /&gt;1. Common test are coming and im not prepared for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;(even tho there's a chemster sitting right behind me.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Im the flag raiser for guides thinking day. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;im not in da stinking contigent. But wait, dat means i cant ponteng school!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;3. Im chickening out on telling him slightly abt how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;(I guess some feelings are meant to be kept by onself)&lt;br /&gt;4. I cant fucking sleep so dats why im posting now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im gonna straighten up my life now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110856483799188863?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110856483799188863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110856483799188863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110856483799188863' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110818646618638620</id><published>2005-02-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:34:26.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its sooo surprising,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it feels like the comp's real fast today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cos iv changed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to pray 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 4, but im trying.&lt;br /&gt;Iv just realise how important it is to pray to god.&lt;br /&gt;Like, everyone around me can be clever and brilliant and everything,&lt;br /&gt;And so can i, but i have extra help, dat is the Almighty god.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i feel so religious.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, iv been thinking,&lt;br /&gt;To succeed in life, one must not just work hard,&lt;br /&gt;But realise what lies beneath them.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, sometimes, people think they cant do it,&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, if they really put their heart and mind into it,&lt;br /&gt;They can really succeed and find out their true talent.&lt;br /&gt;If everyone else, who was born the same as i am,&lt;br /&gt;Can succeed and get what they want,&lt;br /&gt;Then why cant i?&lt;br /&gt;I think its really about time for me to start making decisions&lt;br /&gt;Like what am i gonna do after this and all.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i thought about it before.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made me do it and i know exactly what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Its just about taking the next step.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nuff' bout these talks.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run. Going tah town wit sissy.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110818646618638620?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110818646618638620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110818646618638620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818646618638620' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110812257715132492</id><published>2005-02-11T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:49:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is her pretty sister.&lt;br /&gt;im in her acct because i have to put the tagboard for her.&lt;br /&gt;and why do i have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;because she doesn't know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;loser.&lt;br /&gt;bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110812257715132492?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110812257715132492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110812257715132492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110812257715132492' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110810416424740261</id><published>2005-02-10T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:42:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so motivated.&lt;br /&gt;By my mom of course.&lt;br /&gt;One day, when my name's up, im so putting my mom's name up too.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Ameerah, Daughter of Zuraida Mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;Course i didnt forget my daddy's name.&lt;br /&gt;Its actually in my name, so its okay. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, mommy motivated me today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos i came home early and all.&lt;br /&gt;And my maths teacher called, dats why.&lt;br /&gt;We were like making fun of her and all.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy started saying "I thanked her and said ' I really appreciated ur help' "&lt;br /&gt;And i went like, "So what did she say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, she just laughed."&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed. I went like," Omg really? Was it like this?"&lt;br /&gt;Then i started laughing like her.&lt;br /&gt;Its actually not bad to hang out wit ma mom.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when she's in da mood, she'll crap around wit u.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE MY MOMMY ALOTTTTTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay lol. I know i should have love her always, but i just love her&lt;br /&gt;MORE now. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;The curtains in da living room is really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Am so bringing it down now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110810416424740261?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110810416424740261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110810416424740261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110810416424740261' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110749761381393900</id><published>2005-02-03T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:14:34.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tagboard's not up, cos my account fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;Im failing my class tests, [except physics, YEY!]&lt;br /&gt;I cant download music on ma comp,&lt;br /&gt;And my so-called love-life is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, tell me, WHO DOESNT CARE ABT THEIR LOVE LIFE?!?&lt;br /&gt;i know I do!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's always a better side in life.&lt;br /&gt;Like, HE SAID HI TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;I have my friends to count on,&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY PHYSICS TEST!&lt;br /&gt;and at least i know MY family loves me.&lt;br /&gt;What? THAT is my love life ain' it?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyways, life's been hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not really, im just too lazy to log on.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school, i either watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Or do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have thee time. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;So today i came home early, cos my sista didnt&lt;br /&gt;Fucking picked up her phone to confirm e place we're meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Spose' to go Far East wit her to window shop.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it doesnt matter to her,&lt;br /&gt;cos her school's like fucking near Far East.&lt;br /&gt;Plus she's been there too many times PER week!!&lt;br /&gt;Going there on Saturday anyway. Wit Li Lin. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;Ear-ring shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to buy bikini wit lynn. Planning to get 1 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, suppose to go tanning wit her today!!&lt;br /&gt;But fuck, she HAS to have training and her bloody PMS.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im gonna slack at home thee whole dayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;Am off to eat lunch. Oooh oooh, DADDY'S HOMEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110749761381393900?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110749761381393900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110749761381393900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749761381393900' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110664535113305038</id><published>2005-01-25T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:29:11.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yey. Changed ma skin.&lt;br /&gt;Got this from da blogskin thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Caught ma eye. The pictures i meant.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, im like totally hooked to greenday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhhh!! Love it like fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, school's same.&lt;br /&gt;Had to unpick my school skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Which i realise, was preety short, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, doesnt affect me in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Its just fucking school, god.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yey, this friday, i think, am gonna skate wit SHAUN!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Am suppose to go to de airport wit him today.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Oh wella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM GONNA QUIT GUITAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, lol. But Ms Loh was like "clinging" onto us.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gonna quit!! Ditch her pathetic club before speech day.&lt;br /&gt;Altho, im very sure i'll regret it somehow. I always do anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i decide nowadays, goes e opposite way in e end.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i predict something good would happen.&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn out bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe god is tryin tah tell me smth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh grrreattt, i forgot bout ma fucking tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why i fucking bother.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos im living life like shitnitz dat i have to share it to da world.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wella, am putting ma tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo gonna fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110664535113305038?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110664535113305038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110664535113305038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110664535113305038' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110654160989245758</id><published>2005-01-23T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:40:09.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll take back my word on ma last post.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL post for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;Ditched school and decided to hang at home.&lt;br /&gt;Was having doubts abt it and all,&lt;br /&gt;But oh hell, im having a time of my life here.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of changing blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;Am sick of this one.&lt;br /&gt;Since i have e fucking WHOLE day, I think imma start now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, im beginning to fucking swear.&lt;br /&gt;Must be those unrated porn show i watched wit sissy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i AM being influenced!!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hellll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110654160989245758?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110654160989245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110654160989245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110654160989245758' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110647554125307377</id><published>2005-01-23T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:19:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think im influenced.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i am.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, i think im gonna stop thinking abt guys.&lt;br /&gt;Not that im obsessed wit them or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna concentrate on improving my self-image.&lt;br /&gt;Internal as well as external.&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna concentrate on getting out of Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;And planning on what to do once im outta ere'.&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thang im looking forward next week,&lt;br /&gt;Is am gonna start skating wit Shaun!!&lt;br /&gt;His gonna show me his tricks and all dat.&lt;br /&gt;Gee cant wait. Anyhoos, dont think im gonna update for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Am sick of the internet-world.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Fucking sheeitttt.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110647554125307377?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110647554125307377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110647554125307377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110647554125307377' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110544494630129798</id><published>2005-01-11T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T04:02:26.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gawwwwddd, been like a friggin long timeee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, school's IN now, so im like dammit busy.&lt;br /&gt;School's been like a fuckwittage nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are fine, blah blah. More of like people.&lt;br /&gt;Im like fucking pissed off right now.&lt;br /&gt;And im NOT SUPPOSE to be?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Like, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"FRIENDS ARE FUCKING CLOSE TO HEART NOT BY FUCKING DISTANCE!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrite, am gonna calm down now.&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraidd. I have a very loving family.&lt;br /&gt;Caring best friends, and a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;I should live it to da fullest. This may all be happening..&lt;br /&gt;But god, Oh god, things happen for a reason!!&lt;br /&gt;Am not trying to be like a mean bitch, but its me.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, im a HUMAN?!?!?!? I have feelingsss.&lt;br /&gt;I dont make the perfect decisions, and neither do u.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If swearing solves everything, then here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock, tick-tock&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock, tick-tock&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting for&lt;br /&gt;So when you see me on your blog with two glocks&lt;br /&gt;Screamin Fuck the World&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Talkin that shit behind my back,&lt;br /&gt; dirty mackintellin your gurls that I'm on crack&lt;br /&gt;I just don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah, it sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, nah, im just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to have enemies and fight.&lt;br /&gt;God, i think its like fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;LOSERS fight.&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna stop ere', for now.&lt;br /&gt;Just FUCK off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110544494630129798?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110544494630129798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110544494630129798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110544494630129798' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110387197849259563</id><published>2004-12-23T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T05:09:00.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olrite. 2 days till HOLIDAY TIMEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really 2 days. 1 and a half more days.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tmrw's Christmas Dayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, Jas, for the prezzie. Its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, true reason for a post.&lt;br /&gt;Checking on hw list. Made improvements. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;MATHS problems. Over 200-over Qns&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) Maths, the scenario thingy on e vacation.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;20 articles on Travel or Fashion&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4) Malay book review.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;Malay letter thingy&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left 2 more. Am gonna finish it when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons are getting more fun these days.&lt;br /&gt;I think cos Jerry has this idea dat we hate Ms Loh&lt;br /&gt;And he understands. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;And i realised his actually quite famous. Too famous in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, am gonna touch up on hw.&lt;br /&gt;Wish ENJOY for me for ma hols. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110387197849259563?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110387197849259563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110387197849259563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387197849259563' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110360516700468410</id><published>2004-12-20T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:59:27.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     With a BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just any book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       THE MAKE-UP GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally recommend it. Its REALLY REALLY niceee!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, off to do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110360516700468410?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110360516700468410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110360516700468410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360516700468410' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110342218592195789</id><published>2004-12-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:09:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shir's&lt;/span&gt; belated b'dae 2 days agoo...&lt;br /&gt;Was fun i guess, except dat it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Plus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; and i had to go off early.&lt;br /&gt;And i met them at about like 4.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;So didnt had much fun dat dayy.. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, we'll have more fun the next time yea?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**glances at the two retardedd girlfriends**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So neways, a week till my Genting trippp..&lt;br /&gt;Yeahoooo. Cant waittt. Wanna get away from here.&lt;br /&gt;From reality. Reality of finishing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Which i havent touched yet. Hey, its the holidays for goodness sake!!&lt;br /&gt;You should have funn. doesnt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt; agreeee?!?!&lt;br /&gt;So yea, bought new shoes and a couple of bras plus a new ZA eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, went out wit mummy b4 meeting Sam and Shir.&lt;br /&gt;Was funnnnnnn!!! Spent like hell, as usuallll.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for another shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt; told me to check out some shops in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Bet it would be loads of funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should start making my homework list just to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MATHS problems. Over 200-over Qns.&lt;br /&gt;2) Maths, the scenario thingy on e vacation.&lt;br /&gt;3) 20 articles on Travel or Fashion&lt;br /&gt;4) Malay book review.&lt;br /&gt;5) Malay letter thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it might not seem a lot, but imagine doing it during e holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Plus ALL of it are pure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its last year's work. Why does anyone wanna study last year's work?&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, i know, is dat wat u call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVISION&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Am not gonna crap around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My new mission: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To start and FINISH my holiday hw by next Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110342218592195789?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110342218592195789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110342218592195789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110342218592195789' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110275963058868372</id><published>2004-12-11T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T02:07:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am backkkk. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, i went tah KL for erm 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Well its actually from Wednesday night to saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;But wat the heck. Was hella funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Went tah sooo manyyy placces dat i dont think i could ever visit.&lt;br /&gt;So its cool and all dattt.&lt;br /&gt;We went tah Putrajaya, which iv been, lotsa times.&lt;br /&gt;Went tah KLIA- Kuala Lumpur International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;Which we went up to the Control Tower. Real fun!&lt;br /&gt;Learnt about how to control the aeroplanes and stuffies.&lt;br /&gt;My mom kept stressing about, Not Everyone gets to go up there.&lt;br /&gt;So im like, "Wow, we're lucky" Which i didnt feel like.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooos, went tah take da Sky Train there. And woahhh, was it funn.&lt;br /&gt;It isnt like any ordinary sky train.&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit faster than usual plus it has those turnaround tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Like a roller coaster.  Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;So dats all on the 2nd day. The 3rd day, its the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;Went tah KLCC SURIA thingy after breakfast. Which is the twin tower i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;It took us until like erm, 12? So yea, been to the tower, of course.&lt;br /&gt;My mom organizes the WHOLE damn thing. Iv been to every one of the places.&lt;br /&gt;After going up the bridge thingy, went fer lunch den went tah PETROSAINS.&lt;br /&gt;Which i conclude, is much much BIGGER than Science Centre.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. It has a large amount of exhibitions and experiments.&lt;br /&gt;Plus they let us take this molecule thingy, like a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;Which operates at 20metres per minute. REAL SLOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;But its nice and all dat. The molecule thingy can fit like 9 people.&lt;br /&gt;But there's 27 of us so we went different ways, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Took it wit kacang ful, baked beans, shafiqah and lyna.&lt;br /&gt;Had lotsa funnn. Oh yea, we took this helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;But its simulated i think. Whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after checking out Petrosains, went SHOPPINGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;The least boring thing in the world!!&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Sad tho, we were only given like 2 hrs? At which 30 mins was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;Cos some have to go for prayer. Not to complain. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i cant really go shopping when 2 of my friends dont know how to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they just walk around i think. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Just didnt feel right goin' shopping wit em, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag, 2 pairs of earrings and a nightmare before xmas pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;I think dats basically all. Spent a whole 21 Ringgit at Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted. Could have bought loads of other stuff. But enjoyed it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt shop much so am planning to shop when going Genting on 26th i think.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to buy as follows:&lt;br /&gt;++Belt&lt;br /&gt;++Long Skirt&lt;br /&gt;++Non-sporty watch&lt;br /&gt;Am not gonna make a long list cos i never fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like just going wit the flow.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i think i should just go to the main point of my whole depression.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SOMEONEEEEEEEEEE!! [actually i kinda miss malaysia on the whole ewww]&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i said dat but reallyyy. 3 days wasnt enuff!&lt;br /&gt;Olrite, so it isnt really the 1st and 2nd day. Its the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish it would last longer.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wats wrong wit me. But i think i made a connection.&lt;br /&gt;Wit someone i mean. Even baked beans did have 1. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dont know if hers is the same but mine is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at a booth and he was sitting outside.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in KL Sentral. At KFC.&lt;br /&gt;I was inside, at the booth and he was at the open area.&lt;br /&gt;But we both can see each other. Or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, i could see him. And he could see me. If he moves his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So i was like staring at places and him, a little.&lt;br /&gt;Till i saw his eyes. I mean, i think he was looking at me too. I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;But i kept looking at him and i think he looked back at times.&lt;br /&gt;There was a connection. Somehow, i could feel him.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, the feelings is still there.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whether i believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;But i am very sure this is something new in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i can see him again. One last time.&lt;br /&gt;Just a glance. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's not meant to be granting wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather granting ANY of my wishes. Well, some maybe.&lt;br /&gt;This is freaaaky. Im an anti-boy-girl-relationship kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;Am not gonna think about this anymore. Never!&lt;br /&gt;Orr... Not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110275963058868372?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110275963058868372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110275963058868372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110275963058868372' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110186473596298458</id><published>2004-11-30T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:32:15.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gawd. Guess what!?!?&lt;br /&gt;My computer's alright!!&lt;br /&gt;Except for the downloading music and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But at least i can still listen to some music.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to dwl some. Yipeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;So neways, today and tmrw's my family chalet+barbeque thing&lt;br /&gt;And im surprised how it had made people real angry. Wow. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Friday's my class bbq at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see my fellow retarded girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;**Looks at Shir and Sam innocently**&lt;br /&gt;This morning was awaken by the sound of screaming.&lt;br /&gt;By my mom of course.&lt;br /&gt;She was like, "MIRA WILL U WAKE UP OLREADI?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Was sooo irritated. She kept blabbing about what i was suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like clean the fucking kitchen and wash the dishes and iron my own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I FUCKING NEED A MAIDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;Really hope bibik can come back next year.&lt;br /&gt;But ugh, why must she go to Saudi?!? Not fair. I booked her first.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Went tah watched Shutter wit Li Lin yesterday. Much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Didnt wanna show her my new haircut cos it totally suck! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;*Grins at Li Lin. LOSER!*&lt;br /&gt;So neways. Went tah walk around to find each other's birthday prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of buying her a eeyore mug. (:&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Shutter's really nice. I mean the storyline is.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. The ghost part, well, not so scary actually. Only the background music.&lt;br /&gt;I like the part where Natre was clinging on Tun's neck. I think dats sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, so much of ghost movies. Watched LOADS of them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, MY CAMP WAS FUCKING FUNNN. (not)&lt;br /&gt;Im serious, we did so much FUN (borangg) things!!&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna brag about it due to a particular person dat i feel like killing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better get on my chores b4 mommy comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Better fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110186473596298458?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110186473596298458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110186473596298458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110186473596298458' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110127145323721713</id><published>2004-11-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:46:17.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel i have the worst computer in the so-called teenager's world.&lt;br /&gt;Cos why? Theres nothing to do on this friggin comp.&lt;br /&gt;The only things i can do are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blog, like wat im doing now, durrhh.&lt;br /&gt;2) Check my email.&lt;br /&gt;3) Check my blog.&lt;br /&gt;4) And serve other websites without any sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how worse can it get?&lt;br /&gt;Cant use the internet??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i have to be thankful to god dat i even have a comp..&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine those in the third world country,,&lt;br /&gt;They dont even have television!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky. I am really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a loving family, altho, my younger sister is still IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a beautiful and cosy home to provide me wit a strong shelter.&lt;br /&gt;3) Both my parents are still around.&lt;br /&gt;4) Both my parents are fit enuff to wake me up frm my fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;5) Still have a car.&lt;br /&gt;6) Still have a comp, teevee, ma phone, room, bed, clothes, food, radio, dvds and vcds and all the technological stuff i think.&lt;br /&gt;7) Can still go for holidays even tho its only Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;8) Parents dont abuse me.&lt;br /&gt;9) I have part of my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;10) Have siblings to pull me up from any misery, besides my younger sister durr cos she never cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?!? I am lucky. Its just dat i cant see it..&lt;br /&gt;From now on, i will do as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Pray to god, 5 times a day+7 times a week+4 weeks a month+12 months a year.&lt;br /&gt;b) Not shout at mommy when she asked me to do things.&lt;br /&gt;c) Reduce the amount of watching movies, especially troy. Resist!&lt;br /&gt;d) Make amends.&lt;br /&gt;e) Not waste food. [Think abt the peeps in 3rd-world country]&lt;br /&gt;f) Not shout at my sister when she messes room and ignores em'.&lt;br /&gt;g) Shall help mommy tidy up room.&lt;br /&gt;h) Fully concentrate on studies to achieve dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i) Learn the abc's alpahabets by hard. [whoops!]&lt;br /&gt;j) Make a new resolution list for next year. [?!?]&lt;br /&gt;k) Dont blog too much. [uses too much energy which would lead to using too much electricity which would further lead to more burning of fossil fuels]&lt;br /&gt;l) Get ready to go Seoul Garden wit guitar peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, am really late.&lt;br /&gt;Have not even bathed!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, now i really gotta fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110127145323721713?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110127145323721713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110127145323721713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127145323721713' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110111567781620172</id><published>2004-11-22T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:32:35.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A world filled wit music.&lt;br /&gt;A world filled wit books.&lt;br /&gt;A world filled wit fun and laughter and joy..&lt;br /&gt;Dats wat my life's been lately.&lt;br /&gt;Tho its the holidays, am sooo not filling anything like the hols.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly go out. I mean.. HARDLY EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;And i have not watched any movies. Not a single one.&lt;br /&gt;The only place dat i always head for during the hols is SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Boring old school.&lt;br /&gt;Like there isnt any other place better than prison..&lt;br /&gt;In school, u have to FOLLOW the FUCKING RULES.&lt;br /&gt;Cos if u dont, YOU GET PUNISHED.&lt;br /&gt;just like prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, yesterday was my open house. So-called.&lt;br /&gt;Spose to be fer ma aunts and 'cles on my momma's side.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun i spose. What with everyone bein' happy and all.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i wasnt inside..&lt;br /&gt;There's something in him dat makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people give up?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cos they're not strong enuff?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it cos they lost their faith and beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;Its weird isnt it? How people can give up their life?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant people motivate themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they get up when they fall down?&lt;br /&gt;I once read this book which made me realise something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The winners are not afraid of losing. The losers are.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, lets jst leave how the world is today..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, been listening to loads of new music.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Yellowcard, which i &lt;3&gt;Hilary Duff, I am:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wonderful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm powerful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unstoppable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'm miserable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'm pitiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's so typical of all the things I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110111567781620172?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110111567781620172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110111567781620172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110111567781620172' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110083234543791724</id><published>2004-11-18T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:45:45.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeahooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Much fun on Hari Raya on the first day till today!!&lt;br /&gt;Collected luck loads and loads of cassshhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to go shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeee. Sad tho dat i couldnt turn up for the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;**glances at Sam and Shir innocently**&lt;br /&gt;So sorry babes.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have another chalet, just the 3 of us next time okaysss?!?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooos, past few days been hectic for me.&lt;br /&gt;Been eating loads and loads of food..&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, mummy is here wit me to lead me for a healthier life!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. wat i meant was going for exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Sad tho dat daddy's still fasting. If he were to join, i would be soo skinny now.&lt;br /&gt;I go for walking/jogging every single morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cant afford to grow fat again. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Have to build up my body metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, if im not wrong, i have guides actually today.&lt;br /&gt;But darn i friggin forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, some peep jst dunt wanna inform me.&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to be at 1 oclock but changed to 8 oclock.&lt;br /&gt;Like damn. And like, im in the committee?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Why am i such a failureeee?!?!!?!?!?!? WHYYY!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I like this song tho.&lt;br /&gt;Its by Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;Sad dat my friggin ARES wont work and my msn too. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;My life's just getting better and better each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm sure the view from heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beats the hell out of mine here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if we all believe in heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we will make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more year, down here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110083234543791724?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110083234543791724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110083234543791724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110083234543791724' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-110033632918086073</id><published>2004-11-13T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:58:49.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am soo totally screwedddd!&lt;br /&gt;Been really, REALLY busy wit the housework doing shiznit..&lt;br /&gt;HARI RAYA is tomorrowww!!&lt;br /&gt;I can finally eat in the open!!&lt;br /&gt;Olright, dat sounds corny..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, mom's been really stressing me up!&lt;br /&gt;She's been like, Can you hang up the curtains? Can u mop the kitchen's floor?&lt;br /&gt;But hey, im always happy to do it,&lt;br /&gt;Cause, WHO ELSE DOES?!?&lt;br /&gt;So yea, im now waiting for the floor in the kitchen to dry,&lt;br /&gt;so i can do another round of mopping cos according to mommy, the floor is still DIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, least i could still blog in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, went shopping wit &lt;strong&gt;Shir&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;Had loads and loads of fun..&lt;br /&gt;Screwed when my slipper fell off when running across the street cos it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, &lt;strong&gt;Note 1: Not to wear slipper when going shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But took loads of neoprints and it really made my day..&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna somehow try tah post it in here wen im done cleaning da hse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the kitchen's floor calling me..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;So am gonna eff off noww. Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-110033632918086073?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110033632918086073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/110033632918086073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110033632918086073' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5991159.post-109982329881068681</id><published>2004-11-07T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:28:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM GOING SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;I am truly a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i cant get enuff of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I think its the best sport/hobby EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooos, gonna go on Monday, i hope. **looks at Sam and Shir**&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Gotta prepare for some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5991159-109982329881068681?l=lilmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/109982329881068681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5991159/posts/default/109982329881068681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilmeer.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109982329881068681' title=''/><author><name>miz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00562736343786177680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
